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earthbound-in-doubt · 8 months
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if everything goes right ill be moving in with my second cousin in the city i wanna live in extremely soon and im fucking excited
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oifaaa · 2 years
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I am kinda laughing at the weird battle for the cowl 2 currently happening over in future state Gotham bc the current participants are Jace fox, extremely edgy Damian, hush but hes got Bruce's face again, Dick???, and finally Bruce bc yeah he's not actually dead guys
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deltaruminations · 1 year
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you guys ever think about how the DT extraction machine, possibly implied to have been initially designed/prototyped by gaster, is shaped like a deer skull. and how toby fox originally meant to have more things foreshadowing it earlier in UT. but the only one he kept in the final game was a deer monster themed around a december holiday
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O God of Self-indulging Forgiveness
It's odd to me how you can look in the mirror and think you're a good person,
Or think that you will be one day,
Maybe you just say it to get under everyone's skin.
The horrendous acts, and the gleeful words you speak,
And the way you become vengeful if people don't like them.
The way you, even in the aftermath, tried to call for revenge,
And the way you plotted to take us down like a snake,
Cunning, slimy, venomous, yet petty,
Only because you're angry at my anger-
Resentful with my resentment-
Yet all you have to do is forgive yourself and move on, and it's okay.
It's like it's a fresh, clean slate every time, for you to turn around and harm someone again,
And then blame everyone else for struggling to accept it, because you've accepted it already.
Evil Christians tell others that God forgives them, so they don't have to feel bad for what they did.
Now I see why you call yourself a God.
And worship yourself for saving you from your own shame.
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real-godzekiel · 1 year
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pikslasrce · 2 years
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killing myself they are evacuating the dorm again
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jazjelspen · 2 months
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when memories snow
alastor x overlord reader
(notes: songfic, angst, reader has similar powers to alastor, al and vox used to be friends in this fic)
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song used: when memories snow - mitski
You looked out your window to see the Hazbin Hotel in ruins, 666 News playing in the background as you stared off. You recently left the V's building after watching the wreck that was Alastor and Adam's battle through Vox's TV, sure it felt good seeing Alastor get what he deserved after what he did to the both of you but still.. lingering feelings of yours stayed present.
You knew he wasn't dead. You could feel it, his soul's presence still reeked as always it always has in hell.. but it was faint. His soul was far and you could feel it recovering,
That was all you could feel though, your powers limited to there.
You never really enjoyed partnering up with Vox, let alone the other Vs in general. Despite him being an ass to work with you enjoyed when you and Vox would complain to each other about how Alastor threw you both aside.
For Vox he was a friend, business partner, but to you-- he was your lover.
Despite how much you liked complaining to him you didn't exactly pay him much attention since he clearly just wanted to reel you in to work against Alastor, in a heat of anger and at the brink of tears you agreed, now you wondered if it was even worth it.
You loved him, you loved Alastor so much. You made so many good memories with him to the point that you couldn't even look at your home the same now that he's been there, nor could you look at the streets, the towns, the corners of hell you've both been in together. Too painful.
The way he left you behind was sad, truly. He was courting you for at least a decade or two and oh was he such a gentleman to you.. a real sweetheart. He'd hold out his hand for you to take when going down steps of stairs, offer you his arm to hold when walking, take you to outings full of wonder and awe despite the setting you both were in, he even gave you private gifts for when he noticed you were stressed out over your work or simply distraught over anything. Yes this seemed like basic relationship actions but to you it meant so much more.
Sure, he was never openly affectionate. He was okay with touch from you and all and even said a few little cheesy remarks towards you that at times that would make your face flush from how pure his words are despite the owner of the tongue that they are coming out of.
You both bonded over how similar your powers were, bonded over dance, music, singing and to you he saw you as a very interesting and peculiar individual with how different your own adventures were, adventures where he just had to come and see what you were to do to end the situation with and how.. even your his and your shadows played around and goofed off themselves.
To him, you were entertaining.
But in private? He was a dream, at times telling you sweet things that made you light-headed in the best way possible and on the very, very rare occasions did he ever land a kiss on you behind closed doors.
You were the only one to see him this way, so in the end it made you feel as if his love for you was true.
Right?
You loved him, you hated him.
You want to rip him apart in a mess of blood and guts but you also want to be near him again.
Conflicting feelings were raging a war in you, your love and your hunger for revenge killing each other slowly to see who would be the fateful victor in this.
Seven years ago on the day of one of your anniversaries he left you with no warning at all, leaving you worried sick and almost grieving. You attempted to use your powers to try to feel his soul somewhere, anywhere.. but it was as if it fizzled out- leaving traces of where he used to be.
You never moved on and seeing him suddenly come back after those painful years passed made you so happy.. feeling his soul walking around was like a breath of the freshest air of Eden, until all he did was only acknowledge everyone but you.. he fucking acknowledged Vox but ignored you and disappeared each time you came around and no matter how hard you tried it pained you immensely how slicker he got to avoid talking to you.
The killing sprees you both went on together? The dates? The care, the protecting.. you sacrificed one of your fellow overlords for him for his radio broadcast when he first came about because you felt like he was an interesting individual with potential. Was it all just-- for naught?
He seemed in love in his own special way.. so why.. why did he leave you with no words and now proceed to pretend as if you're nothing but a limp corpse.
You hated it you couldn't take it.
So you sought refuge in Vox, becoming 'friends' through your fresh hate of Alastor.
Once the news finished its broadcast you couldn't help but still feel a sense of anger rising in you, revenge bubbling in your blood through your skin as if begging you to take your own pound of flesh.
"When memories snow, and cover up the driveway."
Your voice began to sing, singing wasn't something you did since that fateful day your heart was ripped inside out. But.. it was only fitting you finally did now.
"I shovel all those memories, clear the path to drive to the store."
Your feet turned away from the window to walk towards your desk, you looked around briefly to notice how unkept it was.. never fully cleaning your own study due to your emotional rollercoasters.
"And when memories melt," your eyes narrowed down in emotional pain, remembering one of your most exciting escapades with him before he left. "I hear them in the drainpipe."
You leaned against your desk as you hurriedly opened one of your drawers to then pull out a hidden black and white photo of Alastor and you celebrating one of your anniversaries.
You were so happy that day.
Tears began brimming in your eyes as your hand started trembling and wrinkling the photo with how hard you were holding it.
Do you think he'd visit you?...
Your throat cracking slightly yet your singing never dared to falter.
"Dripping through the downspout.. as I lie awake in the dark."
No, no. If he truly wanted to see you again he would've done it six months ago, but he seemed to be more interested and entertained by the Princess of Hell and her dingy hotel.
As the sound around you amplified so did your heart beat, your anger, the exploding rage. Your shadow began to move on its own as an evil smile presented itself on the floorboards. It laughed, it laughed at you yet whispered encouraging words.. encouraging you to get him to regret leaving you behind. The same shadow that laughed at you when you first realized that you were truly in love with him.
The shadow grew more and expanded itself to your wall and over the window, looking down at the window where the ruins of the hotel was visible to you. It laughed and whispered, mumbled and encouraged you.
As your sorrow weighed on you and made you physically lean against your desk with your hand over your heart, the emotional ache washing over you like a tsunami's ocean wave. It felt as if that dreadful day was repeating,
"And if I break,"
You turned around to face the window again, your body leaning on your desk with a pained look on your features. You wanted to stop hurting--
"Could I go on break?"
It will, it'll stop hurting. Your shadow told you so, and it whispered so many secrets and ideas to you you couldn't help but feel confident in what you wanted to do next.
You won't stay down, you'll pick yourself up.
You stood up straight and off from the desk, a newfound optimism seating itself next to your heartbreak. It even reached to your vocal cords with it now making your singing sound more stern and steady.
"Be back in my room, writing speeches in my head."
You took a few steps towards the window, your shadow only growing bigger and widening itself across your room.. basking it all in darkness. It devilishly cheered for you, for your up in coming revenge.
You began to grin, feeling your power enhance with this fire in your heart raging and dancing like a tango.
You raised your arms up as if welcoming in this new revelation, happily bringing in this new purpose.
"Listening to the thousand hands,"
"That clap for me in the dark."
Your grinning face stayed plastered with your emotions as you sang your last words, your song finishing soon after.
In the end, rage won over your soul, overlooking the love you have had for him.
You will get your revenge against Alastor.
Whether he truly felt the same way for you or not, you weren't going to ask yourself that anymore. Avenging yourself was all that mattered.
You picked up your phone, tapping it a few times before it started ringing.. your intended target to help you in your plans answered.
"Vox, do you still have some free time on your hands? We need to have a discussion about the Radio Demon."
You weren't regretting this, you won't regret it.
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coffee-lover-666 · 2 years
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I’m Falling Apart, But I Won’t Show You That
[April 12, 2022]
I know it was my choice, and I fucked up.
I’ve acted okay all the time, but I’m not.
I miss you being in my life to the extent that my life is honestly falling apart.
I go back on all our memories together.
I let it eat at me.
If only I had listened to you, when you needed me I was being selfish.
I should’ve stopped and focused on you.
It kills me that I just keep hurting you.
I will always love you.
You will always mean the world to me.
I act like it doesn’t hurt that we don’t message often, but that kills me to the point where I feel I’m losing everything that truly mattered.
I’ll never actually show you how much I’m hurting, I never want you to see that.
You seem happier.
Are you?
Do I cross your mind at night like you do mine?
Due to what I put you through and how I wasn’t there, that’s what crosses my mind and I bet myself up over it every single day and night.
I miss you.
I wish I could change everything hun.
I wish I could reverse time and never hurt you like I did again.
I’ll always love you, and due to how much I love you I’ll never be able to move on.
I was told to just leave you alone, but I can’t.
I haven’t fully told anyone why I’m so broken.
They don’t consider that it’s because I let you go.
My mind races with thoughts about you, wondering how you’re doing, what you’re thinking, and just everything.
If I could, I’d take back all the pain I’ve caused you.
I’m so sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
If only you knew how often I dream of you, I wake up crying.
You will always be in my heart, permanently there.
I’ll forever love you.
I wanted you to be the main part of my life.
I know having other people involved was rough.
I understand if you never want me again because of that. 
However, I wanted you to be my center, the one I had all the love for.
The others were just random, there was nothing truly emotional only physical.
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Hii, I would like to request something for Daemon.
At Rhaenyra wedding he sees reader(targaryen or valeryion), who was away for some time, and he falls in love with her again seeing as in the past they had a fling. He chooses her over Rhaenyra and they get married days later with Viserys approval. They reunite with the family on Driftmark for Leana's funeral, there Rhaenyra gets jealous when she sees Daemon being soft with his childrens and reader. Later she tries to sway Daemon and make him leave his family with the excuses of the Greens being against her but he gets mad and threatens her or something like that.
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Author's Note- Thanks for the request. It was very interesting writing this one. I made a few changes in the scenes to fit in. Do not fret requesting for more. Requests are always opened and we'll appreciated.
Thank you and Enjoy your reading!
Dancing with Dragons
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader
Summary- Things and situations are bound to change as well as hearts...
Tag List- @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @thekayarlene, @narcy, @helloitsshitzulover, @muushwrites, @daringboba, @bi2simps, @issybee0611, @yariany02, @agathe, @5moremin, @candypurplebutterfly, @saraelizabeth26, @moon-light1415, @targaryenmoony, @stargaryenx, @instabul, @shine101
Warnings- Threats, Suggestive Content? Westrosi Things
GIF Credits to @userparamore
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Daemon looked around the feast in boredom, trying to find something to keep himself intrigued throughout the night. He could feel two pair of eyes on his figure. One belonging to his beloved niece while the other belonged to Laena Velaryon.
He wished to see a certain familiar face walking through those huge doors. It had been quite too long since he had seen his cousin sister, much to his dismay.
Even though it had been more than a few summers, Daemon still remembered the secret nights spent in each other's embrace. Moans and gasps mixing into groans of pleasure. Her smooth skin layered by beads of sweat. Eyes closed in euphoria, hair messed from tugging
Daemon smirked to himself as he took a sip of the Dornish wine served in the feast. His eyes traveled to the dusky skinned lady sitting on the opposite side of the table.
He stood up, stepping down the stairs and joining the dance. He could feel the movement of the Velaryon girl, turning to find her behind himself.
A conversation ignited and Daemon could feel a few sparks; though he knew it was not of love, but of simple lust towards a woman with a pretty face and pure innocence.
"Lady (Y/N) of Houses Targaryen and Arryn"
The room stilled as the dancing pairs moved out of the way of the late Queen Consort's younger sister strided in gracefully with an authoritative aura following her like the sunflower following the sun.
Her blue gown of expensive silks wrapped around her beautiful body smoothly, accentuating her features and pushing her breasts together to create ample cleavage. The silver thread forming falcons on the skirt of her gown.
Daemon let his eyes follow their way down her attractive figure. His legs moving on their accords as they lead him to her. Their eyes met, bodies only a few inches apart.
"Glad to see you here, Lady (Y/N)," Daemon bend down to place a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her palm. "The pleasure is all mine, Prince Daemon," her voice was music to his ears, making him hum in pleasure.
"Lady (Y/N), it is our pleasure to have you with us here," Viserys stood up with a smile. It was no surprise to anyone that the king was fond of his former good sister. Right from her birth, the Arryn Lady had been close to the king and his rebellious brother.
"It is much too my delight to join you in celebrating the Realm's Delight's marriage, Your Grace," (Y/N) said softly, her eyes kind yet a thin mask of caution remained. It had been quite some times since (Y/N) visited the place.
"Hope you enjoy the feast," the king said kindly, sitting down once again. The dancing resumed but this time, it wasn't Laena dancing in Daemon's arms but his old love. Sly smirks and non-verbal conversations exchanged amid the buzzing laughter of all the noble people.
"It's been long, sister," Daemon whispered in her ear, his hand discreetly grazing the curve of her back. "Indeed, brother," she whispered against the smooth skin of his neck.
A low groan bubbled in Daemon's throat. His hands grabbed her neck, bringing her closer to him as everyone danced around them. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the parting of her lips as a small whine of his name escaped; disappearing into the loud atmosphere as a small breeze on a winter day.
"Say it," he hissed, his eyes resembling a predator's, ready to pounce. "Mazverdagon nyke aōhon," (Make me yours) (Y/N) whispered, making Daemon smirk. One of his hands moved down to tangle around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
"Skorkydoso?" (How?) Daemon asked teasingly, his tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips. "Mazverdagon nyke aōha ābrazȳrys. Tepagon nyke aōha riña, Daemon," (Make me your wife. Give me your child, Daemon) she replied back, her lips way too close to his to deem appropriate.
Daemon smirked, his hands grabbed hers, making his way to his chambers. His eyes darkening with passion. His mind clouded with all the pleasures to come.
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The winds were a bit too wild in Driftmark but it was no issue to the huge dragons of the Targaryens of Dragonstone. The red and bronze dragons descended down the skies followed by two more dark dragons. While one was a full grown, coal black, the other was yet not a fully-grown one.
Vermithor growled loudly, making the guards straighten up as the Targaryens of the Red Keep stayed firmly on the ground, watching as the dragon-riders stepped down from their mounts.
Daemon was the first one to step down, walking to Vermithor to help his sister-wife down. A crimson red blanket wrapped around their youngest, a daughter. (Y/N) smiled as Daemon carefully took Daenys from her, cooing at her softly.
Daemon looked up to find his eldest daughter and son walking towards them, head held high as they both smiled at their parents. Visenys looked like her father, carrying his character traits as well while Aelar had took after her mother, while adopting a few things of his father.
"Brother, sister," came the fragile and weak voice of the king. Daemon and his wife turned, a smile on their faces as they moved to greet the rest of the family, their children on their toes. "Your Grace," Daemon and his son bowed while the ladies dipped into a curtsey.
"Look at you both," Viserys chuckled, the side of his eyes crinkling. Daemon moved closer to his brother, letting him look at the little Targaryen, who was no more than three summers old. "She is beautiful," Viserys said with a smile, placing a caressing hand on the baby's head whose was sleeping peacefully in her father's arms.
"Aemma," (Y/N) said, offering her good brother a smile. Viserys felt his eyes fill with tears at the name, as he smiled at the baby. "Alicent," (Y/N) greeted the Queen, who was until now, standing quietly with her kids. The Hightower Queen smiled, "Lady (Y/N)."
The Targaryen Lady found her eyes drifting away to the heir of the throne, Princess Rhaenyra, who stood by Laenor and her kids. While (Y/N) had heard the whispered rumors about the offspring of the princess, she didn't expected it to be true; but to find them gazing at her in reality, (Y/N) now made sense of the rumors.
"Princess Rhaenyra," she said with a smile. "Lady (Y/N)," the Princess replied with gritted teeth, her eyes burning holes at her as she looked at how she had turned Daemon into a soft and dotting father; a stark opposite of the man she knew him to be.
Rhaenyra could feel herself becoming jealous of her aunt. A nagging in the back of her mind as she watched Daemon place a loving kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead as she laughed at something her father had said. Their son and daughter standing beside them with a smile.
A plan formulated in Rhaenyra's mind as she silently watched the small family interacting with the king and her half-siblings. A sly smirk finding its place on her lips as she thought of what she needed to do.
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Daemon stood against a dusted table, trying to find something interesting, while Rhaenyra spoke about something he didn't care about. He discreetly looked at her and thought of possible reasons as to why he was attracted to her at the first place.
Perhaps it was his want for the throne which made him crave her, or perhaps it was his somewhat rebellious nature which matched Daemon's. Or just frustration towards his brother.
"Are you listening to what I speak of, uncle?" Rhaenyra asked, sighing as she watched Daemon look up with raised eyebrows and bored look. "The Greens are against me and my children. Alicent and Otto will do anything under the sun to harm us. We need you. I need you."
Daemon scowled, glaring at his niece as she moved to caress Daemon's cheek with her hand. "Please, Daemon. I want you," Rhaenyra whispered, her lips near his neck. "Step aside," Daemon pushed Rhaenyra back softly. "I must warn you beforehand, Rhaenyra, if you dare come near me again, or attempt to get closer to me; I will have Caraxes eat you right in front of that lover of yours."
Letting the threat hang in the air, Daemon turned and went straight towards his wife who stood conversing with Rhaenys. "My love," he kissed her cheek from behind, letting his hand wrap around her waist. "Daemon," (Y/N) smiled, leaning into him.
"I will leave you two alone," Rhaenys said, excusing herself from the couple who gazed lovingly at their kids. "Visenys looks happy here," Daemon commented. Visenys was busy doing something in sand with Aemond, giggling like a child she is.
"They look happy," (Y/N) commented, looking at Daemon who frowned at her words. "He can have her after... 60 summers? Yes," Daemon grumbled, making (Y/N).
(Y/N) leaned into Daemon's chest, smiling dreamily as she looked at her happy family.
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misspearly1 · 1 year
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Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur
Secret Santa Event by @pedrostories
My giftee: @taro-666
Pairing: Din D'jarin x F!Medic!Reader (use of Y/N).
Summary: Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?
WC: 8k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Fic is set in season one, between episode one to three. Slight changes in the storyline from the TV show. Cursing. Use of Mando'a (with translations). Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Violence and Injury. Angst with a happy ending. Smut. Mentions of wet dreams. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink. Fluff.
AN: Taro! Omg, I've been so excited to share this story with you and to finally come off anon. Hey friend! 👋 I hope you enjoy the read, my love ❤️.
@supernaturalgirl20 Thank you so much for the beta, beautiful! You're a star 🥰.
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There aren’t a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic; you’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much. Having said that, it’s almost as if you’ve grown used to the mayhem that comes with treating the sick and the wounded because of your line of work.
For instance, it doesn’t surprise you anymore when your boss requires your medical assistance considering he is actually in need of your assistance quite often, and it’s the very reason he hired you in the first place. 
The Mandalorian is your boss, or Mando as he is known to some, and his involvement in the bounty hunting business was never in your interest at first - your a healer, not a fighter - but where there is a fight, there is almost always a need for someone to be patched up afterwards. 
There’s never a dull moment working with the Mandalorian, his daily life is mayhem, more so in the last several weeks since his workload has been busier than usual and seeing that you’ve already adapted to the chaos around treating the sick and wounded, especially on war-torn planets, you quickly adopted his chaotic lifestyle as well.
There wasn’t much difference truthfully, only that you were treating one patient instead of several a day, and rather than coming to you for medical treatment, Mando offered you to move into his ship as an alternative. You didn’t oppose the idea and accepted his offer, not only because the pay is better, but the company is welcome too.
As well as this, you didn’t mind moving into Mando’s ship because he used to visit you regularly for medical attention back on Nevarro. That's where The Bounty Hunter’s Guild is situated, it’s their home base, and although you only stayed in the city for seven months, you didn’t particularly enjoy your time on the volcanic planet. It’s a world of black sand, rocky terrain, and rivers flowing with lava instead of water.  
While it was beautiful to gaze upon at night, it was also deadly as the Reptavion's used the darkness to their advantage, hunting anything it could carry before taking flight. Nevarro provided work opportunities and credits, but it wasn’t a place to call home.
However, the volcanic planet is where you met Mando for the very first time. During the months you were staying in the city, you were working in a small medical clinic, and there were plenty more suitable facilities for the man to visit, but he chose your place of work instead.
At first, you assumed it was for discretion as the clinic's unspoken rule was ‘ask no question, hear no lies’, but sometimes he would come to see you with minor injuries that could be treated by his own hands, thus leading you to believe that he was interested in more than just your help. Besides, you enjoyed the man's company when he would come to visit you. He wasn’t much of a talker back then, but as time passed, he gradually opened up.
Moving into the man's ship brought you closer to each other. You became his partner more than his employee, and you love your job because it simply doesn’t feel like a job. It feels like you're working with a trusted friend, sharing the riches and helping each other out.
Whether or not he was actually in need of your service back on Nevarro doesn’t matter. What matters is that he saw an opportunity with your skills and presented a deal to make your working life better - which it has.
Ever since you moved in with him, your life has become better in so many ways; you now have a place to call home, and you have a friend you can rely on without the niggling doubt of betrayal in the back of your mind. 
Since you were always on the move before, you adopted a cautious nature with everyone regarding every little detail in your life. You never did fully trust people, but you do with Mando. Things are different with him, and one of the many reasons why it's different with him is because you know the man underneath the beskar. 
Many people have heard of Mando. They’ve heard the stories about his reputation in the Bounty Hunters Guild, about how he is the best in the parsec, but his past and identity remain a mystery. Even to you, to some extent, but you’ve heard the stories too, heard ‘warrior’ in the whispers and it’s true. He is a fine warrior, one that fights with grace and loyalty to the cause. His cause; his culture and his religion - the way of Mandalore. 
While many call him Mando, or the Mandalorian in the Guild, you know him as Din D’jarin. You have not yet had the pleasure to see his identity, but hopefully one day you will have that pleasure and the honour. These are just some of the many reasons why you love your job, but to put it simply; it’s because of Din. 
Since there aren’t a lot of things that surprise you anymore in your line of work and partnership with the man, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing that surprises you. Take these last few days for example, it started off with the same regular chaos, but eventually became something you’re not familiar with. 
The loading bay of the Razor Crest is almost packed full of quarries, frozen solid in the carbonite blocks with one more space remaining for the Mythrol. You helped Din as far as your abilities could, and since the tracking fob for the Mythrol led him to a public house on the icy planet, Pagadon, you stayed back on the ship and waited for his return. 
And of course, it came as no shock when Din returned with the Mythrol, thankfully without any injuries, but the blue-skinned man tried to pull a fast one. However, it wasn’t fast enough as the Mandalorian was two steps ahead of the trickery. He always is.
Still, just like the normalities in the bounty hunting life, you made your way back to Nevarro and met with Greef Karga in the cantina to offload the carbonite blocks, receive your payments and gather more tracking fobs leading to more quarries.
The surprise began when the words ‘off the books’ were uttered by Greef himself and from the moment Din took his next job, you had mixed feelings. There was no chain code on the quarry, all you had was their age. Then, Din wouldn’t allow you to accompany him when meeting the client and the very fact he was protective of you in that sense, made you worry about their business. 
In the Guild, it’s common knowledge that you don’t ask questions about the criminals you hunt. You just get the job done and let the proper authorities serve justice, but something was gnawing at your gut. As the day went on and the chaos continued, the doubts slowly began to fade as you settled back into normality. 
The tracking fob led you to a desert planet, Arvala-7, where you met with a kind man named Kuiil working on a moisture farm. It was especially fun watching Din trying to mount the Blurrg and learn to ride them, but you, too, had to learn in order to join his travels to the Nikto Hideout - where the quarry was. 
By the afternoon, you and Din had mastered the art of riding the creatures and you set off to capture the quarry. Just like any other day in the bounty hunting life, there was nothing surprising or out of the ordinary. You worked together like you always do and after leaving you at a safe distance away from the hideout, Din moved forward on his own. 
As battle ensued, you watched from afar and used comms to help the man out. He fought magnificently. More often than not, his skills leave you awestruck. Mesmerized. You prepared yourself and stocked up on the medical supplies before leaving the moisture farm earlier, but remained hopeful that there wasn’t a need for them. 
When the fight was over, the enemy threats were eliminated and Din was unharmed, you made your way to him and entered the hideout together to find the quarry, but when you first laid your eyes on the target, that unsettled feeling returned to your gut. It was an infant baby, a little green baby with big ears and the cutest eyes you’ve ever seen. 
Although you remembered that you don’t ask questions in the Guild about the quarries, you couldn’t help wondering, and worrying, about what the client wants with the child. It couldn’t be anything good if Din didn’t want you present in the meeting with them on Nevarro.
You had many doubts and suspicions, so many that you couldn’t find a single rational explanation as to why a baby had a bounty on its head. Naturally, you asked Din all of the questions you had, but he didn’t have any answers.
Now, as you both make your way back to the Razor Crest with the baby through the mountainous canyons of Arvala-7, you still can’t shake off the nerves around this whole ordeal. Din is many things; a fine warrior in battle, a man of few words, emotionally shielded and well guarded, cold and merciless to those who threaten his safety, or yours, but careless? No, never.
The man isn’t careless. He cares greatly, and deeply, and he, too, knows that something is off about this job. You’ve known Din D’jarin for the last two years and you can sense when the man is nervous. He’s quiet, too quiet, and you don’t like when his mind is on overdrive because if he is worried about this job, then you should be fearful. 
“Alright. What is it?” You finally break the silence to ask, eager to make sense of his sudden edgy state of mind. Halting your walk and turning to face him, you perch both hands to your hips and tilt your head to the side in question, adding emphasis to your desire for answers. 
The baby situated in his floating pod remains close by, right between you and Din as a matter of fact, and he looks up at you both with curiosity. You fight the urge to look at him, to avoid his influence on you as a woman with maternal instincts. The little guy's presence has undoubtedly caused a heavy bout of uncertainty over your heads, a little rift between you and Mando. Not something of the bad kind, but something unfamiliar and foreign. He’s a child, just an innocent baby, so it’s a confusing and an extremely foreign feeling for you both to be transporting him like he’s just another quarry when he isn’t like any other quarry you’ve ever transported before. 
“Din, talk to me,” You shake your head now, frustration evident in your tone, “What is it? What’s got you nervous?” You ask again, although the answer is obvious. It’s because of the baby and all the questions he has for the client, but you want to hear him say it. 
To hear Din himself say that something isn’t right will validate your reasons to be worried, but you were met with silence yet again. The man wasn’t even paying attention to you, he was too focused on the little lizards scurrying across the sand. “Mando.” Stepping forward and calling him the name that everyone else uses, that usually gets his attention, you open your mouth to speak but the words didn’t even make it past your lips as he shoved you back. 
You fell down and watched as he turned swiftly, gun in hand at the ready to shoot, but a blade whacked it out of his grasp, a blade wielded by a Trandoshan. You and Din both lock onto the tracking fob on his hip, the flashing red dot and audible beep familiar, before he then shoves the floating pod away, keeping the baby out of harm's reach. There’s more than one tracking fob, therefore there’s more bounty hunters looking for the child. Bounty Hunters who are careless and don’t ask questions. 
Neither one of you can allow the baby to leave your sight or allow him to fall into the wrong hands, thus causing your legs to act before your mind can think. You quickly rise from the floor and move in to help Din wherever you can. He smites the Trandoshan and they tumble to the floor. Then, he takes the blade from him, before turning around to throw it toward you.
“Stay with the baby.” He orders firmly, and you listen to his instructions. Trusting his fighting skills better than your own, you take a few steps back and give him the space he needs to wield his weapons without hurting you. 
However, another Trandoshan jumps out of cover. “Behind you!” You yell, giving Din a heads up just in time to evade the direction of a blade coming down in his path. The fight continues, and you take a few more steps back to look up, checking the surroundings to ensure there aren’t any more hunters hiding in the shadows. But there was. “Another one, on your left.” You call out. Again just in time as another Trandoshan jumps down from a ledge. 
With one enemy on the floor, but recovering quickly, the odds weren’t in Din’s favour. It wasn’t a fair fight, even though you’re pretty sure he can handle himself, you worry for his safety nonetheless. And although you're not a fighter, you’ll be damned if you don’t try to help even out the odds against him. 
After checking that the baby was safe in his pod, you move toward the closest Trandoshan and raise your weapon. His back was turned, giving you the upper hand to land a blow without deadly consequence. Using the blunt side of the blade, you struck the back of his legs, causing him to stumble forward just at the right time for Din to throw his arms out and punch him in the face, knocking him unconscious as he fell to the floor. 
Now that the odds were evened out, you watched Din’s movements with laser-like focus and only intervened when you saw the right moment. You were sure he could handle himself, and you were right, but the element of surprise was the only advantage the Trandoshans had over him in the beginning. He fought the remaining two easily, eventually leaving all three unconscious and regretful for ever trying to take on a skilled Mandalorian. 
He turns to you, nodding appreciatively. “Good moves there, mesh’la - thank you.” 
“Don’t mention it,” You shake your head, “You did all the heavy lifting. I was just lending a hand.” You mumble with a sheepish grin on your lips. 
“But I know how you don’t like to fight,” He argues gently with a slight chuckle in his modulated voice. “You fought with me. Accept my gratitude, sweet girl.” 
“Ok, ok - you’re welcome, Din.” Your smile deepens with flattery as he stands before you with what you can only describe as pride. It was the way he looked at you; his helmet slightly tilted to the side, displaying the reflection of your own face, and his hands resting on his hips with a puffed out chest. 
Since you can’t see the man's facial expression, all you’re left with his body language and tone of voice to understand how he feels. And right now, you not only feel a sense of pride from him, but a flicker of attraction too. It’s in the air. The chemistry, the spark, it’s surrounding you both, and it’s something you feel quite often, but never have the courage to act on. 
You’re almost certain that the friendship between you and Din means something more, or at least, it’s heading towards something more. But the intimate moments you share with each other, brief moments like this, make you wonder why he doesn’t make a move.
You don’t even have to see the man's face to know that he’s eyeing you up and down. Upon feeling him lean in, something you’ve felt him do many times before, you muster up the courage to lean in as well.
However, the confidence escapes him at the last second and he pulls back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “We should leave now, mesh’la,” He says, breaking the silence and just like that, the moment is over. “ We need to get back on track and complete the job.”
What? You ask yourself as your mouth falls open and your eyes widen, exhibiting your shock and disbelief. After everything that has happened today, especially after a brawl against three Trandoshans, you're shocked that he is still going to hand the baby over to the client. Din picked up on your reaction instantly and straightened his back, as if preparing himself for a dispute. 
“Excuse me?” You scoff, your cheeks burning up again for an entirely different reason now. It wasn’t flattery, or attraction, it was anger. “Din, you can’t be serious. We can’t hand the baby over to the client. Especially now that we know other hunters are after him too-” You walk over to one of the Trandoshans laying on the ground and retrieve their tracking fob before presenting it to him, “-The client gave you the job, but handed out more fobs? It doesn't feel right and you know it.” 
“Cyar’ika, please don’t do this.” He sighs while running his gloved hand over the scruff of his neck, the pleadings in his voice for you to not argue about this falling on deaf ears. You are most certainly going to argue about this with him. You cross your arms and shake your head, like you had already settled the argument without even uttering another word. But, the dispute was nowhere near settled. “Need I remind you of the code in the Guild?” He asks with a bite to his tone of voice, “If you don’t like this job, I’ll finish this one on my own.” 
“On your own?” You laugh humourlessly while waving the tracking fob. “Good luck with that when the whole Guild could have these! What happens if you get hurt? What then?” Biting back with your own set of questions, you watch as the man huffs a short breath and turns away from you, evidently maddened with your bickering.  “Don’t turn away. Answer me -” You give him a second to answer, but grow impatient as you're met with a lengthy silence once again. “- What happens if you get hurt, Mando? You can’t do this alone.” 
Din turns to you now and stands close, his voice raised to a level that hurts. “I was doing just fine on my own two years ago, Y/N.” Turning away again, as if he couldn’t stand another second looking at you or spend any more time arguing, it didn’t matter anyways as you had ultimately lost the dispute. You give him another second, another chance to make things right and take back what he said, but he doesn’t turn around or mutter a single word. 
“Okay then,” You mumble, lowering your head, “Am I just the medic? Is that all I am to you?” You ask, and still, the man doesn’t turn to face you or answer your question. The silence spoke for him and that was all you needed to know before turning around to walk away. You gave him plenty of chances to fix his mistake, but only until your back was turned did he try. 
“Cyar'ika.” He calls out for you, finally coming to his senses, but it wasn’t quick enough as you didn’t respond to him. You made your way towards the baby and the sound of your muffled cries made his head hang low with shame. No matter how quiet you tried to be, your cries were audible to his ears, enhanced by the mechanics in his helmet. 
Although you were quite visibly sad, he watched you put on a fake smile and talk to the baby like nothing was wrong. The warmness of your soul shone through the misery, causing the little guy to beam and babble baby nonsense. It was a sight so beautiful to witness, so beautiful that it was distracting. 
Din can’t allow himself to get too wrapped up in the emotions that the child brings. It’s conflicting, confusing and…  foreign. He’s never felt this way before. Never felt this way before with any woman around a child, but it’s different with you and it clouds his mind, throws him off balance and disrupts his focus so much that he doesn’t pay attention to what’s most important right now. Like the danger lingering in the immediate surroundings. 
“Y/N!” The man calls to you again, his voice was laden with urgency. “Behind you! Y/N - behind you.” Sprinting toward your position while swinging the strap of his amban rifle around his chest, Din takes aim at another Trandoshan and fires, obliterating the reptilian humanoid to a thousand dust particles. 
You fall down, your knees hitting the sandy terrain below as your pained cries penetrate the sound of his beating heart deafening his ears. You took a hit from the Trandoshan, his blade had cut through your clothes and marked your skin before he was blasted into organic matter. 
“Mesh’la.” He choked. Rushing over and kneeling on the ground behind you, he reaches out to hold your arms. The injury you sustained was across your back, diagonally, at least three inches long and almost half an inch deep. A clean cut, but angry red and weeping with blood. “Easy now, sweet girl. You’re bleeding, just take it easy.” He reassures you with a slight tremble in his tone, his worry for your well-being perceivable. 
“The disinfectant,” You hissed in reply whilst shaking your head, “Get the disinfectant. It’s in my satchel, Mando.” Gently removing your satchel over your shoulder, he places the bag onto the floor and opens it up to search through your medical supplies. Supplies that are normally used for him. There’s irony in the fact you became a medic to treat others, not yourself, and the man despises that his involvement in the bounty hunting business has caused you harm. 
And although he is helping to the best of his knowledge, you’re directing him on what to do. “Open the cap and pour a generous amount over the wound.” You explain, then grab his hand on your hip to hold onto for comfort. He begins to ask if you’re sure, but couldn’t even finish his sentence as your sobbing plea cut him off. “Yes-yes! Just get it over with. Please, Din.” 
Listening to your instructions, he held his breath and prepared himself as he began dousing your back with disinfectant. You bawled with agony, your back arching away from him naturally with the instinct to stop the pain, but to his regret, he pulled you towards him and continued to pour. He clenches his jaw as you cry, his fingers almost turning blue from the force of your grip on his hand. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes, to which you don’t accept and stutter in reply. “This isn’t y-your fault.” 
Releasing your hand to place his thumb and forefinger on your chin, he tilts your head to look at him before leaning in. “I’m sorry, Y/N - for this, for yelling at you, for saying that I was doing just fine two years ago and… and you’re not just a medic.”  He rests his helmet against your head and whispers, though his voice breaks with remorse. “You’re so much more than that, mesh’la. You mean so much to me.” 
“Din, I-” You open your mouth to object, but he cuts you off by holding his thumb over your lips while shushing you. “Don’t speak and conserve your energy, we’ll talk about it later. Just let me take care of you first.” He says. 
“No, Din…” You sigh, eyes blinking slowly while slurring your words. “I was going… going to say that I… I can’t keep my eyes… I don't feel good…”  Your body becomes limp as you fall into his arms. Your vision darkens quickly, and the last thing you saw before everything went black was the baby's eyes looking at you as he peaks over the pod.
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The next time you awoke, it was a brief moment of consciousness. The familiar sound of Din’s amban rifle could be heard as he fired off multiple rounds and your eyes glimmered open to see his legs, the bandolier of cartridges wrapped around his calf. You saw his gloved hand reaching for ammunition to load into his weapon and worried as to why he needed them. 
“It’s ok. Everything is ok,” he says upon noticing you were awake and were fighting to keep your eyes open. “We’re safe here. Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.” 
Eyes closing once again, you couldn’t keep them open no matter how hard you tried to, and his voice soon faded as you slipped into a deep slumber. The silence took over and, oddly, it felt comforting. Although it only felt like minutes had passed, you knew it must have been longer as your surroundings were different. 
There was no longer a warm breeze, but the cold presence of steel pressing into your side, and beneath you, it felt spongy and soft, thus indicating you were laying on a bed. The unmistakable sound of Kuiil’s voice could be heard in the distance as he makes the baby laugh and you open your eyes to confirm your assumptions on your whereabouts, but are met with locks of brown hair instead. 
It’s Din. He’s the cold presence of steel pressing into your side as he sat on the edge of the bed and it’s his hair that you were currently staring at with wide eyes. His back was turned, but you could still see the back of his head and instantly shut your eyes, fearing that if you spent one more second looking, you wouldn’t be able to turn away. 
“Mando,” You whisper immediately, panicking, then feel him moving around. “Mando, why don’t you have your helmet on? Stars! I could have seen your face.”
You begin to shift your position to turn away from him, but are reminded of the wound on your back. The pain struck you suddenly and harshly, causing Din’s hands to dart out to cover your eyes just in time as you opened them with instinct. He was gentle but quick. “It’s ok, mesh’la. You can’t see, it’s ok.” He reassures you through the strained whimpers slipping past your lips. 
“Where is your helmet?” You ask, getting your teeth. You close your eyes again once the surge of pain passes over and the soothing properties of bacta gel takes over. You can feel the substance on your back, feel the stuff working to heal your injury. “My eyes are closed now. It’s safe but… Shit, Din. I saw your hair.” You say apologetically. 
“It’s fine, sweet girl.” He chuckles softly, the sound making your mouth fall open with shock as you retort. “It’s not funny. I’m not allowed to see you - or your hair! What… W-what happens now?” You ask, to which he laughs again and startles you unintentionally when reaching out to cup your cheek. You weren’t expecting to feel his gloved fingers on your skin, but you quickly leaned into his touch as his gesture brought consolation. 
“Look at me,” He requests, “It's safe to look, I promise.” 
Rolling your eyes behind closed lids, you make a surprised sound when he caresses your cheek with his thumb. Again, you weren’t expecting the comforting gesture, but deeply appreciated it. And whether or not it was the bacta gel or Din easing the discomfort in your back, you chose to believe it was the latter.
A short moment passes before you finally open your eyes and find relief in the T shape of his helmet. Although you would love nothing more than to see his identity, the face of his helmet is what you know, it’s home. Your face softens as you relax into the palm of his hand, but the importance and worry around your question still lingers, thus causing you to ask again. “What happens now? I thought I wasn’t allowed to see you without the helmet, doesn’t that also mean I can’t see your hair?” 
“You didn’t see my face, nor did you remove my helmet, mesh’la,” He shakes his head, his voice soft like honey, “It’s okay and besides-” He turns his head, displaying the brown locks of his hair at the base of his neck, “-You can see my hair with the helmet on.” 
“Oh,” You whisper with intrigue, “Surprised I didn’t notice sooner, but your hair is…” Lifting your hand with a desire to touch his hair, you back out at the last second and retract your arm, but Din felt your movements and quickly assured. “Go ahead. I trust you.” 
You reach out again and caress the base of his neck, your fingertips massaging his scalp which draws out the heaviest sounding exhale you’ve ever heard from him; a sigh of relief, filled with endearment and relaxation. It was a gratifying feeling, seeing and hearing the man lean into your touch without fear of betrayal in this moment of vulnerability. Din is vulnerable at this moment, his guard is down and just the mere thought of removing his helmet sickens you. It never crosses your mind. 
“Your hair is beautiful, Din.” You murmur sweetly, a smile on your lips displaying your satisfaction and joy from something so simple. The action of touching his hair which you’d love to do again, to feel him melt in your arms like soft putty and feel a sense of home from your touch, like you feel a sense of home when looking into the T-shape of his visor. 
You gently squeeze the base of his neck, a way of reassuring him, before pulling your hand back, however, it was apparent that he wanted more as he sharply held your wrist and directed your hand back to his hair. “Please?” He asks in a whispered breath, hopeful and optimistic, desperate. “Keep playing with my hair, ner cyar’ika.” 
You laugh, a mixture of surprise and confusion obvious in your tone. The difference in his pet name for you was confusing, and his request for you to continue playing with his hair was surprising. Though, you granted his request gladly and began playing with his hair. “What does cyar’ika mean anyway?” You ask, tilting your head with interest while wondering what faces he was making under the helmet from your massaging movements. “Is there a difference when you say ner cyar’ika?”
“Yes.” He groans in reply, the sound drawing out another laugh from your lips as your smile deepens. You open your mouth to ask another question, until he turns his head to face you and leans across your body. The pause in his manoeuvre speaks of hesitancy, unsure on whether or not you were comfortable with what was about to do. 
The question you had vanishes from your mind as you nod to the man, nodding with confirmation for him to lay down and rest his head in your arms. The bed in which you lay on didn’t feel small until Mando lay on it with you. Not that you minded anyway, but it really detailed the size and stature of the man, especially the broad expanse of his chest and back. 
He raised both hands to his helmet, and before he could even ask, you closed your eyes with baited breath as he removed it to optimize the comfiest position. The position he chose however, was burying his face between your neck and shoulder. You didn't release the breath you were holding, it was snatched from your lungs.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought this day would come, but doubt is what kept it at the back of your mind. You never entertained the idea of laying in bed with Mando too much as it felt like a pipe dream to have the man in your arms like this, and now that you do, it feels better than you ever could have imagined.
The pain in your back is practically non-existent now, almost as if you never even sustained an injury, and that’s because of his presence, his proximity and his comfort. It wasn’t a struggle to keep your eyes closed as you basked in the sensation of him carefully laying his weight over you like this.
Something else you’ve also thought about in the past, but tried not to think about too much, is Din laying over you for an entirely different reason. And perhaps it’s because of the level of intimacy in this position that brings those thoughts back to the surface, or maybe it was the electrifying feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. 
The man wasn’t exactly kissing you per se, but the bare contact of his lips placed against your neck like this felt like a kiss. Besides, the vest shirt that you wore left a lot of skin on your chest on display, thus providing Din, and yourself, to relish in skin-to-skin contact.
You could feel his beard, it was a light amount of hair, grazing against you with every little movement of his head. Soon, though, all of those little movements from Din became obvious that he was uncomfortable, as if he kept moving slightly to adjust his comfort.
“Want me to stop?” You ask, wondering if he has had enough of you playing with his hair, but to your delight, he shook his head as he inhaled deeply. He smiles against your skin, thus piquing your interest. “What? What is it?” You laugh bashfully. 
“You smell good, ner cyar’ika.” He replies, nestling his nose into your neck to inhale the natural scent of you. The smile on your face is yet to fade, his actions are what keeps your lips turned upwards, that was until you felt something wet dart onto your skin. It was brief, too brief, but you felt it nonetheless.
It was Din’s tongue, and your smile disappears as you bite your lip, leaving a hankering desire to feel it again. Your skin heats up beneath him as you entertain those thoughts about him lying over you like this for a different reason. You think about how you’ve yearned for his gloved fingers to touch other areas of your body, and as well as wondering about his identity, you’ve also wondered what he looks like nude. A mind is an imaginative place, and you’ve imagined him naked more than once. You sigh softly with the ache between your legs, wishing Din to be the one who eases it. 
“Mesh’la,” He mumbles, grabbing your attention, and when you hum in reply to him, he asks: “Is everything ok? Your heart is racing -” Your eyes spring open with worry, feeling like he could see your dirty thoughts, thus causing your heart to pound harder,  “- Hey, hey, relax. I can move, am I making you uncomfortable?” He asks, blaming himself for your panic. Although he is to blame, it’s not for the reason he thinks. 
“No, it’s just…” You falter with finding the right words, but the patience to wait for him any longer escapes you. “It’s just that I felt your tongue on my neck and if… Stars, this is going to be embarrassing if I’m wrong… and if you did it purposely, then I want to feel it again, but…” You gulp, gathering your courage to admit your feelings, “...But if it was just a mistake, then I think that we should maybe stop what we’re doing because I’m attracted to you Din.” 
“You are?” He asks, to which you reply firmly. “Yes. Yes, I am.” 
“So…” He smiles, “You like this?” He asks before placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue darting out onto your skin again, thus eliciting you to sigh breathily. “Y-yes. Yes, I like that.” Your eyes close naturally as he plants another kiss on your skin, still with a smile on his lips, as he begins to pant. “I’m attracted to you too. Have been for a long time, ner cyar’ika.” 
“Oh, Din.” You moan. With arousal and relief, his admission makes you moan, the sound acting as a catalyst as he moves down your body, his head disappearing under the covers eagerly to hear you moan again. “Are you able to lay on your back?” You hear him ask, though his voice was muffled, you heard him clearly and nod frantically with excitement.
Shifting your position to accommodate him, you couldn’t feel the pain in your back anymore and slipped your hands beneath the covers, your fingers finding his hair with ease. “It’s ok, I’m comfortable lying like this.” You say while focusing on his every move with anticipation. You could feel his breath fanning across your lower stomach, his fingers hooked inside the waistband of your pants as he leans in to place another kiss on your skin. 
You lift your hips up with a silent request, one that he understood without a need for words, and begins pulling your pants down, along with your underwear. He leans in and presses his lips to your inner thigh, nipping a path toward your sex. You unintentionally begin gripping his hair by the handfuls, evidently desperate to feel his tongue delve into your slick folds. The man doesn’t waste time and gives in to his own desperation. 
“Din!” You whine upon feeling the tip of his tongue meet your clit. He teases you at first, moving his tongue in a circular motion with a feather-light touch, the action making your hips lift off the bed to search for more. You feel him smiling against your inner thigh, clearly satisfied with your reactions, before he closes his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks gently.
You let go of his hair to hold the back of your palm over your mouth, quieting your mewls of pleasure to a respectable level. Considering all the noises Din himself is making was driving you feral, it was a struggle to try and keep quiet. He sounded hungry, like a man starved for a taste of your sweetness right from the source, as if he had dreamed of this moment and was making the most of it now that it’s a reality.
Your hands abandoned his hair to grip handfuls of the bed sheets instead, your back arching as you tilt your head to the side and bury your face into the pillow. Your orgasm crept up on you, started off with a happy cramp in your stomach but quickly became bliss as he eased a finger inside your entrance, soothing the ache in your velvety walls. Din grunted heavily, needily, as he drank your desire.
He continued to flick his tongue against your clit while angling his finger into a come hither motion, caressing that sweet spot deep inside. The stars behind your eyes and the goosebumps rippling across your body never felt so good before, especially from the simple act of receiving oral. It’s been a while, a long while, since you’ve last felt the pleasurable touch of your own hands, let alone a man's pair of hands.
You needed this, needed to release all your pent up sexual energy, though it only made you insatiable for more. “Din,” You call to him, calling on his help to your frustrations, “Din, I need you.” 
Suddenly, his hand emerges from the quilt, “Here,” he says, handing you a blindfold. “Put this on for me, sweet girl.” He asks, to which you oblige and pull the item over your eyes hastily. “Ready - now get up here, I need to feel you.” 
Moving up your body without having to tell him twice, he travels slowly and plants kisses on your skin along the way, his smile never fading as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. “Gar’re bid mesh’la… (you’re so beautiful).” He growls wantonly, “...Bid, bid mesh’la (so, so beautiful).”
“I’m not sure what that means,” You giggle, the smile on your lips as wide as ever, “But I like the way you say it.” You reach out carefully in search of his face, to which he helps by directing your hands, and once you feel him, you gasp. “Stars! You’re so beautiful,” you whisper in awe as you trace the outline of his facial features, “Your lips… your cheekbones… nose… jawline… everything about you is beautiful, Din.” 
“Thank you, sweet girl.” He breathes, eyes closing to relish in the soft touch of your palms cupping his cheeks. “I’ll teach you Mando’a and soon you will understand everything I say, but I said you were beautiful too. So beautiful.” He explains, causing your cheeks to burn once again with flattery as you pull him closer. His lips press against yours with a bruising kiss, and you couldn’t help but moan because of the raw passion and loving desire to finally feel what you’ve yearned for. 
Although there was a hint of desperation in his bid to remove your clothes, Din was gentle with his movements, gentle and respectful. You helped remove his clothes too, and with each inch of skin revealed, you marvelled at the bare touch of him pressing against you. You’ve seen areas of the man's skin before when taking care of his injuries, but never fully seen him naked. 
Using your sense of touch to see, you feel his body and drag your fingers along his chest, feeling the brute strength that he holds. The strength of a warrior. Between your legs, you feel his member pressing against your cunt and it was an impressive size. Aching to be buried in your warm. His breath bellowing across your face, hot and heavy, laden with the same sound of relief from earlier when you played with his hair as you admire his body now. 
“Cyar’ika.” He groans. Placing his hands beside your head, you feel his body shudder with need, his hips rolling forward ever so slightly to ease the throb that burdens his cock. You slip your hands around the base of his neck, pulling him in to close the gap and kissing his lips whilst parting your legs. As he lines himself up at your entrance, your hands fall to his biceps, holding him tightly as you prepare from the breach. 
“Nngh,” you break off to moan, deeply and satisfyingly, “Fuck, Din! Keep going.” You lift your head off the pillow to kiss him again, letting him swallow all the little pretty noises you were making as he carefully buried himself to the hilt. Your walls opened up with ease, stretching to accommodate his size. “It’s ok,” You say, pleading for him to move. “I’m ok.” 
“Are you sure, mesh’la?” He asks, to which you nod in reply. “Waited so long for this,” pulling his hips back slowly, he grabs onto your thigh for leverage before burying himself into your cunt again. “Dank Farrik!” He grunts across your face, “So warm and tight. Better than I imagined, sweet girl.” 
The sound of his filthy words made you mewl, having never heard the man speak this way before, you were surprised, yet growing more aroused and confident to be honest with him. “I used to think… Shit!” You stutter as he grinds into you, drawing out a moan from your lips, “...I used to think about this. In the night, while you were sleeping in your bunk, I’d think about you making love to me.” You admit. 
“Oh fuck.” Din gasps. Picking up his pace while resting his forehead against yours, his moans broken and breathless, his cock reaches a new depth inside your cunt, hitting that sweet spot inside over and over again. “I’m so relieved to hear you say that,” he says, “I took myself in hand many nights thinking about you."  
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You quickly warn upon feeling the peak of your climax racing toward you. “I’m close. Stars! I’m so close. Keep talking to me.” You cry, feeling yourself on the verge of tearing up from the intensity of your pleasure, but the sound of his voice keeps you tethered to the moment, preventing you from floating up to cloud nine. 
“I would dream about you often,” He groans while holding the base of your neck, his thumbs dragging across your skin reassuringly, “Wet dreams, mesh’la. I felt so ashamed, but… Fuck, they felt so good. Dreaming about you in my sleep felt so good.” 
“More… Tell me more.” You hiss. Wrapping your legs around his back and locking your ankles together, you feel his hips falter as he moans through gritted teeth. “Your pussy, nngh! I’d dream about your pussy wrapped around me, taking my load, mesh’la. Again and again until you couldn’t hold any more and it dripped out of you. Fuck! I’m gonna… Shit, Y/N, I’m coming-” He cuts himself off with a needy whine, throwing his head back with bliss as he feels you clenching around him. 
“I-Inside,” You begged him, “Please, Din. Come inside of me.” The man couldn’t stop himself even if he tried to. You felt him reach climax, the warmth of his release spreading inside of you, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if milking him of everything he could give. “Mando. Fuuck, Mando!” You mewled directly into his ear, your eyes screwed shut behind the blindfold as his orgasm pushed you over the edge. 
White static casted over your eyes as your ears ring loudly, your heart thrums in your chest as nothing but pleasure courses through your veins. You unintentionally dig your nails into his back, clawing at his skin as he reverts to a slow grind into your cunt, the movements pleasuring your clit and prolonging the ecstasy of your high. “That’s it, sweet girl. There you go.” He praises you through it as he comes down from his orgasm, the sound of his voice overstimulating. 
Resting your head back against the pillow as you come down, breathing heavily, he plants loving kisses along your jawline and neck. “So pretty like this.” He whispers sweetly, his voice heavy with satisfaction as your hands find his face again. “Are you okay?” He asks. 
“How…” Your voice croaks, “How do you say happy in Mando’a?” 
“Briikase,” He chuckles, to which you reply with a smile. “Well, I’m briikase right now. Really briikase.” 
“Me too, cyar’ika-” He pauses to brush the hair away from your face, correcting himself. “Ner cyar’ika baar’ur.” You open your mouth to ask another question, to ask what difference in his pet names mean, but he leans in to catch your lips in a fervent kiss instead. 
Din pulls back, looking to where your eyes would be behind the blindfold while caressing your cheek. “Ner cyar’ika baar’ur... my darling medic. Ni’m ori briikase as pirusti bal ni kar'taylir darasuum gar, mesh’la... I’m very happy as well and I love you, beautiful.” 
You make a surprised sound when hearing some familiar words in his language and learning what they mean, that he has said them before in the past. “I love you too, Din.” You say earnestly, the tears staining the fabric of his blindfold, which you now just realized that he’s kept in his pocket in hopes to use with you one day, like today. You not only became Din D’jarin’s medic, but you became his - his darling medic. 
There aren’t a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic, but that doesn’t mean nothing surprises you anymore. These last few days have been adventurous and emotional, foreign and unfamiliar, life-threatening and dangerous. It’s been life-changing for you and the Mandalorian, and it’s all because of a baby. The little guys presence not only sparked your maternal instincts, but the protective fatherly instincts within Din too. 
And, although neither of you know it now, the baby is only just the beginning of your treacherous journey across the stars in search of reuniting him with his people.
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Band AU: Hazbin Hotel
Because there's always a band AU.
-666 News Broadcast Theme Plays through the dive bar cafe from the small, flickering TV in the corner-
Katie Killjoy: Breaking News in the Pop industry today! Our sunshine and rainbows, Mandy Moore wannabe, and Princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar, has come out with a new music video to help promote a brand new album that appears to have been conjured up seemingly overnight.
Angel: Hey, Vagina! (Elbows Vaggie) Ain't that your girl crush from the open band night down at Husk's Casino two months ago?
Vaggie: (chokes on her coffee) What?! Turn it up, Jackass!
Angel: (steals the remote from across the bartop and turns up the TV)
Tom Trench: And, boy howdy, this makeover is on par with most Disney child stars diving off the deep end!
Katie Killjoy: (spears a pen through Tom's hand) No one gives a shit Tom.
Tom Trench: MY HAND!!!
Katie Killjoy: Spectators and fans of our usually diabetically sweet princess feel that this sudden shift is caused by her breakup with Seviathan Von Eldritch just last month, ending the royal arranged engagement, after he mentioned how she refused to "put out" before marriage in an interview with Hell's High Class Weekly.
Vaggie: (bristles) The douchebag....
Katie Killjoy: Let's watch as our lovely princess makes her breakdown public.
-Screen shifts to Charlie holding a mic in one hand while picking a guitar in another, wearing 2000's Avril Lavigne glam rock attire (hot pink, baggy cargo pants, black leather studded belt, rainbow converse, black leather wrist bands, grey tank top with two black goats faced just the right way so their curved horns make a heart and tied together with a rainbow knot, and a black and red stripped tie) Razzle and Dazzle are playing drums and bass-
Charlie: Don't you know that IIIIIIIII- (flips off the camera and sticks out her tongue while mouthing "Fuck you, Seviathan" as the song reaches its climax) I don't give a daaaaaaaamn about you!!! I won't give it up, not for you!!! I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy. A guy who thinks he's all that!
Vaggie: Whoa! (Big smiles like when Adam got stabbed) Get it, Charlie!
Katie Killjoy: (as the screen returns to normal) Other songs on the album include "Behind These Crimson Eyes", "The Dick Who Blocked His Own Shot", "Smack a Bitch", "Since U Been Gone", and the gay community's rabid favorite "Dear Vaggie"-
Angel: (sucking down his third popsicle for breakfast) What now?
Vaggie: WHAT?!?!?!?!
Katie Killjoy: -The obviously plagiarized parody of "Cool for the Summer" by Demi Lovato has unsubtle lesbian and bisexual overtones that specifically mentions Vaggie "the Steel Vagina". The lead singer and guitarist of the Power/Grunge Metal band, Fallen Angels
Angel: (wheezes as he laughs breathlessly and falls off his stool)
Vaggie: (steaming) Angel!!! ¡Eres un chupapollas, hijo de puta! Why would you tell the news that was my name?!
Angel: (ugly walrus gasps and giggles) Because it's better than I ever dreamed!!!!
Katie Killjoy: Fans of both artists are absolutely frothing at the mouth to see what Vaggie's response will be.
Tom Trench: Frothing at the mouth and other orifices, if you catch my drift. (Gets a pen slammed into his balls) GaaAhaHaaaaHaha!
Katie Killjoy: More on this story tonight at eleven.
Vaggie:
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Angel: Soooooo~ Whatcha wanna doooooo~?
Vaggie: We're going to Tune Town, getting a copy of that album-
Angel: Ooooooooh-hohohoooooh~ I can visit dat nice glory hole they got there.
Vaggie: -THEN!!! We are going back to the apartment and making a response single.
Angel: Do you know what you even want to put in it?
Vaggie: (slipping on her jacket) I'll figure it out after listening to the album!
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jadeysjasmine · 24 days
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Ghost Of You - Alexia Putellas x Reader
A/N: This is a repost. 666 words.
Tags: Angst
Summary: Based on ghost of you by 5 seconds of summer
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Here I am waking up, Still can't sleep on your side..
It had been three weeks since the worst day of your life, three weeks since alexia ditched you at the alter.
You had woken up exhausted with a pounding headache from crying yourself to sleep, it has almost became a routine.
Sleeping on the left side of the bed, your side, not daring to touch the other side, her side, hoping that this was some sick joke and you wake up wrapped in the arms of the love of your life but of course, you wake up alone.
Her side still smelled like her, like home.
There's your coffee cup, The lipstick stain fades with time..
When you drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, there's a mountain of dishes that you have no intention of doing, most of them you don't care about but there's one dish that you haven't even touched.
It was a coffee cup, alexia's cup, you remember it very well, she was due to go dress shopping with her mother and sister but before that she wanted to have breakfast with you.
She had previously gotten ready so her lipstick was smushed on the rim of the cup as you two were chatting away, totally losing track of time alexia was running late so with a kiss, she sat the cup beside the sink, vowing to clean it later.
If I can dream long enough, You'd tell me I'd be just fine..
You found yourself laying awake at night, unable to sleep. All you could do was think about alexia, wondering what when wrong? why did she leave you? was there someone else?
You felt 101 different emotions, ranging from anger to hurt to sadness, your emotions were all over the place.
When you finally got to sleep, she was there in your dreams again but before she could tell you it was all ok, that you two were ok, you woke up and into a reality without her.
So I drown it out like I always do, Dancing through our house with the ghost of you..
To try counter the thoughts you always had background noise, whether that be music or a show.
One thing you and alexia used to do was play your playlist through the speaker and dance with each other in the kitchen.
Sometimes you would put this playlist on, close your eyes and dance like you used to do with her.
This brought you peace and you swore you could even feel her lingering touches.
Cleaning up today, Found that old Zeppelin shirt..
You decided to try get your life in order and that started by cleaning you neglected apartments
When cleaning you noticed, right in the back of the closet an old band tee, you smiled at the memory.
You and alexia had only been dating a few months when she stayed over for the first time, the sleepover was spontaneous so she had no clothes and you had to let her borrow some of yours, you had given her shorts and the tshirt, she took them but questioned the band, your confirmed that you and your dad loved the band and it was something that bonded you growing up so you both spent the night listening to their music.
So I drown it out like I always do, Dancing through our house with the ghost of you.
You found yourself yet again swaying in your kitchen, imagining dancing to this song with ale, her front against your back, her arms around you, lips on your neck and her scent invading your senses.
And I chase it down , With a shot of truth, That my feet don't dance like they did with you..
It was no use though, you still felt cold, still felt empty and you couldn't do this alone but you needed to face reality.
You needed her and she wasn't here.
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❄️ PedroStories Secret Santa event 2023 ❄️
Thank you again for participating in PedroStories’ second Secret Santa event! We hope this event gave you some joy this holiday season! 💙
Special shoutout to our pinch hitters: @gasolinerainbowpuddles who jumped in later to help us out and @katiexpunk & @taro-666 for taking on two prompts! 🥰
Additional shoutout for Santa's little helpers who made sure this event stayed on track: @userdjarin, @wannab-urs, @chronically-ghosted, @oogaboogasphincter & @pedrorascal
You can find all the works published by the participants below the cut!
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MASTERLIST
* - Mature/Explicit work
VISUAL ART
Joel Miller banners - from amongtlou to tempestuous-lush
Dieter Bravo fanart - from taro-666 to mysterious-moonstruck-musings
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FANFICTION
Dieter Bravo
* Tear You Apart - from psychedelic-ink to dark-scape
* The Knight & His Queen - from mysterious-moonstruck-musings to booburry
Run Over By A Reindeer... - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
A Thing for Angels - from miraclesabound to toxicanonymity
Din Djarin
* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes
to know the light - from burntheedges to lincolndjarin
* salt water - from 5oh5 to chronically-ghosted
Retrograde - from taro-666 to 5oh5
Ezra
* devour (the entire universe) - from frannyzooey to wannab-urs
* Floating in Space - from 0celesteisthebest0 to julesonrecord
the trembling willows - from sp00kymulderr to djarinmuse
Cross My Heart - from brandyllyn to oonajaeadira
Frankie Morales
Copilot - from frenchiereading to joelmillers-whore
* The Gift is You - from julesonrecord to the-blind-assassin-12
merry christmas, cariño - from joelsflannel to frenchiereading
A Little Christmas Magic - from the-blind-assassin-12 to something-tofightfor
* A love letter to Frankie - from fhatbhabie to prolix-yuy
* Gas, Grass or ASS - from katiexpunk to astroboots
* Routine - from endlessthxxghts to alwaysbethewest
Jack Daniels
* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena
Stay Close to Me - from alwaysbethewest to iamskyereads
Snakebit - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
Javier Peña
* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena
* office party - from tieronecrush to flightlessangelwings
* Not So Secret Santa - from lincolndjarin to taro-666
* If We Make It Through December - from lucyeyelesbarrow to tieronecrush
Paperwork - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
Mistletoes in the Moonlight - from 221bshrlocked to undercoverpena
Joel Miller
* it means something - from undercoverpena to joelsflannel
* Joel Miller fanfiction - from tempestuous-lush to sweetercalypso
i've got my love to keep me warm - from thetriumphantpanda to yeollie-plz
* Modern Day Hero - from flightlessangelwings to miraclesabound
* Snow and Mistletoe - from something-tofightfor to burntheedges
The Reason for the Season - from prolix-yuy to psychedelic-ink
Oh, the Wildflowers - from adora-but-ginger to amongtlou
Candlelight - from sweetercalypso to adora-but-ginger
a heart for melting - from joelscurls to thetriumphantpanda
Muffins and Jam - from noisynaia to katiexpunk
* freeze-thaw - from covetyou to oogaboogasphincter
Bookends - from djarinmuse to pascalispretty
Simply Having - from iamskyereads to talaok
* A gentleman - from talaok to lucyeyelesbarrow
* Joel Miller fanfiction - from booburry to fhatbhabie
A Very Miller Christmas - from yeollie-plz to joelscurls
* Nightmare Before Christmas - from katiexpunk to xdaddysprincessxx
* Love Shack - from pascalispretty to sp00kymulderr
* Visions of Sugar Plums - from dark-scape to covetyou
* twin peaks. - from toxicanonymity to endlessthxxghts
* Happily Ever After - from xdaddysprincessxx to frannyzooey
* Cinnamon and Sugar - from gasolinerainbowpuddles to thirtysevenodddogs
* a bowlful of joel-y - from oogaboogasphincter to lisadean
Marcus Moreno
Have Yourself a Moreno Little Christmas - from chronically-ghosted to noisynaia
Marcus Pike
* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes
* Procedures to Reach a Common Agreement - from thirtysevenodddogs to 221bshrlocked
Text Me Merry Christmas - from quinnnfabrgay-writes to 0celesteisthebest0
Max Phillips
I'll Leave a Light On For You - from oonajaeadira to artemiseamoon
Pero Tovar
* What the heart wants - from artemiseamoon to blueeyesatnight
* The Cross: The Spirit of the Season - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💙
due to the less than ideal tagging system of tumblr all the participants are tagged in the reblogs
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jamespotterismydaddy · 5 months
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Cops and Robbers
modern!jace x reader pt 2
Pt 1
A/N: steamyyyy for the sluts
TW: SMUT, overstim, size kink, dom reader, cockwarming-ish, jace whimpers now
word count: 888 words (wish it was 666 for halloween :()
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“There’s some free rooms upstairs. You could show me what i’ve been missing.” You say suggestively and he grins.
“You gonna lock me up officer?” He asks playfully and you grab him by the hand and drag him up the stairs, having to stop every now and then so he can kiss you.
When you find a free room, you close and lock the door behind you. “On the bed, delinquent.” He just laughs and tries to kiss you again but you dodge him. “Do I have to handcuff you?” You ask in reference to the handcuffs that hang from your belt.
“Maybe.” He says, seeming to like how you’re taking charge.
He may be much stronger than you but he lets you as you keep pushing him towards the bed. When his legs hit it, you give him a hard shove so he falls back.
“Ooo feisty.” He says playfully.
“Hands above your head.” You say and he obeys, allowing you to handcuff him to the bed frame.
Your touches are feather-light as you trace your fingers over him, lifting his shirt for access. His eyes follow your every move as you pull down his pants and begin palming him through his boxers teasingly. As your teasing continues, he seems to get frustrated.
“Seven hells, just ride me already.” You giggle at how his voice is almost whiney. 
“No.” You say in response, enjoying the power you now hold.
Fed up with waiting, Jace tugs hard at the handcuffs, trying to break them. They don’t give away though, having a stronger hold than they seem to.
“Fuck.” He murmurs.
“Poor baby.” You say a little cruelly as you release him from his boxers and begin to stroke his thick cock ever so slowly, like you’re torturing him.
“Please…” He groans and bucks his hips up.
“Please what?”
“I need to be inside you.” He says very seriously, like it’s life or death. You smirk at him and stand up, starting to slowly take off your costume. “No time for that. I need you. Now.” You feel inclined to listen, even if he is the one tied up. So, you slip your panties to the side and line yourself up. You intend to take it slow. Partly to torture him, partly because he’s so big that you don’t even know if he will fit.
“You want it that bad?” You say and he just grunts and harshly juts his hips up so he’s fully inside you. You moan and your knees, that were helping you stay above him, give out, causing you to sink down so your whole weight is on him. Your thighs clench as your body tries to accommodate the intrusion, his cock feeling as if it’s splitting you apart like a fresh peach. You whimper as you try to hold yourself upright.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Jace tugs on the restraints again, wanting to help you rather than escape as he realizes that you’ve probably never been so filled before.
“Y-Yeah…” You say softly, just waiting for your legs to stop shaking.
“Just get off, princess. Sit on my face instead.” He sounds almost concerned but you can hear the excitement in his voice at his own suggestion.
“No, I can do it.” You whine softly as you lift yourself up and sink back down.
“Oh fuck.” He groans at the feeling of how you squeeze him. “But it’s hurting you.” He tries to be considerate but there’s nothing more he wants in this moment than to feel you cum around him.
“It’s fading.” You say as you begin to bounce on him a little more, getting into the groove of it.
“You feel so good, baby.” He tugs on the handcuffs again, wanting to touch you, to guide you. “Untie me.”
“No.” That little smirk graces your features as you begin to ride him properly now. You let out little whimpers as you feel his cock fill you to the brim over and over again.
“Gods, you’ve never looked so pretty.” He says, even balls deep inside you, he’s still a sweetheart.
“Oh, Jacaerys…” You moan his full name and that’s enough for him as he, a bit prematurely, cums inside you.
“Shit, sorry.” He murmurs, a bit embarrassed but you keep bouncing.
“It’s okay, i’ll just keep going ‘till i’m done.” You say devilishly.
“Wait, babe.” He whimpers from the overstimulation. WHIMPERS.
“Poor little Jacaerys can’t take it.” You tease.
“Please, it’s too much.” He begs. You love how he begs. You don’t stop your movements, even squeezing at points to make it harder for him.
“I’m close. Just a little longer.” He begins to yank at the handcuffs now, trying desperately to break them. “Give me one more, Jacaerys.” Your words make him go over the edge a second time as you finally reach your peak as well, milking him for all that he’s got left inside.
You cockwarm him for a few minutes so you can both calm down before you release him. He immediately grabs you around the waist and pulls you into him so he can hold you close. You giggle as he does.
“Tomorrow, i’ll make you regret that.” He murmurs into your neck and it feels almost cute but you know it’s a promise not so sweet.
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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year
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Hi Ange, could you please write something about cock warming with Aemond? It’s been a fantasy of mine since I started consuming smutty fanfics lol
Realistically speaking, do you think it’s possible for both parties to stay in such a position for an extended period of time without feeling stiffness?
Hello! Regarding your second point, you'd usually cockwarm in positions that you'd cuddle/spoon in, so unless you're susceptible to going stiff (in a non sexual way) from cuddling then you can keep at it for as long as your partner can keep their wood.
Please enjoy this little drabble.
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Warnings: Smut. Word count: 666 (hell yeah!)
It’s late when she awakens to the feeling of the mattress dipping beside her. Aemond’s body feels cold through the thin cotton of her nightgown as he presses his chest flush to her back, a long, lithe arm wrapping itself around her waist to keep her close.
She lets out a contented sigh, attempting to roll to face him. He stills her with a soft kiss to the temple and hushed tones.
“Lay still, ābrazȳrys jorrāeliarzus.” Dearest wife.
Halting her movements, she allows his hand to wander, trailing a path from her waist, over her hip and down her thighs, before returning the way it came, this time slipping beneath the thin shift that covers her body as it works its way upwards.
She shivers at the coolness of Aemond’s fingertips against her skin. Deft hands prise her thighs apart, long fingers tickle at the soft flesh of the inner portion. A gasp escapes her as he cups her mound, the heel of his palm grinding ever so gently against her bud. She squirms against him.
“Be still, I said.” He chides gently, swatting lightly between her legs.
She whimpers, a throbbing ache spreading through her core at the sudden strike, but she does her best to still her movements.
“You are back late.” She whispers.
“Mmm.” The sound rumbles in his chest, vibrating against her back. “A meeting of the small council. You needn’t worry.”
His hand leaves the juncture of her thighs, grasping her hip and using it to pull her backside against the evidence of his arousal for her. The flat of his palm continues its upwards trajectory, smoothing over the curve of her waist and the length of her ribcage. He reaches around, giving her breast a soft squeeze, before gently pinching at a hardened peak.
“I need to be close to you.” He rasps against the shell of her ear.
She is unsure how they could possibly be any closer than they are now, until she feels the head of his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she parts her thighs, granting him the access he needs to push forward, the slight resistance causing her to inhale sharply as he sheathes himself inside of her with a single thrust.
He stills, wrapping his arm back around her waist and embracing her as he would in sleep. She is confused, wondering if perhaps she should take the lead, however, he holds her in place when she attempts to rock back against him.
“Daor.” He says lowly. “Let us lay like this.” No.
The sensation is almost overwhelming. She can feel every inch, every contour of him buried in her tight heat. Her arousal coats him in her slick, the desperation for him to move, to do anything has her cunt clenching ceaselessly. However, there is an intimacy to being this close to her husband with no further expectation that makes her heart soar.
Eventually she settles, relaxing into the embrace, reassured that the love that Aemond has for means he finds as much comfort in her as she does in him. She is certain from his silence that he must have fallen asleep and, as her own eyes grow heavy, she relents, drifting into blissful unconsciousness.
The propulsion of Aemond’s hips against hers rouses her back into wakefulness. She is unsure of how much time has passed with her asleep, but he is obviously very much conscious.
His breath is hot and heavy, fanning across the back of her neck as he fucks into her from behind.
“Aemond..” She moans breathily, as a particularly harsh thrust goes deeper than she is accustomed to.
Realising she is no longer sleeping, his tone is apologetic, yet he does not cease his movements. “Forgive me, riña litse. I could not resist you any longer.” Pretty girl.
“I am yours.” She murmurs, arching her spine. “To do as you please with.”
His groan of approval is one she replays in her mind for weeks to come.
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igncrxntripley · 11 months
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their secret weapon pt. 10
synopsis: two hall of famers challenge the judgement day - both in the ring and in their personal lives.
a/n: threw this together to go in tandem with the piece @witcherfromwallachia​ wrote recently! i recommend reading that piece before this so it all makes a little more sense, but since her writing uses a self-inserted character this piece uses y/n if that’s something you’re into. more will come as well about SW’s relationship with edge and beth so look out for that as well!
mentions: fem!reader, poly!judgement day, minor descriptions of violence in the ring, slight anxiety/panic, kayfabe compliant
taglist: @thesithdiaries​ @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld​ @theworldofotps​​ @babybatlover​ @ripleyswhore​ @auburnwrites​ @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @blxxdshxteyes​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname​ @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @christinabae​
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everything was going considerably well for y/n and the judgement day. finn was getting better every day when it came to not being as harsh on his partners, and his new demeanor had begun to make everyone else in their little family relax as well. they spent more time with one another having fun - something they all had missed out on for quite some time - and they got to show one another why they were all meant to be as a group. things were perfect. 
but someone came and decided to ruin that fun for everyone. and that someone came in the form of edge; a man y/n had looked up to for years, a man who led her through the ins and outs of the industry alongside his wife...the man who started the exact group she was apart of now. not only was edge all of those things, but he seemed to be turning into the man who put y/n in the position to distance herself from her newfound family. 
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"you're mad because i picked them." y/n noted softly during her backstage conversation with edge. the two stood, hidden amongst sound equipment boxes and tools, as the secret weapon to the judgement day was manipulated by a man she saw as a father figure. 
edge looked down at y/n and shook his head. "no, i’m worried and concerned because they picked you." he said. the look on his face told a slightly different story as the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth tightened in frustration. "last year, shortly after war games if I remember correctly, i swore i was going to end the monster I created." he started in a hushed but tense tone of voice. even with the cameras who had approached them to get this moment in action, hoping to find a hall of famer ripping the shy new girl into pieces, y/n had other plans. 
"so you're putting the weight of your mistake on me because i took an offer from the people who not only my surrogate father picked over me, but also dislocated my shoulder last year at the rumble when she eliminated me." y/n started, standing toe to toe with her hero. “you're upset that while you were gone, someone else took me by the hand and told me that i wasn't the mistake but those above me. you're upset because the force you created to give talent like me a platform came for me despite you turning your back on me from the moment damian intervened at mania. you only seemed to notice me again after the they decided they didn't need you, so finn kicked your ass." 
“watch your tone, kiddo.” edge said, that phrase being one that would normally turn y/n into a puddle of tears. not anymore, though. 
“no.” she spat, acid laced through her tone. “i’m not the same kid you and beth met when i was in NXT. or the same person you walked away from me to make your own little group - a group that you never treated right in the first place.” y/n challenged edge, a smirk tugging up at her lips. “i’m their secret weapon. the fifth member of the judgement day. and i stand on equal ground with four people who love and care about me and my success more than you ever did.”
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It had been a few weeks since both edge and beth confronted y/n in their own instances backstage. all of her partners knew about her conversations with them, and now it was time to unpack it all with four people who knew how to calm her down more than anything. 
a rare weekend, where all of them got to be home before elimination chamber, was the perfect time for y/n to be with her partners and discuss everything that had been going on. they knew bits and pieces of the conversations with edge and beth, but they hadn’t gotten their girl’s perspective on it yet. they all sat on their big, comfy couch in the living room; y/n in dominik’s lap with her back to his chest, finn with his head in damian’s lap, and rhea shoved against dominik’s side with his arm over her shoulder. the australian busied herself by playing with y/n’s hair, each of then listening intently to her side of the story. 
“i hate this.” y/n mumbled, fidgeting with dominik’s fingers. “i don’t get why he can’t just leave you guys alone. i don’t care if he talks to me like that or if he’s upset with something i did...but he always has to bring you guys into it.” she closed her eyes as rhea’s fingers gently worked at her scalp to help relax her, it being obvious at how much this conversation overwhelmed her. “he’s thinks i did something wrong...but i don’t get what’s wrong about finding my place with people who care about me.”
her last sentence made damian and finn smile, but they both quickly collected their thoughts before finn spoke up. “nothing is probably ever going to make him okay with you doing this, love.” he told her softly, his hand reaching out to rub her thigh over the blanket she was cuddled under. “but it’s not your fault. we promise.” 
damian nodded as his own fingers played with finn’s hair. “anything we did was going to make him upset.” he added softly. “don’t listen to him, princesa. you’re allowed to be your own person.”
y/n nodded, leaning her hand back against dominik’s shoulder and letting him kiss her temple. “i’m not the same kid he met in NXT.” she said quietly. “i’m better than that.” and all of her partners nodded in agreement, because they knew she was right; hell, she probably wouldn’t have gotten there without the four of them. 
rhea offered a small smile to y/n and pushed some hair behind her ear. “damn right you’re better than that.” she chuckled. “and you’re ours. that’s better than anything he could give you.”
all of her partners were right. and the moments like this, when they all were together and exchanging gentle words with one another, reminded y/n why she continued to be with them. it reminded her why she wasn’t just a member of their group...she was their family. and they were hers. 
dominik was the next to speak up as his grip on both girls tightened. “don’t worry about them, baby.” he told her softly. “it’s our one weekend that we get at home. don’t let their ridiculousness worry you this much. we can always deal with it when we go back to work.” y/n knew dom was right; they rarely got to be home anymore, so she was going to enjoy this time with all of her partners together on the couch and not stuck at the airport. 
damian smirked. “i could think of a couple different ways to take your mind off of it.” he teased softly, making y/n playfully roll her eyes and cuddle further into dominik. 
“you do that, i’m going to take a nap.” she teased him, the rest of their partners chuckling and following suit as they held one another on the couch. 
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monday night raw, two weeks before elimination chamber 2023. 
"the thing is, the thing is- i started the judgement day with the intention of elevating underutilized and recognized talent.” edge said, standing in the ring alongside beth as they spoke about the judgement day. “and i succeeded. every member is miles better than they were a year ago. and well, then there's dom." edge always knew how to get to the crowd and get them on his side; dom was an easy target, but no one in the judgement day found those jokes funny. "now i know, you all would like me to address the elephant in the room but i’ll get back to that in a second…"
what edge and beth didn’t see, was y/n backstage with her partners watching the entire situation unfold. the two people y/n saw as family, as surrogate parents when her own didn’t give her the support she needed, stood in the ring and spat nothing but hatred and sarcasm towards the people she loved; but it was about to get much, much worse. 
“now i am not a man that is used to feeling helpless, but when rhea hit beth with those brass knuckles and held that chair in her hand at extreme rules - i knew what was coming. and i was powerless to stop it. so congrats, judgment day. but also-" the hall of famer stopped suddenly, popping his lips after a moment, "there was someone else ringside during that match, wasn't there, beth?" 
tears filled in y/n’s eyes. she knew where this was going, and that memory alone caused tears to fill in her eyes again. watching someone she viewed as a mother figure, a role model...be beaten helplessly by someone who would eventually turn into her partner? it was a fucked up memory in the deep pits of her head - one that she’d barely been able to unpack with the judgement day - but now she was going to have to be confronted with it all over again. 
“they’re wrong...they’re so wrong for this...” y/n mumbled, her arms crossed and finn standing next to her with his arm around her waist. “they know what they’re doing and they don’t even care.”
“breathe, mi princesa.” damian warned softly, his own eyes still watching the monitor closely. he could feel the anxiety radiating off of y/n, but he wasn’t sure anything he did in the moment was going to make it better. 
edge started back up again, fake hurt all over his face as he spoke. “ i remember a certain NXT superstar being backstage that night.” he said. “i remember that certain NXT star crying inconsolably over beth as people rushed out to help her. i remember one arm around her shoulders, and the other hand nervously stroking my wife's face to make sure both of them were okay. not only that, but i remember wrapping my arms around that young girl once we got backstage to make sure she was okay before going to check on beth.” y/n sniffled and looked down at her feet at the memory, her partners each looking at her with sadness. they knew they caused that moment...they caused that pain. yet they hadn’t talked about it. 
y/n watched as she became nothing more than a plot point for this feud; no longer was she the fifth member of the judgement day, but she was the young girl caught between the two hall of famers and the group that loved her. she hated this. and there was nothing she could do except listen to edge spew utter hatred. 
beth was the next to speak up, her voice breaking y/n down even more. “i’ve spoken with y/n about her recent addition to the judgement day.” she started, the crowd booing once again. “and when i spoke to her, she presented the same story as dominik; feeling betrayed by the people she loved, feeling like there was something better out there for her...and she’s right. there’s always something better.” beth looked into the camera, and y/n could feel that nausea in her stomach once again. “but honey, this isn’t the answer.”
y/n hadn’t even heard anything else said, both over the monitor or by her partners. she didn’t even realize edge had challenged finn and rhea to a match at elimination chamber. damian gave her pointers about the interruption they were about to make, dominik was whispering to her to make sure she could even go out there, and she didn’t hear a single word. her body reacted faster than her mind did, and before she realized it she was following her partners out of gorilla and into the ring. 
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damian kept a hand on y/n’s lower back the entire time. her rage pumping through her body as she stared down beth and edge sent shockwaves through his own body, and finn and dominik stayed just as close by in case they needed to get her out of the ring. but they also gave her the room to speak up for herself and her partners, even if it resulted in her mentors slightly ridiculing her. she was waiting for the ring to open up and provide her with an escape, but instead she was stuck there in the middle of the arena; all eyes on her, laughing and booing when put up against her mentors who obviously had the leg up on the audience. 
finn accepted the challenge without any hesitation. he called his match at extreme rules against edge ‘child’s play’, knowing that match alone did enough damage to edge and beth alone that anything else would be catastrophic. but edge wasn’t going to allow them to have the last word. “everything i said about you being better is true.” he started with a shrug. “even though you’re better, you still all confuse me. priest, you follow these people around like a lost dog even though you said you didn’t want a leader. y/n has you wrapped around her finger, just like rhea does with dominik. and finn, you’re better than all of this. you’re walking around like a cheap, knockoff version of the finn balor who once ruled this company.” the son of a bitch smirked as he looked at y/n one more time. “none of you really have one another’s backs. y/n, kiddo, they’re going to stab you in the back before you can even count to five.” he warned her, watching the young superstar’s face fill with anger. 
eventually she lost it as they all bickered with one another. the last straw, was the last time edge brought her name up into the conversation and used her as a plot point for his own vendetta against the judgement day. her manicured fingers snatched the microphone from dominik, and she finally let herself speak up. “enough! enough, all of you! stop it!” she practically begged. “tear me apart all you want, i don’t care.” she turned to beth and edge. “but as soon as you two drag me into your issues with them, then i’m going to say something. keep my name out of your mouth, or rhea won’t be the only one with brass knuckles and a chair.” she said, beth and edge both laughing at her once again. 
“y/n, honey,” beth started as she smirked. “back up and let the adults talk, yeah?” she knew exactly how to get under y/n’s skin. 
damian rested a warning hand around y/n’s arm, gently coaxing her to let go of the microphone and pushing her body behind his. “easy, amor.” he whispered, his own eyes watching beth and edge carefully.
edge laughed at the judgement day as they stood in front of him, y/n slowly falling apart and the others trying to make sure she didn’t do something rash. “you wanted to play with the big kids, kiddo.” he said, smirking as she clung to damian’s arm to ground herself and stay calm. “grass isn’t so green on the other side, is it?”
those words made her see red, and before she knew it chaos broke out in the ring. everyone was throwing their hands at each other, damian ending up outside of the ring at one point and y/n by his side. she didn’t want to get involved in anything else that was going on, but needed to make sure her partners were okay. “damian?” she asked softly, but he was quick to calm her down through his own pain. 
“i’m okay, mi amor.” he said, groaning as he held his back in pain. “get out of here before-”
before he could even finish his sentence, y/n locked eyes with finn who was hunched in a corner. he was in direct line of edge, who stood across from him and clearly had every intention of delivering a spear. but y/n wasn’t going to let that happen. she’d proved her loyalty before, and she was going to do it again. 
y/n hopped back up into the ring and used all of her weight to push finn aside. edge was already running full speed ahead in hopes of getting to finn, but instead his body collided with hers so hard that not only did she have the impact from the spear, but she felt the impact of the ring post to the back of her head. she crumbled to the mat with one hand to her back and the other holding her torso; a loud whimper filled with pain left her lips, all of the air knocked out of her body, and it felt like the deepest of breaths couldn’t fill her lungs. 
edge looked at her in horror as she writhed in pain. he couldn’t even believe what he’d done - something he never would have hoped to do, he did because she didn’t want finn to get hurt. “honey, i-” he started, reaching a hand out to touch her and make sure she was okay. but as soon as edge’s hand touched y/n’s arm, she scrambled away from a man she once looked up to out of fear. 
if looks could kill, the judgement day would’ve ended edge right then and there. 
finn’s face turned red in rage, pulling y/n closer to him before passing her body to damian. “get her out of here. now.” he said, already standing up and going right back to where edge was standing. “you think this is a game? huh?” he yelled at the hall of famer. 
while finn continued getting physical with edge, damian had picked y/n’s body up in his arms and started walking back up the ramp. “i know, princesa. i’m so sorry.” he said in her ear, letting her groan and occasionally wheeze in pain. 
y/n gripped at his jacket and hid in his neck. the thoughts that ran through her mind were absolutely all over the place, but the pain in her body overpowered everything else. she couldn’t even find the words to say as she drifted in and out of semi-consciousness from the pain in her head. 
damian rushed backstage as an official led him into the medical area. he wasn’t taking any chances with how hard y/n hit her head, so he sat her down on one of the benches and held her face with his cheeks. “baby, hey y/n, look at me.” he said softly, trying to get her still slightly frantic, but mostly absent gaze to meet his. “you’re okay, i promise.”
y/n wondered why damian looked so...blurry; almost like her brain had photoshopped or edited him to look smoother than before. “edge did that to me...?” she mumbled, pieces of what happened being burned into her memory for the worst or for the better. this wasn’t the same man who would show her how to put someone in a submission hold when she’d just barely started her wrestling career, or who taught her the proper way to tape her wrists before going into a match. this edge was...he was different. he could’ve stopped himself when he noticed y/n get in the way of the spear but he didn’t; he let himself hurt her, and now he was going to deal with his consequences. 
damian let out a soft sigh and frowned as a medic began to examine y/n. “my head hurts.” she told him softly, her eyes closing as her head started to feel heavy on her shoulders. y/n leaned forward to rest her forehead on damian’s shoulder, but he was quick about sitting her back up straight. 
“i know it does, hermosa.” damian told her softly, making sure she stayed upright. “i just need you to stay still...” it wasn’t long before he heard the rushed footsteps of finn and dom enter the medical room, both of them out of breath and their clothes a disheveled mess from the brawl that occurred in the ring. 
“oh god, baby!”
“chica, are you okay?”
“y/n, we’re so sorry!”
the rushed voices of all three men in the room was enough to overwhelm both y/n and the medic working with her to assess the damage edge did in the ring. “fuck, guys! too much!” y/n winced, as her head throbbed in pain. 
the medic looked at damian, finn, and dominik with a gentle shake of her head. “i’m sorry but i need you guys to step out for a second.” she said, moving to lead all three men out of the room. of course they all tried to stay - none of them wanted to leave y/n alone after what happened. but before they knew it they were stood out in the hallway and staring at a closed medical room door. 
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the backstage aftermath was anything but calm after the judgement day’s segment with edge and beth. the match for elimination chamber was confirmed, and everyone knew it was going to be an absolute bloodbath because of what happened in the ring. this was anything but settled, and now they each had to deal with their own aftermath and emotions. 
edge paced nervously in his own dressing room with beth after he’d come to terms with what he’d done. he couldn’t even go see y/n to apologize; he was stuck in his own thoughts, replaying the moment his body slammed hers against the ringpost and he could do nothing but watch her moan and writhe in pain. beth was just as overwhelmed, and she was doing her best to talk edge down from his current state. “adam, we need to take a deep breathe and calm down.” 
“calm down?” he said, looking to his wife with panicked eyes. “i can’t calm down, beth. not after what i just did out there. i-i didn’t even realize she pushed finn out of the way. damnit, beth! she’s too involved with them that she’s taking their hits for them now?” he asked, a stressed hand running through his hair. 
beth shook her head. “honey, you couldn’t have controlled what she did.” she said softly. “she’s an adult, whether you want to acknowledge that or not, and she’s going to make her own decisions. y/n’s the one who has to live with what she did, not you.”
edge sat down on the couch and nervously bounced his leg. the lines on his face creased with tension as he gritted his teeth, looking up at his wife. “we have to do something.” he mumbled. “she’s in too deep with them...she thinks this is good for her but they’re only turning her against people who have been there longer than anyone else. y/n is throwing her relationships with everyone down the drain, including us.” he let out a soft sigh as he came to terms with what his next steps were. 
“we have no choice, beth.” he said softly. “we need to get her away from them and end the judgement day once and for all.”
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