#v ( far cry new dawn ) .

[aoitakumi8148]

[Improving some of my gifs/gifsets these days] 𝟙 of 𝟛, 2024.

"We have to suffer before God will grant us salvation... He takes us. Owns us. Speaks to us… He hears us."

[strawbbcake]

I grew up with

horror movies, shooter games, creepypasta, fnaf, weird youtubers, and unrestricted internet access

I'm not mad about it tho, at least now I can handle stuff like horror or just in general nasty stuff really well

also happy that I didn't grow up with the gen alpha brainrot

[prvtocol]

far cry new dawn aesthetics ft. brianne & santiago (@badtrigger)

[butterboom]

Hello! I don’t think I've ever really made a post just talking about myself and my other interests, so here it is!

(Drew this a while ago so might aswell put it here)

For starters, call me Chuck!

Well some of the music I like is Motörhead, Metallica, They Might Be Giants, Rob Zombie, Mitski, Radiohead. Though these are the main bands/artists I listen to, I do listen to a lot more songs, I just don't like everything by that band/person.

I like the Metal Gear Solid series, Rdr2 (I post my rdo oc on here too), the Skate games, most of the Farcry's, and a lot more, though those are my main interests. I do still like batim and hells studio au ( @doodledrawsthings ) but it is not my main interests anymore for anyone wondering.

I do a lot of art + writing so I'll probably try post as much of that as I can! Feel free to ask anything your curious about me.

[driftwoodskeleton]

okay so, i've played FC5 a whole bunch of times, and i own FCND BUT! i am scared to play it, even though my sister says i will potentially enjoy it more, i just don't know. i hate starting new stuff, and im v picky about what i do and don't like, so im just kinda sat here staring at it in my steam library like o-o'

yee haw

[aemondapologistfrfr]

The Only Place I Want to Die

aegon x sister!wife!reader 

Summary: Aegon turns to you for comfort in the following weeks of his coronation. Pleasure and tears seem to be the only way you both can find solace during these troubling times. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, alicent hitting her child, wine, depression, thoughts of wanting to die, crying, face riding, p in v, fingering, overstimulation

Authors Note: i fear i have too many feelings so this tragically pretty and broken man 🙂, the targtower children have actually been ripping my heart apart!!, u can’t convince me this man doesn’t whimper

Word Count: 3.5k 

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I woke during the hour of the wolf to a cold bed and the fire flickering out. I sigh and push the blankets off of me and go to try and revive the embers. The fire slowly comes back to life with a crackle and I kneel on the stone to hover my hands near the flame. After countless minutes I rise and take in the state of our chambers. 

Empty wine glasses litter almost every surface and what’s left is covered by our clothes. I reach for the robe closest to me and wrap it around my body. I settle for mismatched slippers at this hour and pad over to the doors. I slowly crack it open and see our guard ever faithfully standing at attention. 

“Where is Aegon?” I ask softly and the guard turns to me. 

“I’m sorry, Your Grace. The King didn’t say.” the guards eyes look at me nervously and try to focus his attention anywhere else. 

“Then I’ll find him myself.” I push the door the rest of the way open and click it shut behind me. 

“My Queen-“ I raise my hand and wave him off as I start down the dark hallway. 

I can’t stand when they use our new titles. I don’t feel like the Queen and I know Aegon shares my sentiments. The past fortnight after his coronation has been chaos and our mother offers us no comfort or guidance. They simply placed crowns on our head and continue to move us about as they please. 

I walk down the stairs and head to the cellar to see if he’s drowning himself in his cups again. I enter the cold and damp room and there’s no candles or torches lit as I slink between the aisles of bottles. I hear and see no sign of Aegon, but I do spot our favorite wine. I grab the bottle by its neck and start up the stairs once more. 

I walk to the main hall and take in the guards standing sentry at the doors. No one looks twice at me as I ghost through the hall with my robe swishing behind me. I stop when I see the throne room doors cracked open. I peak inside and sigh in relief that I’ve finally found him. 

I push the doors open to let me in and then seal us inside. As I walk up to him he is standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the throne gripping the crown in his hand. As I make it to his side I see the tears streaming down his face. I place the bottle of wine on the ground and stand in front of him. His puffy eyes look down to me as he sniffles. 

“Why do you cry, my love?” I whisper wiping his tears away. 

“I never wanted this.” his voice breaks along with my heart as the conquerors crown falls to the stone beside us. 

“I know,” my voice a whisper as I pull him down into a tight embrace. 

His arms wrap around me tightly as he lets out soft sobs into my neck. I rub his back soothingly hoping I can calm his breathing. His tears seep onto my neck as they continue to fall from his eyes. He pulls back and his normally bright violet eyes seem sunken and dull. 

“I wish Rhaenyra would come and kill me already.” he hiccups as his sobs start anew. 

Tears fall from my own eyes at his words. I knew his hurt was deep, but I didn’t know it went this far. We stand there for what feels like hours in each other’s embrace while taking turns wiping each other’s tears away. Through the windows I can see the dawn on the horizon and slowly pull back. 

“Come, I’ve found us our favorite wine.” I dip down to pick up the bottle. 

His hand slips into mine leading me out of the throne room, leaving the crown on the stone floor. The main hall of the castle seems to be slowly waking up as we walk out the main doors ignoring the guards calling after us. We make our way to the back of the castle to sit in the grass as we watch the sunrise over the bay with our wine. 

“Do you think she hates me?” Aegon murmurs while opening the bottle. 

“Who?” I tilt my head. 

“Rhaenrya. Mother. All of them. Everyone.” he sighs before taking a long drink of wine. 

“Rhaenyra probably hates mother more than we do.” I take the bottle and bring it to my lips. 

“Why would mother force this upon us? Father only ever talked about Rhaenyra. He never cared for us. He never wanted me to succeed him.” he buries his head in his hands. 

“I don’t know why we were placed on this path.” I rest my head on his shoulder as I pass the bottle back to him. 

The sun slowly rises into the sky and our empty bottle is discarded on the grass next to us. We lay back and look at the clouds simply enjoying the silence and company of each other. Our eyes slowly close as we curl into each other and allow sleep to take over as we soak in the morning sun. 

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“Get up. Both of you.” I crack my eyes open and see Alicent and Cole standing above us. I pull Aegon to his feet beside me and we try to avoid our mother’s harsh gaze. 

“It seems as if we found the wine thief.” Cole says grabbing the empty bottle discarded on the grass. 

“Why must you both cause me so much trouble. Leaving your crown on the ground like it’s some toy. Sneaking into the cellars to steal wine. Gods I can’t take it anymore.” she seethes, throwing her hands into the air as she turns to Cole. 

“I didn’t ask for any of this.” Aegons words wobbly as his hand holds mine. 

“I assumed you both would rise to your new titles. Hoping you would sober up and become respectable. You both never cease to prove me wrong and embarrass me at every turn.” she looks us over with disgust as her words continue to slice into us. 

“You should’ve seized the crown for yourself if you wanted it so badly.” the words make it out of my mouth before I can even process them and she slaps me across the face. 

“Strike her again and I will have your hand. I may not want the crown but it will allow me to protect her.” Aegon looks to me before looking back to our mother who stands there shocked at his words. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” she scoffs shaking her head at us. 

“Ser Criston, escort the Queen Dowager back to her chambers. I fear she’s having a fit of hysteria.” Aegon stands taller and his words baffle me. 

“Aegon,” Alicent looks to him unamused.

“At once, Your Grace.” Cole nods to Aegon and starts to pull our mother back to the main doors of the castle. 

At their absence he turns to me and softly ghosts his fingertips across my red cheek. I look up to him and see the anger in his eyes as he continues to stroke my cheek. I feel the rest of my body heat at his soft touch. He’s not always so soft and delicate but I’ve never really minded. 

“Thank you,” I lean into his touch as his eyes slowly slide to mine. 

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you anymore. We must come up with a plan.” he places a kiss on my forehead before leading me back into the Keep. 

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The past couple of days have consisted of us trying to conjure up a plan to run away or somehow receive an audience with Rhaenyra. We’ve wrote countless letters but none of them seem good enough. Entertaining the idea of running away was all we did the entirety of the first day, but we don’t want to run anymore. We don’t want to be alone, we just want to be loved or die loving each other.

“Let us just send this one and be done with it.” Aegon sighs pushing his chair back from the table in our chambers. 

Sister

I never wanted this and I know father never wanted this. Please, can we meet on the shores and find common ground. I have no wish for the crown, you can have it. Please.

Aegon and Y/n

“I think this one will do what we need it to. She’ll either meet us on the beach or The Stranger will.” I sigh folding the parchment and sealing it with wax. 

“As long as we’re together.” he says softly looking up to me. 

“As long as we’re together.” I hum nodding my head. 

We leave our chambers as we walk to the tower where the ravens are kept. We send off the raven and watch as its wings carry our plea into the horizon. We walk down to the dining hall where we see the table empty and dusty. The Red Keep has been a shell since our father passed and our mother usurped the throne. 

“It seems as if we’ll be dining in our chambers again.” I sigh going to turn out of the hall. 

“No, have a seat and I’ll call the servants. We can dine here.” Aegon shakes his head and goes to pull out a chair for me. 

He pushes my chair in for me before leaving the hall and returns with a herd of servants trailing behind him. They quickly place and light candles around the hall helping bring some of the life back. Aegon slips into the chair next to mine as a servant comes and fills up our cups with wine. A smile spreads across my face as I recognize our favorite summer wine.

“Did you really take another bottle?” I turn to him and see him offering me a genuine smile. 

“We deserve our favorite wine with dinner,” he hums licking his lips. 

“Indeed,” I raise my glass to him and sigh as the sweet wine trickles down my throat.

The servants fill our plates and continue to bring out different dishes. Once we’re fully sated we retire back to our chambers. The heaviness of our disastrous apartments weighs us down as we seal the doors behind us. He pushes clothes and other miscellaneous items out of our path before he lets out a deep sigh and falls back on the bed. 

“Do you think Rhaenyra will listen to us?” he mumbles wiping his eyes. 

“We can only hope.” I hum as I crawl on the bed next to him. 

“If she doesn’t then this is our last night.” he turns to me with sad eyes but I can see the underlying relief that I know is mirrored in my own.

I press my lips to his softly. It starts off slow and innocent but soon he’s pulling me on top of him. He pulls my dress up around my waist and digs his fingers into my hips. His fingers find my wetness quickly and I’m gasping into his mouth. 

“Only place I want to die is between your thighs.” he breaks our kiss breathing heavily. 

He pulls me up his body and I know his desire. I slide off of him and lift my skirts to straddle his face. His hands grab my hips and places me on his lips. He places wet kisses along my thighs before licking my slit. I sigh in pleasure as he begins to swirl around my bud. My hips start to move against him and his responding groan sends vibrations straight to my core. 

“Aegon,” I breathlessly whine as his hands begin to slide me across his mouth. 

His tongue flicks against me relentlessly as my hips start moving on their own. His fingers dig into my thighs roughly as he feasts upon me. My body goes taught as I pulse around his tongue with his name falling from my lips. 

“Fuck, my King,” his tittle slips out before I can stop it. 

He seals his lips around my sensitive bud and my hips shutter from the pleasure he keeps offering me. I’m moaning loudly as he continues to rock me against his mouth. His tongue slips down to my core as his nose brushes against my bud. Pleasure starts to ripple through me as I toss my head back grinding down on to him. 

“Aegon, I-“ my voice breaks into a cry as he continues with his tongue. 

He chuckles into my wetness causing shockwaves to travel throughout my body. I’m babbling above him as he coaxes me through a third climax. My hands grab his to try and pry them from my hips. I finally collapse next to him on the bed and try to catch my breath. He starts to pull my dress off of me and once I’m bare his hands grab for my breasts. 

I start to lift his shirt off and he finishes removing it quickly following with his trousers. His hard length bounces against his stomach before he dips down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I whimper as he bites down, pulling it between his teeth while he looks up to me through his thick lashes. He makes his way to my other peak to tease it with his teeth. 

My fingers thread through his hair before they go to the expanse of his back. I bring one of my hands between us to slowly start pumping him. He grunts as he continues to pull and tease my nipples. I swipe against his leaking tip and he whines against my chest. He removes himself from my breasts and watches my hand stroke him. 

“Fuck,” he pants as I start to pump him faster. 

He starts to jerk his hips into my hand as his head falls to my shoulder. He whimpers as he gets lost in his pleasure while sucking on my neck. His hand grabs mine and stops my movements. He trails his tip through my wetness causing a shiver to trail through me. 

He pushes into me and watches as my face relaxes in pleasure at his stretch. Once he’s fully bottomed out he grinds his hips into me slowly. I moan as my fingers dig into his shoulders as he keeps up his slow, deep movements as his hair falls into my face. I clench around him and his forehead falls to mine as his breaths come out heavier. 

He starts to rock his hips and I whine as he finally begins to move faster. His breath starts to come out in pants again as his hips start to snap into mine. I cling on to him as his pace quickens while moans pour from my mouth. He wraps one of my legs around his waist and I sob at the new angle. 

“Yes, Aegon,” I pant as I throw my head back into the pillow. 

He continues to rut into me and I bring my other leg to wrap around him and his hips falter at the deeper angle. My hips meet his as we chase our pleasure together. Our breath mingles while we whimper out each other’s names. 

“Love you so fucking much,” his words slurred from pleasure as he slams his hips into mine. 

Pleasure courses through me at his words as my walls contract around him. I feel him start to fill me as he continues to rock into me. His hips still and he leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. I moan into his mouth as he grinds his hips into mine once more before slowly pulling out. 

“Just gimme a couple minutes,” he pants laying next to me. 

His hands trail all over my body as I try to catch my breath. His hands travel down to my soaked core as he slips his fingers in and begins to pump his seed back into me. My legs close around his hand as he curls his fingers wringing more pleasure from my body. I cry out his name as I flutter around his fingers and he pulls them out and brings them to his mouth. 

He groans and rolls on top of me to kiss me. I moan into his mouth at the taste of myself on him. He licks my lips and travels down my neck and stops at my breasts again. He attaches to one of my hardened nipples and roughly grabs my other breast. I arch my chest up into his mouth as his roughness causes more wetness to pool between my thighs. 

“Aegon, I need you,” I mewl trying to buck my hips into him but I end up just sliding myself on his thigh. 

He grunts from my chest and bends his knee so I can grind against his thigh. I have one hand buried in his silver locks while the other grips his shoulder as he peppers my chest with attention. My hips are feverishly grinding against his thigh looking for any friction they can find. I pull his hair to get his attention that I want him to move lower and he releases the nipple he’s been holding hostage. 

“Always so fucking needy.” he chuckles but kisses down my torso nonetheless. 

The second his tongue laps against my bud my hand is flying to his hair pulling him closer to me. I’m grinding against his face as sobs rack through me. He slams two fingers into me pulling pleasure from me. He pushes a third finger in and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and moans fall from my mouth. My orgasm slams through me stealing my breath as I try to pull his face away from me. I get him about an inch away before his hand grabs my wrist. 

“Oh no no, my sweet girl this is what you wanted.” he chuckles lowly as his grip on my wrist tightens before he dips back down to continue licking at me. 

My whole body is shaking as his tongue zeros in on my clit. My thighs squeeze around his head as my chest heaves. My back arches off the bed as my fingers continue to pull at his hair. 

“Aegon, fuck Aegon, please,” I whine bucking my hips as pleasure bursts through me all over his face. He pulls away from my core with a wet face and a wide smile.

“Love when you do that,” he licks his lips before he shoves his tongue into my mouth. 

I moan into our kiss as I feel his length press against me. He humps against me and my legs quake in anticipation. He slips into my core and my eyes shut. His hands grab mine to hold them above my head as he pounds into me. 

“Gunna come again for me? Taking me so fucking good,” his pelvis grinds into my clit and I sob as pleasure ripples through me and I feel as if it’s never ending. 

He rolls his hips as pleasure begins to wash through him. I come clenching around him once more as my vision blurs. When my eyes open again he’s peppering kisses all around my face. As he moves I can still feel him buried deep in me and I whine squirming.

“I always think you’re the most perfect when you’re thoroughly fucked, flushed cheeks, still squeezing my cock.” he groans grinding into me. 

“Aegon,” tears prick at the edges of my eyes as he still pushes into me. 

He slowly pumps in and out chuckling at my whimpers. He pulls out which leaves me feeling empty. He slides down and lays between my thighs resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair as we both come down from our highs. I shut my eyes as I keep my fingers tangled in his hair as his arms wrap around me tightly. 

“Do you love me?” he mumbles against my skin.

“You know I do, very much.” I hum still petting his hair. He snuggles into me as we drift off not caring what tomorrow holds as long as we’re together. 

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masterlist 🔌 

this was super self indulgent 🫣😅 

taglist ✍️

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[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ ROSIE’S ! ? 🎨 CREDITS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ career overlook! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ACTING CREDITS —

True Beauty ❪ lead role, 2020 ❫

Rosalie was offered the role of Jugyeong Lim, the main protagonist of True Beauty. She debuted at Saebom High School as the pretty girl, hiding her true face from the rest of the school.

All Of Us Are Dead ❪ lead role, 2022 ❫

Rosalie auditioned and played the part for Choi Nam Ra, the tritagonist of the first season of the All of Us Are Dead. Choi Nam Ra is considered the top student of Hyosan High School, and subsequently became the class president due to the influence of her rich family. She also shares a mutual romance with Lee Su-hyeok.

Mean Girls, The Musical ❪ side character, 2023 ❫

Rosalie scored the role of Karen Smith, one of the most popular girls at North Shore High School. She is the third member of the clique known as "The Plastics", a group of girls who dominate with their beauty and general aura of intimidation.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ENDORSEMENTS — Calvin Klein ❪ 2020 ❫, Vivienne Westwood ❪ 2022 ❫, Dior ❪ 2019 ❫, Nike ❪ 2022 ❫, Cartier ❪ 2021 ❫, Sanrio ❪ 2023 ❫, LOVE & shelter ❪ 2023 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ SONG/LYRIC CREDIT —

SEVENTEEN. beautiful ❪ going seventeen, 2016 ❫, don’t wanna cry ❪ Al1, 2017 ❫ thinkin’ about you ❪ directors cut, 2018 ❫, thanks ❪ directors cut, 2018 ❫, holiday ❪ YMMD, 2018 ❫, our dawn is hotter than day ❪ YMMD, 2018 ❫, hug ❪ YMMD, 2019 ❫, say yes ❪ love & letter, 2016 ❫, healing ❪ love & letter, 2016 ❫, pinwheel ❪ teen age, 2017 ❫, 247 ❪ an ode, 2019 ❫, second life ❪ and ode, 2019 ❫, snap shoot ❪ an ode, 2019 ❫, my my ❪ heng:garæ, 2020 ❫, kidult ❪ heng:garæ, 2020 ❫, heavens cloud ❪ your choice, 2021 ❫, ready to love ❪ your choice, 2021 ❫, darl+ing ❪ face the sun, 2022 ❫, shadow ❪ face the sun, 2022 ❫, bout you ❪ face the sun, 2024 ❫, f*ck my life ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, super ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, dust ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, april shower ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, rock with you ❪ attacca, 2021 ❫, headliner ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫, yawn ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫, god of music ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫

SOLO. into the i-land ❪ single 2020 ❫, breathe ❪ single 2022 ❫, what was i made for ❪ english single, 2023 ❫ eight ft suga ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, seoul ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, lovin me ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, good night my princess ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, underwater ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, new dance ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, love wins all ❪ single, 2024 ❫, together forever ❪ japanese single, 2023 ❫, winter flower ft rm ❪ single, 2024 ❫

OTHER GROUPS. beautiful monster ❪ stayc, 2022 ❫, drive ❪ miyeon, 2022 ❫, basics ❪ twice, 2022 ❫, movie star ❪ mijoo, 2023 ❫, OMG ❪ new jeans, 2023 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FEATURES — so far away ❪ agust d, 2016 ❫, wild flower ❪ RM, 2022 ❫, people pt. 2 ❪ agust d, 2023 ❫, seesaw ❪ suga, backup vocals, 2018 ❫, sweet night ❪ v, backup vocals, 2020 ❫,

taglist — @angie-x3 @alixnsuperstxr @allthings-fandoms @peachyaeger @sakufilms @aysxldea @swagcandyfun @wonwooz1 @s4nsmoon @seolarzone @miyx-amour @novwonia @marissa-11 @magicsoyeon

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[sipsteainanxiety]

okay sooooo while procrastinating on my responsibilities i decided to make a giant list of the bkg/reader fics i've read (so far) on ao3. here's a link to the tumblr fic rec list i made a while ago too lol. please keep in mind that not all of these works are sfw!! i will label the nsfw-containing ones ofc but, as always, be cautious!

note: these are all LONG FICS. as in i sorted the bkg/reader tag on ao3 by word count and kept going until i hit works with abt 5k words. i might continue to add onto this list as i read more LOL idk

be still, just for me by WitchofWriting. this is THE bkg isekai fic tht i'm sure everyone has read lol. contains nsfw. there's also tedium in blue (mermaid bkg). i think that was one of the first bkg fics ive ever read and it will always be special to me LOL

of snowscapes & explosions by sugarbun. tbh i haven't finished this yet but from what i did read it's good!! canon compliant

other by Deadite. also haven't finished this one yet but it's a kind of coraline au!! interesting stuff tbh

enouement by LadysDaze. i read this fic a looooong time ago so i can't rmb much but it was p interesting! it's a choose your own ending type fic. there's also memento mori (fantasy fic w good worldbuilding tbh), entangle, expecting the unexpected (pregnancy/family fic), star-crossed (fantasy), blood bond (vampire bkg) and its sequel blood union tht i haven't read yet sdjfdfkg

misery business by siegmunde. OHHHMYYGODDD this fic. i was obsessed with it omg. i cannot even explain how insane it made me. has nsfw at end

cruel world by lydiasgrace. idt i finished this one but i do like villain reader LOL

like ghosts in snow by Jupiters_Witch. genuinely i think this fic ruined me /pos. vampire au & does contain nsfw things!! mind the tags

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (hi merms!!). THIS FIC. CHANGED MY LIFE!!! literally anything by merms is sososo good. i want to eat them all whole. on loop in my head 24/7!! contains nsfw btw. there's also the widening sky (mermaid bkg tht made me sad for days) and on my way (to you).

white curtains by arsonphobic. tbh i havent finished this one too but its got an older (by a yr) reader whom i liked! canon compliant i think

our love at sunset by LittleSponge. horizon zero dawn au. very well done imo. ending made me cry LOL (in a good way). contains nsfw

uncharted by NyxRedfoxWinchester. reader's quirk in this is soooo fucking cool to me. i read it a while ago so i dont rmb a lot but like i rmb the quirk and bkg LMFAO.

zigzags by hokshi. i can't rmb this fic all too well either but ik i liked it LOL. contains nsfw!!

newsflash, asshole (i kinda love you) by YukiRiikus_Reading_Room. fake dating au!! idt it contains nsfw but it has some steamy parts

i melt with you by art_deco_deity. i am so sad this fic hasn't been updated in a hot min bc its genuinely got fantastic bkg characterization!!!

garden of lungs by 0weCrew. ive read so many hanahaki aus that they've blurred together but this was v good!

exiles by BookWormOnAString. i'm currently reading this one actually! fantasy au with dragon kiri!!

how're your hands? by Spazztastic. another fic i read a long time ago. it's canon compliant i blv but i rly liked the reader tbh

body switch up by Fandomness_randommess. a body swap au if the title wasn't obvious enough LOL. it was interesting reading how both reader and bkg dealt with their predicament here pfft

husband for hire by btp. also currently reading this!! stardew au! there's also boîte de pandore. v good shit

gemini syndrome by opal_vortex. LMAOOOO this was such a fun read ngl. masked singer au!! will contain nsfw

mistletoe by WhenSarahSmiles. this is a UA christmas/new year's booklet that is sooooo well done tbh. i love bkg in it. super cute

and you take me the way i am by willowser (hi will!!). pro hero bkg in this >>>>> he is so AHHHH!! makes me insane. very well written!! contains slight nsfw.

bar tool by thunderhead. LMAO this is like a bar and band au combined?? i loooveeee bkg in this and his interactions with reader pfft. contains nsfw

sugar scorched by restwellsoon. culinary au!! bkg is like gordan ramset ngl LMAOO its rly cute imo and very detailed wrt the cooking things from what i rmb. idt it has nsfw

war paint by andypantsx3. i love how andie writes bkg tbh. he makes me wanna beat him up. there's also statistically significant, and cover shot (through the heart). all of them contain nsfw!!

learning your love language by hokshi. the author has the tag 'when ur love language is getting punched in the face' on this fic and honestly? LMAOOO so true for bkg. contains nsfw!!

oil paintings and late night jam sessions by insanityrunsinthe_family. this was also one of the first bkg fics i've ever read and it is so so so good. it's college au bkg and i looovee every part of it.

the phoenix by orphan_account. i'm so sad this fic was dropped but its plot is genuinely so interesting to me. it's more aizawa/reader tho tbh.

sleeping in the garden by Petrichorium (hi loriii<3). i will ALWAYS plug this fic. single dad bkg au!! sososo fcking good, trust. will contain nsfw

jealousy, jealousy by lytters. i think i rbed this on tumblr already but its such a fun read tbh LOL.

fathoms below by 32Q27. i'd started reading this and didn't get to finish bc life. mermaid au!!

a fractured flame by Magicow12. fantasy au!! very entertaining from what i rmb! contains nsfw

breath of a dragon by free_deku. i rec'd this before but im doing it again bc it's that good omg. fantasy & reincarnation au. contains nsfw!!

bakugô wants a ride. by Bragi. LMAO contrary to the title i dont think it has nsfw pfft. mechanic reader tht bkg's crushin on!!

turning page by rhydonium. THIS IS ALSO SOO GOOD omg i almost forgot abt it. god bkg!!!! i literally cannot describe how good it is.

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Code of Honor - Chapter 12

A New Dawn

din djarin x f!reader, bounty hunter!reader

summary: The threat of the Pykes forces the hunters to work together or risk dying. As morning comes, they each realize something new is cracking the animosity between them.

words: 5.8k+

warnings: 18+/NO MINORS, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, very mild exhibitionism, one light smack, fingering, possessive din djarin

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PART 1: DIN

The sun had barely started to kiss the purple sky when his boots tapped the marble balcony, jetpack off and silent. He knew he was early, but after he’d taken one last look at her from the palace wall last night, he decided that his only opportunity to meet her again would have to happen while the sky was still dark. The balcony jutted out from the palace with nothing close to it, and attempting to scale up to it would be too challenging. Instead, Din had decided to take the risk and use his jetpack; it was still dark enough outside for the fire to be confused for a distant comet. He walked forward and parted the red curtains enough to slip through and enter the dark room. When he was inside and adjusting to the lack of light, he released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Din looked around the room, and his eyes landed on the bed. There was a sconce above the nightstand casting a warm, muted glow, allowing him enough light to see his enemy fast asleep. It called him to the bedside, and he looked down at the sleeping form below.

She was curled up on the same side of the bed he’d fucked her on, laying on her right side. Din already knew she slept that way from her night on the Crest II—merely an observation, he justified. The red sheets cascading over her gently rose and fell with each breath. He crept closer, thankful the large rug silenced his steps. His heart skipped a beat when he reached her bedside. She was so peaceful and calm in her sleep, so unlike how she was while awake. There was no snarl on her face, malice in her eyes, or deceit in her words. Just quiet inhales and exhales, delicate eyelashes resting on her cheeks, and parted, plush lips.

Din found himself struggling to wake her up and bring her back to reality. His hesitancy was met with confusion when the red sheets twitched and a smooth brow furrowed, eyebrows knitted together. He noticed a movement under the sheets where her legs would be—a kick, maybe—and then heard her whimper. Din stayed in place, unsure of what to do as her breathing started to speed up, peppered with random murmurs—no, stay, don’t—and strangled whimpers. When she began to shake and her hands clenched into fists, he realized this wasn’t a normal dream or nightmare; it was something far more sinister.

He knew that waking her up could cause her to react violently to him. Instead, Din knelt, his visor level with her ear. He’d read somewhere that instead of touching the person, it’s recommended to talk to them. The thought of saying comforting things to his foe made Din cringe, but watching her thrash in her sleep made him feel…pained? Sad? Concerned? Din set that thought aside and focused instead on whispering words of comfort over her mumbled protests and cries.

Her name slipped off his tongue. It felt foreign and strange, totally unlike every time he’d growled it during a fight or when he spilled himself over his fist. Now, it was something soft and fragile, and delicate on his lips. Din whispered it again, more for himself than her this time.

“It’s..It’s okay,” he stammered. Din chastised himself for saying something so lame, but he shook his head and kept talking to her with a hushed, modulated voice. “You’re here. You aren’t there.”

He jumped when her face contorted and her hands shook, a cry catching in her throat. Din felt his heart racing, something heavy and pained settling in his lungs. 

“You’re here,” he asserted, saying her name again. 

Her twitching form calmed for a moment, and Din breathed a sigh of relief. His heart dropped when she grimaced and then kicked her leg, disturbing the sheets.

“You’re—” Din stuttered, his going mouth dry. He choked out, “You’re with me.”

He doubted that his hesitant whispers would help her. But as he mumbled gentle reassurances to the woman he thought he hated most, the pained cavern in his chest swallowed his unease. Din clenched his jaw, resolved to stay kneeling at her side until she woke up. He didn’t care that his knees had begun to ache, that the Pykes were in the palace, that she had tried to kill him—multiple times—and that she probably hated him more than he hated her. It all meant nothing.

She jolted awake with a gasp, startling Din. Terror muddied her face. The eyes he’d glared into were crazed and foggy, her body still trembling with fear. When her wild eyes settled on him, he nodded and said her name, unwavering and solid. 

“I’m here.”

Din whispered reassurances to her as she calmed down, tremors slowly fading into sporadic shakes, gulped air into deep breaths. Slowly, the terror faded. Her eyes softened and her brow smoothed over again, and she took one last, deep breath, rolling onto her back as she exhaled. A silence hung over the room, Din still kneeling at her bedside, her chest steadily rising and falling. He thought he’d make her return to consciousness worse, but it seemed that he’d helped.

When she looked over at him, he felt oddly hot under her tired gaze. Din raised his eyebrows when she gave him a sad smile, never taking her eyes off him as she spoke.

“How..How long have you been here?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“I was here when it started.”

She frowned, staring up at the ceiling. Another moment of silence spent waiting for her next move. Din found himself entranced with her, carefully watching her sweaty brow furrow and her fingers fiddle with the thick, red duvet as she thought. When she looked at him again, his heart skipped a beat.

“I’m sorry.”

He tilted his helmet. ��For what?”

“I’m sorry that you had to see that.”

Din shook his head and rose to his feet with a grunt he hoped she didn’t hear. To his surprise, she didn’t reach for the knife he knew she had under her pillow, and she didn’t inch away when he sat on the edge of the bed next to her legs, angling himself so he was facing her as much as he could. He needed to see her when he spoke, needed to watch her respond to his words so he could figure out what to do next.

That, and she looked oddly stunning in the early dawn light, the curtain fabric dying it red. Though it was dim, he could make out the soft details of her face. She worried her lip between her teeth, and he gripped the duvet beneath him as he remembered the way those lips felt around him. She wore a thin silk top, its thin straps hanging loosely on her shoulders. The delicate lace trim on the v-neckline almost distracted Din from the pebbled nipples under the white material.

Focus, Djarin.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, focusing his eyes on hers. “I’m just glad you didn’t threaten me with a knife again.”

His joke managed to bring a smile to her face, her eyes lighting up a bit. Din smiled with her, a small and soft thing settling on his lips. 

“Good one, Mando.” She sat up and reached around with a swear, grabbing her knife and shaking it, setting it on the bedside table. She relaxed back into her fluffy pillow, crossing her arms. Her scrutinizing eyes bore a hole through Din’s beskar. “So, why did you invite yourself over?”

“You can’t do this alone, and you know that.”

She stiffened, a scowl spreading over her face. “Yes, I can.”

“No, you can’t.” 

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “You can’t fucking get rid of me, Mando.” Her eyebrows lowered, her glare now deadly. “I’m not leaving, not now.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” Din exhaled, clenching his fists. “I don’t. I..Fuck, I—”

“Spit it out before I toss you off the balcony,” she interrupted, voice low.

“I want to help you,” Din snapped, the anxiety in his chest pulled taut. 

The scowl on her face instantly fell, replaced by wide eyes and parted lips. She shook her head and laughed incredulously. “Let me—Let me make sure I heard you correctly.” She uncrossed her arms and clasped her hands together, sitting up straight. “You”—she pointed at Din— “want to help me? Did—Did I fucking hear that right?”

He nodded. When Din came to that realization last night in his rack, he’d nearly punched the ceiling, then himself. It wasn’t easy to accept that he’d have to work with someone who went against everything he stood for. But he’d heard about others in the Guild meddling in the Pykes’ business, and he never saw them again. So, he made his choice.

“They’re too cunning and smart for us to face alone,” he explained. “Working together is the only chance we have at getting off this planet alive with the quarry.”

She laughed again, cruel and unconvinced. “Listen, Mando, the reason I’m here right now is because I worked alone.” Her expression darkened; she crossed her arms again. “I’ve tried the whole ‘partners’ thing, and it didn’t quite work out, as you’ve so kindly reminded me.”

Din winced. She was right. He’d reopened the wound more than once since they’d been fighting on this planet, and he knew it wasn’t fair. She scoffed and dug her nails into the skin of her biceps.

“Give me one reason why we should go with your dumb idea that doesn’t involve bending me over.”

Her brashness had always made her appealing. Even when she was staring him down, ready to lunge and tear him to shreds, she was intoxicating—especially in those moments.

“I’ll let you take the bounty.”

She narrowed her eyes. “All of it?”

He nodded. She stared at him, squinting and clenching her jaw. The room was brighter now, the morning light still red and bleeding on everything within.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Enough credits so I can refuel my ship, and for you to stay away from my quarries.”

She worried her lip between her teeth. Din held his breath, needing her to accept his offer. He’d let her have it all—the bounty, the praise, the respect—if it meant she’d stop torturing him with something he could never have. 

Finally, she exhaled, clearing her throat.

“Deal.”

PART 2: YOU

Was it one of the worst mistakes you’d ever made? Maybe. Would it be worthwhile in the long run? Absolutely. Returning to Nevarro with a high-profile quarry and being able to boast about surviving the Pykes would do wonders for your Guild rates. And, maybe, people would finally respect you and stop pitying you.

You shook the Mandalorian’s gloved hand, suddenly remembering the warm tan skin underneath the leather. You also remembered that he’d told you he’d get here after dawn. True to form, he’d shown up annoyingly early. If he hadn’t, maybe he would’ve missed your night terror and never known about them. You didn’t remember anything this time; you’d been too focused trying to understand why there was a beskar helmet in front of your face as your body shook and fear seeped out of your skin. Maybe, in his own stupid way, the pest in beskar had helped you. Maybe that was why you decided to go along with his plan.

He remained on the bed, tracing shapes in the duvet. His beskar was glowing red with the room, and his helmet focused on you.

“Did you see him last night?” he mumbled.

“That came out of nowhere,” you scoffed. “But—if you must know—I disappointed him.”

Something dark possessed his voice. “Good.”

“So, was your plan to come here and pitch your idiotic idea to me, then ask if I slept with that slimeball?” 

When he remained silent, you rolled your eyes and settled back into the pillows. “Someone’s jealous,” you murmured under your breath. 

The duvet was thrown off you, exposing your bare lower half to the cold air. You hissed and glowered at him; he always moved so damn fast. You’d never admit that it intimidated you, though. The Mandalorian stood at the side of the mattress and his helmet tilted as it scanned your body. Already, you felt your cunt throb. You bit your lip, trying to fight against the arousal pooling in your core. 

He made your efforts futile as he ran his gloved index finger down from your hip to your knee. The sensation sent sparks throughout your body. You must’ve squirmed or rubbed your legs together to try to get some friction, because he shook his head and chuckled lowly.

“Even if you had seen him,” he said as he gripped your thigh, “I don’t think he’d get you this excited, would he?”

Damn the Mandalorian. You shook your head. He caressed your cheek, then gently smacked it with four fingers. There was no sting or tingle left behind. It was a test to gauge your reaction—a little unexpected tenderness.

“Use your words,” he husked, “or do you like when I slap those cheeks?”

You smiled mischievously. “Which ones, Mando?”

He shook his head and said your name. “The ones I didn’t have handfuls of last night while my cock was buried inside you.”

You grinned and tilted your head back, finally yielding to the pulses of pleasure flooding your system. He’d done you in—again—and you didn’t care. You closed your eyes and sighed when he tapped his middle and index fingers hard against your cheek.

You heard him click his tongue. “Open those pretty eyes,” he murmured. 

You did as told, a shiver running up your spine. His hand left your cheek, making you whine. You quickly forgave his transgression when his gloved hands grabbed your breasts. As he massaged them over the thin silk top, you hummed, staring up into his visor. He loomed over you and forced you to focus on him as he worked, relying on your wide eyes and gasps as fuel for his expert hands. The mattress shifted when he planted his right knee down just a few inches below your aching cunt. You spread your legs, butterflying them open without being prompted. The Mandalorian noticed this and straightened, trailing his hands down from your tits to rest on the hum of the tank.

“So needy for me that you’re already spreading yourself open?” His right hand toyed with your tank, his other gracing over your mound. 

You desperately needed him. His question lit a fire in your chest, made your cunt ache, and elicited strangled whines from your throat. Your hips rolled up and pushed your pelvis into his hand as a gloved finger trailed down, landing above your clit. One thing had become incredibly clear to you these past two days: you could always rely on the Mandalorian to be a frustrating tease.

“Mando,” you breathed. “Take your gloves off.”

He dramatically sighed, then made a show of taking the offending garments off. He tossed them to the other side of the bed and you gasped when his warm, calloused hands came to rest on your cold hips. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as his naked hands played with you. Every pinch and pull sent a red jolt of electricity through you. The Mandalorian was already—somehow—driving you to your climax.

“You love my hands, you needy little thing.” He pressed a thumb down right above your clit; a middle finger teased the crease of your folds, the pad of his finger barely pressing between them. 

“Yes, fuck, yes, Mando,” you keened into his touch, huffing when he chuckled at your weak attempts.

“Only I get to touch you like this,” he growled.

You opened your eyes and nodded at him, whining when he stopped touching you. Heat was coiling within you, and it didn’t stop even as he stood and shucked off his boots. He carefully removed the beskar covering his thighs and calves, set aside the random ammo strapped onto him, and took off his tac belt. You stared at him in awe and smiled as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. You absentmindedly rubbed needy circles around your clit, pressing down and adjusting your speed as he stood at the side of the bed, half-dressed with his cock in his hands. 

Your greedy eyes admired his muscular legs, the red light darkening them and making it easier for your eyes to linger on each piece of them. Watching him lazily pump his cock made you feel heady with lust. You licked your lips, recalling how his girth made you gag and filled you to the brim. He stopped the show to remove the rest of his armor, the metal barely making a sound as he gently placed each piece on the floor. Briefly, you considered the stark contrast between how he handled his beskar and how he handled you. The thought was instantly washed away as you closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure building with each circle on your clit.

He told you to keep your eyes closed, and you nodded. The scratch of fabric was the only sound aside from your breathy moans and his grunts as he undressed. You kept your circles steady, patiently waiting for the Mandalorian to burn you with his touch once again. There was a modulated chuckle, the mattress shifted with his weight, and rough hands gripped your hips. You giggled at the touch, applying more pressure on your sensitive clit, pleasure growing taut within you.

“Look at me.” 

You obeyed him, staring straight into his black visor. A hand came to rest on your cheek, fingertips brushing against your temple.

“You took me so well last night,” he purred. “Such a good girl.”

You simpered at the praise, your cunt throbbing. You could feel your hole get even wetter, the sensitive bud under your fingers tingling with need. A warm finger slid between your slick folds, and you gasped when it pushed inside of you. He laughed at you, inserting another digit with a slow thrust.

“He couldn’t do this to you, could he?” The Mandalorian growled. You emphatically shook your head, fingers swirling faster, chasing your peak. He nodded and hummed in approval. “That’s right, needy girl. Only I can.”

A desperate moan left your lips. He removed his fingers, and you gasped when the fat head of his cock teased your opening. 

“Please, Mando,” you panted, hand starting to cramp as you applied even more pressure to your pulsing bud, a white-hot release close to consuming you.

“Please, what?”

You groaned at his tease—he was insufferable, especially if you were at his mercy. 

“Please fuck me, Mando,” you growled, jutting your hips forward.

“You’re lucky I need this cunt,” he grunted, caging your head in with his hands, notching himself in your wet entrance. “Otherwise, I’d make you beg even more.”

With a sharp thrust, he slid inside of your needy cunt, filling you to the hilt. You exhaled sharply and lifted your legs in the air, bending them and letting them fall towards you. You could feel your walls stretching for him, trying to accommodate his thick length. Pleased, he sat back on his knees, his cock sliding out to the tip as he did.

“Look at that pretty little pussy,” Mando groaned, pressing a thumb to your clit, drawing circles and making you cry out. “I know you’re close, I can feel you fucking throbbing around me.”

You nodded and stared at his helmet. He bent forward and grabbed a pillow, pulling himself out of your gaping hole with a groan. You whined, then yelped when he yanked you into the air with his hands on your ass, placing the pillow right under the small of your back. He sat back on his knees and pumped his cock with a satisfied hum, a strangled groan escaping his helmet when you licked your middle and index fingers and started swirling them back around your hardened clit. You gave him a sly smile, biting your lip and letting your climax slowly start to take over you, a white-hot fire slowly starting to burn your needy sex.

“Maker, you’re a fucking seductress.” He sprang back into action, hands grabbing the meat of your thighs and his thick length forcing itself back inside your pulsing center. 

“Mando!” you exclaimed, crying out as he bottomed out.

His thrusts were unforgiving, ramming himself into you with something vicious. Your hands gripped his biceps as he fucked you, nails digging in and occasionally scratching his scarred tan skin. The wet slap of his balls against your dripping crack filled the air, his grunts mixing deliciously with your whines whenever he rammed into your cervix, the angle he’d created with the pillow letting him drive deep into your soaked hole with every snap of his hips. The Mandalorian groaned your name, the sound delicious and erotic. It sounded like a reluctant prayer; one your greedy ears would never grow tired of hearing. Through your cock-drunk haze, you wondered if he said your name as much as you did his.

A knock at the door caused you both to go silent, his hips stopping mid-thrust.

A familiar voice called your name. “My dear, are you decent?”

“Um, uh, n-no, my prince,” you shouted, voice embarrassingly hoarse from how much you’d been whining and mewling. 

The Mandalorian pressed his hips against you and sheathed himself entirely. When you gave him a glare, he only chuckled. He placed an extended index finger over your lips, signaling you to be silent.

“Well, when will you be?” the prince asked, his annoying voice muffled. 

Mando was increasing his speed, his thrusts a little shallower but dragging against that sweet spot inside of you. The blaze of pleasure within you grew with each punishing stroke.

“M-maybe i-in an hour?” 

Without thinking, you brought your fingers back to your clit, glaring at the Mandalorian. Though you tried to hide your annoyance, your mask kept slipping with each intoxicating roll of his hips. Heat blossomed from the sensitive bundle of nerves, mixing with your stretched cunt.

“Don’t fucking stop,” the beskar helmet whispered, his pace erratic. 

There was a sigh on the other side of the door and your mouth started to fall open. You shook your head at the Mandalorian, feeling your legs start to tense under his tight grip. Your left foot twitched.

“I hope it’s sooner. Breakfast will be cold by then.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, pressing your fingers into your sensitive bud and touching it in the exact right way you needed to, your orgasm white-hot and close to consuming you.

“I’ll try t-to be—mmph—faster,” you yelled, opening your eyes when you felt Mando’s warm hand grab your chin. Sweat was gathering behind your knees, a leg starting to twitch.

“Wear the clothes in the armoire, I picked them out just for you, my dear.”

The Mandalorian leaned in close, thrusts frantic and needy. Your sweaty body was twitching; your lips parted and brow furrowed. There was a low growl as your cunt pulsed around the thick length pumping in and out, soaked in your juices.

“Come with me.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, voice wavering.

You came silently, head falling back and jaw dropping. White heat burnt you from your throbbing cunt to your empty head, back arching with the force of it. The Mandalorian pulled back and grabbed your thighs, sheathing himself within you. He gave one last, sharp thrust, then coated your spasming walls with his spend. He fell forward and planted his hands by your ears, his helmet nearly touching your sweaty forehead.

“I love the enthusiasm!” The prince laughed. You swallowed, your chest heaving. “I’ll see you soon, my dear.”

You both waited a few moments, feeling your orgasmic contractions slowing, and his cock softening within you. The black visor was right in front of your eyes, and you wondered what color the Mandalorian’s eyes were. Not because you wished you could look into them as you clenched around him; no, you were just curious. It’s normal to be curious when someone hides under a helmet and makes it their life’s goal to constantly be in your way.

“I”—the Mandalorian pulled out, both of you hissing— “think he’s gone.”

You nodded, wincing as you lowered your legs and extended them. “I think you’re right.”

Though you loved that angled position, it killed your hips. You lifted your butt up with a huff and tossed the pillow under your back to the side. The Mandalorian remained between your legs, his helmet tilted. You closed your eyes and ignored his awkward beskar gaze, starting to roll your hips out.

Two warm hands gripped your right thigh, stopping your slow, circular movements. You opened your eyes and were about to scold him, but you stopped when he started to emulate the circular motion you’d been making. His hands were gentle and his movements cautious, always stopping if you hissed or grimaced. You stared at him, your expression softening. 

“You—um,” you cleared your throat. “You can, uh, do the left.”

The Mandalorian gently set your leg on the mattress, extending it and watching you for any signs of discomfort. 

“If you want me to.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His hands came to rest on your other thigh, his fingertips soft on your skin. When you nodded, he lifted your thigh and repeated the process. Once again, you were under his watchful, helmeted gaze, your hands resting over your ribcage. As he worked, you studied his naked body. The muscles in his tan arms rippled as he rolled your hips out, a few random scars on his left bicep and right forearm marring his skin. Though his arms were toned—and his legs, too, as you’d seen earlier—he had a soft belly, revealing his age just a bit. You knew he was close to 38, but he fought—and fucked—like he was 24. 

You quite liked his physique, you decided, wincing when there was a pinch and nodding to let him know you were okay. The beskar armor did add a little bulk to his frame, but he was still broad and tough, hardened from years of hunting and fighting. The Mandalorian was rigid, unyielding, and carved with sharp edges; he was also strangely soft, something tender hidden under his skin. It drew you to him, made you want to peel off his armor and stroke his skin. You wanted to kiss it, then mark it with scratches—red evidence that you bested him again.

He lowered your leg to the mattress, still sitting back on his knees between your legs. His calculating stare made you squirm, anxious energy driving you to push yourself up with shaking hands and flop back against the stack of pillows. Silence hung heavy in the air, the bright, yellow morning light warming the room. You were no longer stained red from the curtains, and neither was he.

PART 3: DIN

He couldn’t deny it any longer. She was beautiful. 

Something within him snapped as he filled her quivering cunt, his body nearly going numb with the force of his orgasm. Watching her face contort and twist with pleasure made him fill with something heady and warm, possessive and primal. Din loved fucking her while the twat stood just outside the door, claiming her as his while the prince’s voice droned on. She’d be spending the rest of her day full of his seed—maybe some of it dripping down her soft thigh—his musky scent concealed underneath her floral aroma.

Din cleared his throat, standing and hiding the way his knees wobbled and ached. He wasn’t young anymore; that was for damn sure. But knees be damned—he’d fuck her like that for the rest of his life if she could make him come so hard he saw stars every time. He noticed the way her eyes tracked his movements, lingered on his hands as he slowly put his flight suit back on, trailed up his torso, finally settling on his visor. Din chuckled and she sat up, crossing her arms and swinging her legs to the edge of the bed.

“Something funny, Mando?”

He shook his head. “No. You’re just so obvious.”

She stood, fingers tugging on the hem of her thin silk top. “Obvious how?”

“You’re so obvious when you eye-fuck me,” he stated. Her eyes widened slightly, and he smirked. “Want another round, you needy little thing?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, storming over to the bathroom. He started to put his armor back on, watching her ass bounce with each angry step she took. A faucet started to run, and he quickly reattached the last pieces so he could investigate the bathroom. 

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her naked body, cool light from the sconces bathing her. The large, open shower to her right was steaming with hot water, and as she stepped into it, he wished he could feel it—and her—on his skin.

“You’re a fucking weirdo,” she laughed, splashing her face with water. When he didn’t respond, she shrugged and yawned, grabbing a tube off the stone bench behind her. 

All he could do was watch her, the droplets of water rolling down her skin hypnotizing him. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, grateful once again for the beskar that hid his face in moments like these.

A frustrated groan snapped him out of his trance. “Dank farrik. I forgot a washcloth,” she grumbled.

Din turned his head to look at the black marble countertop she was just in front of and saw the white washcloth resting to the left of a large, pearlescent sink. He walked over, grabbed the washcloth, and took a few short steps to the edge of the shower. She gingerly took the washcloth he held out in a gloved hand, eyes darting around. He took a few steps back and crossed his arms again, his cheeks flushing as she started to wash herself, leaning her head back so her hair wouldn’t get wet. 

“So, what’s the plan, Mando?” she asked above the stream of water.

Kriff, how could he think straight when her tits looked like that with soap on them?

“I think we should end it all tonight.”

“That’s not a plan, that’s a goal.” 

He gulped as she turned around, bending at the waist and washing her legs. Din had known for a long time now that she had an incredible ass, but his brain buzzed seeing it wet and soapy. 

“Our best shot is having you seduce the prince so I can work through the guards and get our exit path clear,” he said, shifting his boots as she turned back around and started to rinse off, tossing the cloth on the bench.

“I mean, that’s the only way we can do this,” she stated, splashing water under arms , soap leaving trails down her curves. “But, what about the Pykes?”

“We avoid them.”

“No shit,” she deadpanned. “How do we avoid them, Mando?”

He shrugged. She shut the shower off, looking for a towel. He snatched one he saw resting over the edge of the bathtub in the corner and handed it to her, blushing as she took it and started to dry off, starting from her shoulders.

“I’ll be here all day. I’ll watch them.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And risk getting caught?”

“I won’t,” he asserted, stiffening when she stepped out of the shower, brow set, and arms crossed. She stood naked in front of him, the used towel on the shower bench.

“You sound very sure about that,” she said, “but I’ve sniffed you out plenty of times.”

Din went silent, suddenly hot under her quizzical gaze. He refused to make the first move away from the confrontation, and she didn’t either. Din was sure that she was cold after such a warm shower, so he was waiting for her to crack and leave to change. But she refused to yield, fingers tapping on her bicep, shoulders back. Always so sure of herself even when she lost her footing, and even when Din had her pinned to the ground or a blaster on her temple.

“Go ahead,” she spat, a wrathful grin splitting her face.

Din’s chest heaved. She’d given him a tough chase, the quarry’s bagged head out of her reach once he’d knocked her down. Even still, she struggled underneath him, kicking and twisting and biting. A woman full of spite and venom.

“Do it, Mando.”

He kept the blaster trained on her as he made a jump for the bag, immediately lifting off into the air with his jetpack, her taunting laugh echoing in his helmet.

“Coward!”

Finally, she moved, brushing past him to stand in front of the sink, staring into the mirror and inspecting her face and hair. 

“We can’t fuck this up, Mando.”

“We won’t.”

She looked into the mirror at him, a sanguine smile teasing the corner of her mouth, something dark twinkling in her eyes. Din liked her when she was deadly.

“I’ll get him going at breakfast. The maids come up here at 1100.” 

She took a deep breath and turned around, striding past him and into the sunny bedroom. Din followed her, standing awkwardly at the fireplace while she rummaged through the armoire, mumbling to herself. When she turned back around, she was holding a folded black garment.

She unfolded it and yanked it over head, wiggling into it. It was a simple black dress with long sleeves that hugged her curves, the square neckline accenting the collarbones he wanted to press his lips against. 

“I look fucking ridiculous,” she laughed, standing in front of the mirror. Din watched her play with her hair, combing through it with her fingers, humming until she was satisfied.

He tilted his head and shrugged, taking a few steps forward. “It…It looks good on you.”

She turned and looked at him, something soft flashing across her face. Whatever he saw was immediately replaced by something dark and fierce, complementing the black velvet dress.

“I’ll be back around noon. Scope out the palace until then,” she stated, slipping into her shoes. Her hand was on the thick door handle, and she gave Din one last look.

“I’ll be here, pretty girl,” he asserted, nodding his head. “This is The Way.”

A soft smile teased her lips. She turned back around, opening and shutting the heavy wood door.

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Under the cut is a list of muses I have for those who can’t open the google doc. Note: the google doc has detailed information about them so if you can, please open it up.

Bold is primary, italic is secondary, regular is by request.

TVD/TO/LEGACIES:

ELENA GILBERT

KATHERINE PEIRCE

DAMON SALVATORE

ALARIC SALTZMAN

LIZZIE SALTZMAN

josie saltzman

caroline forbes

bonnie bennett

Klaus Mikaelson

FINAL FANTASY:

CLOUD STRIFE (ff7r)

aeirth (ff7 remake)

tifa (ff7 remake)

Jill Warrick (ff16)

Clive Rosfield (ff16)

snow villiers

THIRTEEN REASON’S WHY:

Justin Foley

Bryce Walker

Jessica Davis

Clay Jenson

911/911 LONE STAR:

ATHENA GRANT

MADDIE BUCKLEY

OWEN STRAND

TK STRAND

GRACE RYDER

AHS:

Brooke Thompson

Montanna Duke

donovan

BBC SHERLOCK:

SHERLOCK HOLMES

BRIDGERTON:

Simon Bassett

Daphne Bridgerton

kate sharma/bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

BTVS/ATS

Buffy Summers

CORDELIA CHASE

CAOS:

SABRINA SPELLMAN

ONE CHICAGO:

natalie manning

JAY HALSTEAD

ADAM RUZEK

KIM BURGESS

Hank Voight

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

DAREDEVIL:

MATT MURDOCK

DEXTER:

DEXTER MORGAN

DCTV:

SARA LANCE

JOHN CONSTANTINE

SPOONER

EUPHORIA:

JULES VAUGHN

RUE BENNETT

FROM DUSK TIL DAWN:

Seth Gecko

Kate Fuller

GOOD GIRLS:

BETH BOLAND

Greys’ Anatomy:

meredith grey

JO WILSON

CARINA DELUCA

Ameila Shepard

GAME OF THRONES:

DANY

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

NCB HANNIBAL:

WILL GRAHAM

HAUNTING OF BLY MANNER:

DANI CLAYTON

PETER QUINT

HEMLOCK GROVE

PETER RUMANCEK

HTGAWM:

CONNOR WALSH

LAW AND ORDER SVU:

OLIVIA BENSON

Elliot Stabler

kathleen stabler

alex cabot

casey novak

LOST GIRL:

BO DENNIS

LUCIFER:

CHLOE DECKER

lucifer morningstar

mazikeen

MINDHUNTER:

Holden Ford

POSE:

ANGEL EVANGALISTA

BLANCA EVANGALISTA

PRODIGAL SON:

MALCOLM BRIGHT

RIVERDALE:

ARCHIE ANDREWS

BETTY COOPER

TONI TOPAZ

CHERYL BLOSSOM

FP Jones

JUGHEAD JONES

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO:

MAX EVANS

LIZ ORTECHO

STRANGER THINGS:

NANCY WHEELER

BILLY HARGROVE (BILLY’S TATTOOS POST SEASON THREE HERE )

STATION 19:

Vic Hughes

SUPERNATURAL:

Dean Winchester

THE MAGICIANS:

ELIOT WAUGH

MARGO HANSON

THE WITCHER (GAME, TV SHOW, AND BOOK MIXED MEDIA):

GERALT (please note, geralt has cat-eyes. not the eyes we see in the show. if you need a visual, think game geralt)

CIRI

TRUE BLOOD:

SOOKIE STACKHOUSE

TARA THORTON

jessica hamby

JASON STACKHOUSE

SAM MERLOTTE

WYNONNA EARP:

WYNONNA EARP

WAVERLY EARP

NICOLE HAUGHT

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

KLAUS HARGREEVES

ALLISON HARGREEVES

VAN HELSING:

Vanessa Van Helsing

YOU:

BECK

JOE GOLDBERG

LOVE QUINN

THEO

FORTY QUINN

DCU:

WONDER WOMAN/DIANA PRINCE

HARLEY QUINN (au verse 1 here)

DESCENDANTS:

HARRY HOOK

MAL BERTHA

EVIE GRIMHILDE

MCU:

DEADPOOL/WADE WILSON

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

WANDA MAXIMOFF

BUCKY BARNES

NATASHA ROMANOFF

YELENA BELOVA

THOR

LOKI

MICHAEL MORBIUS

Peter Parker (the amazing spiderman)

POTC:

CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW

ASSASSIN’S CREED SERIES:

JACOB FRYE

EVIE FRYE

EIVOR

KASSANDRA

DETRIOT BECOME HUMAN:

Connor

DRAGON AGE:

MORRIGAN

FENRIS

GARRETT HAWKE

MARIAN HAWKE

CYBERPUNK:

V (both male and v, both streetkid and corpo)

JOHNNY SILVERHAND

JUDY ALVAREZ

LAST OF US:

joel miller

ELLIE

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

LINK

RESIDENT EVIL:

ADA WONG

LEON KENNEDY (previously traumamade)

ETHAN WINTERS

LADY DIMITRESCU

Claire Redfield

dimitrescu daughters

TOMB RAIDER:

LARA CROFT

UNCHARTED:

NATHAN DRAKE

BLEACH:

ichigo kurosaki

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

VAMPYR:

JOHNATHAN REID

BLACK BUTLER:

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

BLUE EXORCIST

RIN OKAMARU

HELLSING:

SERAS VICTORIA

INTEGRA HELLSING

NARUTO:

NARUTO UZUMAKI

TSUNADE

SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

BAN

VAMPIRE KNIGHT:

yuuki cross/kuran

ZERO KIYRUU

OUAT:

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

SOA:

JAX TELLER

VENUS

GEMMA TELLER

WHITE COLLAR:

Neal Caffrey

FAR CRY:

FAITH SEED

NEW AMSTERDAM:

MAX GOODWIN

CRUELLA:

CRUELLA DE VILLE

MASS EFFECT:

JOHN SHEPARD

JANE SHEPARD

KAIDAN

SAMARA

KASUMI

MIRANDA

DOCTOR WHO:

rose tyler

GOSSIP GIRL REBOOT:

ZOYA LOTT

MAX WOLFE

DOOM PATROL:

JANE

LARRY TRAINOR

A WAY OUT:

LEO CARUSO

CASTLE:

RICHARD CASTLE

BITTEN:

ELENA MICHAELS

TEEN WOLF:

CHRIS ARGENT

ALLISON ARGENT

SCOTT MCCALL

LYDIA MARTIN

STILES STILINSKI

THE FLASH:

BARRY ALLEN

NORA WEST ALLEN

BART WEST ALLEN

IRIS WEST

CAITLYN SNOW

KILLER FROST

SUCKERPUNCH

BABY DOLL

SHADOW HUNTERS

ISABELLE

ALEC

HOUSE OF ASHES

JASON

THE MEDIUM

MARIANNE

THE LAST KINGDOM

UHTRED RAGNARSON

Iseult

MOON KNIGHT

STEVEN GRANT/MARC

FIRST KILL

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont.

THE QUARRY

Kaityln Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Laura Kearny

THE SANDMAN

Dream/Morpheus

INTEVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis De Pointe

Claudia

HORIZON SERIES

Aloy

THE VAMPIRE ACADEMY (TV SERIES)

Rose Hathaway

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Enid Sincliar

DAYS GONE

Deacon St. John

QUEEN CHARLOTTE - A BRIDGERTON STORY

Queen Charlotte

MAYFAIR WITCHES

Rowan Fielding

Critical Role (currently caught up to episode 97 and both seasons of the animated show)

Vax

Vex

Keylith

THE EVIL WITHIN

Sebastian 

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Karlach

Orin

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Charlie Morningstar

Niffty

Alastor

Outlander:

Claire Fraser

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡Muses ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

“I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours”

- “Against the Kitchen Floor” by Will Wood

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Listed below are my current fandoms and muses within them. I’m not too picky when it comes to ships, though I tend to lean towards those that are under-explored when the fandom allows (ex: Hadir Karim/Alex Keller). If you want to shoot me a DM or ask regarding a plot ideas, go for it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Current Fandoms:

The Boys ♢ Brokeback Mountain ♢ Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot) ♢ Detroit: Become Human ♢ Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves ♢ Fallout (New Vegas & 4) ♢ Far Cry (4 & 5) ♢ Gen V ♢ Hannibal (NBC) ♢ House Of Ashes ♢ Legend of Zelda ♢ Moon Knight ♢ Mortal Kombat (1) ♢ Night At The Museum ♢ Outlast (1 & Whistleblower) ♢ Pokémon ♢ The Quarry ♢ Resident Evil ♢ Scream (1) ♢ Uncharted (2 & 4) ♢ Until Dawn

Muse List:

Brokeback Mountain

Ennis Del Mar

Jack Twist

Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Phillip Graves

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Hadir Karim

Alex Keller

John “Soap” MacTavish

Vladimir Makarov

Andrei Nolan

Rodolfo Parra

John Price

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Alejandro Vargas

Detroit: Become Human

Colton (RK900)

Connor (RK800)

Elijah Kamski

Markus (RK200)

Gavin Reed

Simon (PL600)

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Edgin Darvis

Xenk Yendar

Fallout

New Vegas

Craig Boone

Caesar

Arcade Israel Gannon

Benny Gecko

Joshua Graham

Vulpes Inculta

The King

Pacer

Swank

4

Paladin Danse

Deacon

Porter Gage

Preston Garvey

Robert Joseph MacCready

Mason

Arthur Maxson

Sturges

X6-88

Far Cry

4

Ajay Ghale

Paul "De Pleur" Harmon

Regi

Yogi

5

Charlemagne "Sharky" Victor Boshaw IV

Jacob Seed

John Seed

Hannibal (NBC)

Frederick Chilton

Francis Dolarhyde

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

Mason Verger

Legend of Zelda

Kass

Link

Prince Sidon

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Steven Grant ♢ Mr. Knight

Jake Lockley

Marc Spector ♢ Moon Knight

Mortal Kombat 1

Baraka

Johnathan Carlton ♢ Johnny Cage

Bi-Han ♢ Sub-Zero

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Kuai Liang ♢ Scorpion

Raiden

Reiko

Syzoth ♢ Reptile

Kenshi Takahashi

Shang Tsung

Tomas Vrbada ♢ Smoke

Night At The Museum

Ahkmenrah

Jedediah

Octavius

Outlast + Whistleblower

Jeremy Blaire

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Pokémon

Archer

Archie

Beni

Colress

Emmet

Faba

Ghetsis

Giovanni

Guzma

Ingo

Professor Kukui

Lysandre

Matt

Maxie

Milo

Molayne

Nanu

Peony

Petrel

Proton

Chairman Rose

Professor Sycamore

Tabitha

Resident Evil

Karl Heisenberg

Leon Kennedy

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Ethan Winters

Scream (Original)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Dwight “Dewey” Riley

Supermassive Games

The Devil in Me

Charles Lonnit

House of Ashes

Nick Kay

Eric King

Jason Kolchek

Salim Othman

Man of Medan

Conrad

Bradley Smith

The Quarry

Jacob Custos

Ryan Erzahler

Chris Hackett

Travis Hackett

Dylan Lenivy

Until Dawn

Christopher Hartley

Michael Munroe

Matthew Taylor

Joshua Washington

Uncharted

All Entries

Nathan Drake

Victor Sullivan

Among Thieves

Harry Flynn

A Thief’s End

Rafe Adler

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S3 underway!

Though Lovers Be Lost: You weren't lying when you warned me about the over-the-top summary. XD This episode got me, btw-- showing how V and C's dynamic could change and thrive, Vincent struggling, and Cathy wanting to celebrate their new gift only for Gabriel to claim it (literally believing in gifts now) as his own. Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action. Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know. Vincent not remembering at first, his face very Buster when he was brought back home, slowly regaining names and his normal memories (the constellations with Father and Father realizing he's healed enough to joke with), and struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them. His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing. Cathy's betrayal (Moreno is brilliant), torture, imprisonment, labor, and death was cruel, cruel, cruel; but I am so glad the writers gave her dignity and strength. Gabriel: really enthralled with his character. Eyyyy, Elliot and eyy Bruch's right-hand man. Eyyyy Joe (though Joe forgets Cathy's special someone in the next ep., or assumes it's Elliot Burch.) Moreno: stellar.

Walk Slowly: Top-tier. The new theme song-- I LOVE IT. Vincent's walk as he carries Cathy's body back to her apartment; and his vigil until dawn forces him to go. His and Below's mourning was exemplary. Joe's tears and shaky and referral to Diana and meeting Diana was fantastic. DIANA. DIANA, DIANA, DIANA. I love her. I never would have imagined her so serious-- for some reason, I read her voice as fast talking, higher pitched-- a far cry from measured and deliberate. Her case... and jumping into a new one. I adore that Diana "met" Catherine first, and really connected with her through her little doll. (I also noticed that she seems to get flashes or insights by touching objects... hmmmmm.) Mark took me by surprise, wonder how long he's going to be around. Her interrogation of both Joe and Elliot was spectacular. Vincent finally seeking out Father, and Father knowing Vincent's grief and guiding him through it... wow. Vincent's fight with the Other, Catherine's necklace, remembering her words, shocking Father to death with the revelation. Joe and Jen and the FUNERAL-- all the people Above and Below. Diana observing everyone, marking their pictures with question marks (and Father with the most.) The children hugging Vincent while the others are at the funeral.... Diana's contemplation and Vincent visiting the grave after dark. Wonderful, wonderful episode.

I'll stop there; but I am seriously addicted and want to watch more and more. I love everything about S3 and it's making me way, way too happy for so unhappy a time in the characters' lives. :DDDDD

Here we gooooo...

Though Lovers Be Lost. I'm going to address a few things you've written and then pose a few questions.

Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action.

Yes! I've always thought, given the corner the creative staff had been shoved into by circumstances beyond their control, and knowing there was no way they were going to please all the fans, they did a tremendous job of making sure Cathy's death had meaning and some dignity and that the events that followed it honored her and her impact on V's life and the lives of all those she loved.

Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know.

C'mon, how ridiculous was that? I snicker every time Mouse says, "So quiet." Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the two most quiet lovers in the history of ever. And exactly how long did they wait before Father decided to go in after them? And how did Cathy manage to undress an unconscious 200+ pound man, ravish him, and then redress him? I still have so many questions about this opening scene. It could have been so much better. But then I remember that Linda Hamilton was ripely pregnant when this was shot and had only agreed to 10 hours of filming for these first two episodes and likely wasn't up to a love scene - supposing they'd even considered shooting one. Not going to say any more about the whole lava and roses thing either. Like GRRM said, at that point the writers were scrambling and doing the best they could with what they had. Let's move on to better things, shall we?

struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them.

Here's the first of the questions I'd like to ask you. Any theories as to why the bond was lost? Because that's a debate for the ages and I'm always up for digging into that.

Yes, it was a bad thing to have happen. But I also think it was inevitable.

I also think Cathy was very ambivalent about having the baby once the initial shock of her pregnancy wore off. She looked distressed when she went to visit the nursery after she got the news. And then there was her daydream about telling Vincent, and his less-than-thrilled reaction. I know from a storytelling standpoint that she couldn't tell him she was pregnant when she went Below to do just that, and I love the way she was so gentle with him and her speech about gifts lost and found, but I've always wondered what would have happened if she'd told him then.

Are you picking up on the signs that Vincent possibly walked out of that cave more comfortably integrated with parts of Buster's personality than we'd seen before? We know he's stressed out and frantic, searching for Cathy, but he also seems less... patient overall. Less willing to swallow down the kind of emotions he would have before the cave and the madness, maybe? Thoughts?

His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing.

Yes, it is. Especially when you consider that he thought his bond with Cathy was being restored and it wasn't that at all. I love how he actually empathically experienced the birth of his son but didn't know that's what it was. He was convinced Cathy was on that helicopter with Gabriel and didn't have any idea she was wasn't until she called out to him. And he didn't have to "feel her go" again, as he did in The Watcher, and I'm so grateful for that, because once is enough. I also like that it took a while before her revelation to him about what happened in the cave and their son sunk in (after finding her crystal there, mid-fight with Buster).

Gabriel: really enthralled with his character.

I'll admit it: I love Gabriel. He's the perfect nemesis for Vincent at this point in his journey. He's batshit crazy, but in a whole different way than Paracelsus. And he has some of the best lines. Stephen McHattie nailed this role.

I noticed, too, that Joe seemed to have forgotten the convo he had with Cathy at the beginning of TLBL. I decided to chalk it up to it being late at night and he was tired and it was more than six months later that Diana questioned him.

Speaking of, I'm going to take the rest of the discussion of Walk Slowly over to its own post. See ya there in a bit!