#commintment to the bit

[spirk-trek]

captain kirk was allowed out of his enclosure today for some much needed enrichment!!! look at him go!

#i love that the crew are just watching him from the bridge #like it's an episode of naked and afraid #never forget #tag yourself i'm the 'throwing rock' jim #star trek #shitposting #captain kirk #commintment to the bit #star trek tos #star trek the original series #screencaps #memes #arena #gorn #james t kirk #jim kirk #william shatner #photo set #is this meme dead lol #i'm old

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

What’s your favorite part about working on the comic? Specifically the comic; like drawing it, coloring, writing scripts, etc

Oh, that's an interesting question! Let's rate them!

Sketching/Drawing: (9/10) Creating at its finest. For me, this is the distilled elixir of creation. The heart of being a comic artist. I love organizing panels on a page, it's like playing tetris. I love drawing! Points off for requiring so much time. Why can't I just bang my head against a tablet and dump out all the pictures onto the screen at once?

Scripting: (6/10) Pretty standard work. I enjoy it well enough, but it gets points taken off for requiring so much re-writing and emotional turmoil. Sometimes, I will rework a line 3-4 times and think it works great, but inevitably something will come along to make me think it would have been better to have the character say that OTHER thing instead.

Lineart: (11/10) Excellent. Stupendous. This is drawing, if drawing required no braincells. It's meditation! I'm listening to a 2 hour long video essay about evolution or manta rays or ancient trees. I'm happy, I'm in my lane, I'm flourishing. (This would have been 12/10 except for those times when you're drawing the same line 17 times and are stuck in a ctrl+z loop.)

Coloring: (-2/10) Don't like it. Cannot recommend it. People tell me they like this part? I'm skeptical. It's tedious. It's boring. It's like one of those baby games where you put cubes into a square hole, etc, but sometimes the cubes the misshapen and don't go in smoothly. At best it's just 10 minutes of clicking with a bucket tool. At worst, it's coloring within the lines, which I have been OVER since I was 4.

Rendering values, special effects: (5/10) This is fine. It's simply fine. I can enjoy it. It's interesting, but a bit repetitive, but it takes less effort than coloring, with more variety, so I respect it.

Posting: (4/10) This is a trap. There IS a typo, and you WILL see it as soon as you click Post. Or as soon as the post hits 100 notes. Whichever one is more painful. But on the other hand... commints! But on the other-other hand... people misunderstanding your characters' intentions and being a whole clown in the comments about it! It's a mixed bag.

#chekhov answers #comics #comic

[hello-nichya-here]

Those zutara headcanons were awful but saying that race mixing is the same as eugenics is terrible too Nichya

The take was: Zuko NEEDS to marry someone of a different RACE to "cleanse" the EVIL GENES that made his family disproportionately likely to commit attrocities, and Katara will teach her son bloodbending to use on his sister if she ever starts demonstrating any "Azula-ness".

In case you somehow still don't see a problem with that, let me tell you a little bit about my country's history.

The descendents of europeans (mainly from Portugal) that were living in Brazil after our independence and a few decades of us being a "republic" (dictatorship) were unhappy with the fact that all the indigenous tribes and descendents of slaves were still around. This frustration grew as people from other nations (mainly China and especially Japan) moved into the country as well.

The white brazilian-portuguese people were in the minority. They very much did not like that and wanted to fix that "problem". How? Well, the country NEEDED those big numbers otherwise it'd be impossible to for a nation that big to function, so kicking everybody was obviously a bad idea.

The Brazilian Academy of EUGENICS then decided that the only logical thing to do was for white people to be allowed to marry and have kids with people of these other races - provided their partners were "one of the good ones", and not affected by the "bad genes" that had made their relatives "naturally predisposed" to violence, comminting crimes, and immoral behaviours in general.

The "logic" was that a mixed-raced nation wasn't GOOD, but it would EVENTUALLY become 100% white after enough of the "good ones" were picked out, and the rest of those races were kept out of sight, out of mind, and "reminded of their place" (violently, of course) if they ever steped out.

Racism and eugenics don't always happen in "We shouldn't even have LOOK at someone of a different race or even know that they exist, let's kick them out/kill them all" way. Sometimes it happens through being condescending,forcing them to assimilate, and "re-educating" the "good savages" that are not that "evolved" but are not as bad as "their kind." Hell, killing all the men and raping all the women to get them pregnant is a recurring thing in race-wars.

It doesn't matter that that incredibly irresponsible person technically only mentioned Zuko's direct family as the "evil ones", or that the Fire Nation did oppress the Water Tribes - by making it all about their "defective genes" that could only ever be fixed by "one of the good ones" having kids with someone of a different (aka "better") race, it IS racism, it IS disgusting, and it 100% IS EUGENICS.

#asks #atla fandom problems #avatar fandom problems #racism #eugenics #anti zutara

[starlite-sin]

Just had to block someone I considered a friend cause they completely missed the point of what's going on. I'm gonna try to use western articles (CNN for example) to avoid this idea that I'm cherry picking articles.

No one is supporting Hamas. Everyone hated what they did. However, Hamas is 20,000 people in a country of 4M people, which is (according my really bad math and google) 0.5%. Not even half of Palestine is in Hamas. The Israeli army, on the other hand, has anywhere between 169,000 and 176,000 active duty soldiers (sources vary, including one that used teh instead of the). The power balance seems a bit off here.

Israel completely overshot their reaction and started comminting literal war crimes (they started dropping white phosphorus which in a densely populated area like Gaza is illegal. That's the fucking problem. The problem is Israel is cutting off telecommunications because everyone's seeing what they did. The problem is three bombs in 30 seconds. The problem is Egyptain truck drivings fighting to be let in only for 20 to go in an expect that to take care of almost 4 million (and going down) people. The problem is that Israel didn't accept the hostages Hamas released and that they plan an air attack to "save" their hostages which...won't work.

Palestine needs new leaders, yes. They also need their land back. Their idea of "peace" is "let us keep occupying your land and treating you like general shit." It'll be peace for them and hell for everyone else.

#free palestine #anti zionisim #palestine #israel

[moonfawnx]

Heyy darling, hope you're all fine! Can I ask the kinks of adult nyx?

♡♡

hii darling! I'm doing alright i hope you are as well!

spanking- he'd definitely bend you over his lap and spank your ass untill his handprints are on you and you're weeping.

bandaging / tying - i feel like nyx would tie you up on many occasions and tease you for hours but would also let YOU tir HIM. like imagine you tying his hands while going down on him untill he begs you to untie him so he can fuck you.

threesome- he'd enjoy having other people watch him fuck you- maybe even join sometimes- just the feeling of other people knowing how good he makes you feel- ughh

size kink- he'd love the size difference between the two of you. he'd love to have you underneath him and vulnerable- but also while you riding him seeing how your small body takes his cock- he'd also press his hand on your stomatch to feel the bulge inside you while he was pounding into you.

wingplay - if you two are in a comminted relationship he'd definitely let you worship his wings and bring out the tiny submissive part of him out. You'd lick the sweet spot of his wings and edge him for hours.

face riding- that man would be willing to freaking BEG you to sit and gring on his face. it would take a lot of conving but you'd eventually agree and let him eat you like that- and gods he'd satisfy you.

idk what kink this is bit i headcanon that feysand will give the court of nightmares to you and he'd DEFINITELY want you to ride him in his throne. or send everyone out for you to give him head while sitting on the throne OR even better, he'd put his crown on your head and eat you out on his throne.

#acotar #nyx x reader smut #nyx smut #nyx acotar #nyx x reader #acotar smut #acotar x reader

[nompunhere]

Happy vore day guys!!! I rewrote my first ever vore fic, since I think I've improved a decent bit since I first wrote it. it's certainly a good bit longer than the original. I would've liked to have had this posted earlier in the day, but ah well. It's here now!

and I'm gonna start gradually uploading my other fics to Ao3 too, but I'll still post new ones here, don't worry. this one's an Ao3 exclusive, though, just because it's a rewrite. I don't currently have plans to rewrite any of my other fics;;

hoping to help people like me, who get disappointed by the lack of nonsexual vore fics for the fandom when they search for them on Ao3, find my works! since I know not everyone uses tumblr. and hey, maybe I'll get more commints this way,,,, (no pressure to anyone, ofc, and thanks to all those that left comments in my askbox that I never got around to answering ;v; your feedback is still appreciated! <3)

and thanks to everyone who's stuck around! here's to another great year of nomfing, getting nomfed, watching others get nomfed, or all of the above

#nph rambles #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #hk vore #fandom vore #ao3 link #vore fic #my writing #g/t vore #protective vore #tw violence #fic rewrite

[melodious-tear]

fic writer interview

Thank you @bitterflames for tagging me! this was fun <3

How many works do you have on AO3? currently 24

What’s your total AO3 word count? 189 321 words (more than I expected 👀)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Amour phew: 112 2. Mail from Ye Baiyi and other inconveniences: 107 3. Bed hair: 88 4. Lava Cake: 77 5. Rhythm of the night: 59 Lava cake is actually a surprise lol. I do not like this one very much.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! Even if it's just a comment with some hearts. I appreciate every interaction and I also know how it feels to create something for the void, that goes for commints too.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I'd say that's "Evening with an old friend". Or "keep me cold?" oh I forgot about "Puppet play". hmmm 🤔 XD you see, I wrote lots of angsty stuff ("point of no return" is surely the worst (tm), but it's a collage so I won't count it in)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? That's "A ghost in the neon light", I think, at least out of the dark fics.

Do you write crossovers? no, not a fan of it at all

Have you ever received hate on a fic? not really, I got one passive-agressive comment from the XiYao troll back then, but apart from that I only get nice comments. one benefit of writing niche things, I guess :P

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? me, an ace, writes smut surprisingly often XDDDD, but only non-explicit

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, that silly little fic "Bed hair" got translated to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, and I'm not sure if I could do that

What’s your all-time favorite ship? oh, I can't really answer that, I love them all <333 And I'm sure there will be new ones. But XueYao was always the easiest to write for me!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? hhhhhhhh ... I'll consider only the published WIPs, otherwise I'd have to cry XDDD "synchronize me with the night" is one of my faves and I really like to finish it someday :(((((

What are your writing strengths? that's a bit hard to say as an insider XDD I think I'm good at dialogues and I really like writing them, and my muse is a crack addict, so I thrive at funny things. otherwise ... I think I'm also good at being true to the original character traits even in a modern setting, but that's something others can judge better, I'd say

What are your writing weaknesses? to actually write of course, and also finishing things :)))) I mourn the times when I only wrote one-shots, but now I almost always get myself into multi chaps (multi as in no end in sight) - so I fall out of fandom until I can finish, or the lack of interaction gets to me, or something doesn't work out as I thought it would ... I deleted some unfinished fics that kept haunting me. it's sad, but I felt bad whenever I opened AO3

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? untranslatable things like suffixes are okay imo, and sometimes when two characters speak in a language that's foreign to the one from whose POV it's written for example, then it makes sense - otherwise I think it's not good for the reader's flow.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? SS-GB! that was before I fell into the cdrama trash bin

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? there are quite a few, I want to write something about the snow boys (as I call them XD) from My journey to you, Luo Mingxi/Linlang (Legend of Anle), mmmmmaybe Ning Yuanzhou/Yu Shisan (A journey to love), and I still haven't written Yuan Lang/Lize Palace Leader (Love and Redemption) even though they are very dear to me!!! they are so complicated and one of them doesn't have a name ffs :(

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? please don't make me choose between my children :))))))

tagging @moonstone-vibe @bitterfrosts @qinghe-s no pressure ofc and everyone else feel free to do it!

#ask game #writing stuff #@bitterflames

[wags-confessions]

Vanja anon-

Don't know when they got back, most people say last summer when he was on Ibiza which is weird bcs how does the press know they met on Ibiza? Again, I think it was either leaked by her or someone close to her because he's fine with pap photos but won't address his relationships in public. What is true and not true is impossible to tell. Dunno about privacy, she used to have a public account and she modeled for many Serbian and Balkan brands, she's tagged in that post at our clinic so I guess she is fine with a certain degree of exposure I suppose. As for him, he never ever made a comment about an ex of his in public even though his ex gf gave a whole interview about him.

Educated and mature is such a loose term nowadays, I myself say either someone who has lots of degrees is educated or someone who has lots of unique life experience and that usually comes with age or to young adults who had a less priviledged upbringing compared to her. Mature is up for debate for me, I don't like when someone labels young women and girls "mature" sounds groomy as fuck. As for their relationship, dear god, I don't think there was any cheating involved. What I do think it's hard for him to trust anyone that he won't be used to get famous off or whatever, he keeps tight circles. He's not the type to date a career woman in my opinion, so someone who does small modeling jobs is probably perfect for him. I know someone claimed she was the one who broke up with him, but I really don't think that's true because he had another gf pretty soon after they broke up the first time. Again, I'm not saying that he cheated, but it's not impossible to say they got tired of being long distance.

Idk, he's a strange bird, in a sense of he has commintment issues but wants to husband up and have a family at the same time. I think they got back together because they knew one another well.

I do remember there being an article and there was a quote that his mother would be delighted to have her as a daughter in law because she's pretty and "educated" and I swear I never laughed harder in my life like is that the best terms we can use to describe someone who is supposed to join your family? Anyway, I find them to be a good match, they're both very normal people who are interested in the football player wag lifestyle and that's a okay. Maybe I'm a teensy bit surprised because I expected him to be with someone on his level of ambition and grit, but I was wrong. That's all

.

[darkprincecait]

[me] i am writing for a niche within a niche. every bit of feedback i get is precious, and i would never dare pressure my readers to speak up.

[also me, right after i post a chapter] where commint

#cait's writing adventures #i mean what i said re: not pressuring readers i'm just attention hungry lol

[iamwestiec]

Fic writer asks: 🪄🌈

🪄 what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

There is absolutely nothing in my life at which I am consistent, but when I'm thinking about it, I try to go away from my inbox for a bit after posting and do or read or watch something fun. I am commints cat more than I'd like to admit, though. 😅

🌈 is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Anything longer than about 3k involved a ton of barely-used research and A HERCULEAN EFFORT on my part, most likely. Which you know, because you often witness my whining lmao. Let's see... Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good sat for months until I figured out the tone it wanted for the actual smut part. I kept trying to make it spooky, but that's just not Zizhen. :)

#westie answers #theleakypen #writer ask meme

[syrnyj]

do you ever replay one of your favorite childhood horror video games and think to yourself

i can make a (mildly to moderately to severely cursed) crossover with my current obsession out of this

anyhow, tasm / mad father au

⚠️mentions of human/animal/child abuse⚠️

STARRING

The Cast of TASM1 as Horrible People

Peter Parker as Aya Drevis

- The 11 y.o. son of the Parker family. Loves his father and (deceased) mother very much. In fact, he loves his dad so much he's more than willing to overlook all the unethical research the man very unsubtly conducts in their basement. Not so willing to overlook Richard fucking someone who's not Mom tho;

- May have inherited his parent's.. passion for science and casual attitude towards human and animal lives;

- On the night of his mother's death anniversary Peter finds his father mysteriously gone and their house overrun by monstrous creatures (some living, some undead), the fruits of Richard's many years of labour, determined to take their revenge against the Parker family;

- And then, with only the power of Love and a child-sized chainsaw on his side, he sets out on a quest to a). find out what the fuck happened and b). find and save his Dad, of course;

- Makes his way through the mansion helping some of his dad's victims to find peace and their souls to move on to the next world and inflicting horrible violence on others.

Richard Parker as Dr. Alfred Drevis

- Part-time respectable researcher, full-time mad scientist;

- Spends his days in his basement lab with his assistant creating chimeras, both purely out of animals and with human components;

- Thinks Peter would make a great test subject once he's grown up just a little bit more;

- One day, Richard makes a mistake by talking about his plans to experiment on Peter within Mary's hearing range. When his wife, disgusted by his willingness to use their child as a guinea pig, threatens to take Peter and escape, Richard kills her, telling Peter her death was an accident afterwards;

- Snaps completely in the second half of the story, decides that the time to make Peter into a chimera has come and begins chasing him with a chainsaw.

Mary Parker as Monika Drevis

- A woman so unhappy with her husband's life desicions that she decided to come back as a ghost and drag him to the afterlife with her;

- A long time ago, Richard's disregard for medical ethics and willingness to commint atrocities have bewitched her body and soul, but turning their own child into one of her husband's experiments is just too much;

- She's the one who cursed their home, ressurecting all of Richard's former test subjects and freeing the ones that were still alive;

- After Peter disrupts her plans and drags Richard back to the real world, she tells him what his father's real plans for him are. This causes Richard to lose whatever sanity he had left and go after Peter immedeatly.

Curt Connors as Maria

- Richard's assistant/lover;

- Struggles between his loyalty to Richard and his wish to protect Peter;

- imma be real with you he's supposed to have a tragic backstory that explains how he became richard's assistant and why he's okay with killing people but i honestly have no idea what it could possibly be

- After Richard goes on a rampage looking for Peter and Curt fails to find the boy, Richard attacks him with a chainsaw, cutting his arm off and leaving him to bleed to death;

- Peter helps him take care of his wounds, they commiserate with each other on their loyalty to the man who does not care for their lives or well-being and make a promise that they will get out of this together;

- Later, when Richard captures Peter, Curt kills the man.

Gwen Stacy as Robin

- At first she came to the Parkers' mansion as an apprentice to Richard, but in the end she became one of his test subjects;

- A spider-human chimera, has multiple spider-like eyes on the right side of her face, which she hides under bandages;

- Revived by Mary and tasked with aiding and protecting Peter;

- Helps Peter avoid the more hostile undead, and tries to convince him to flee the mansion with her. Peter refuses because he Needs To Save His Dad;

- She's the one who sets fire to the mansion in the end.

The Hat Man From Post-Credit Scenes as Ogre

- Shady guy in a hat just walking around, being shady, making shady deals with other characters;

- What's his deal? Is he human? Who knows!!

Freddy the Mouse as Snowball the Rabbit

- Peter's pet!! <3 Accompanies the boy on his journey, helping him solve various puzzles;

- Technically, not the first "Freddy" that Peter had had. Previous ones may or may not have died at the hands of their owner.

THE ENDING

As the mansion and Richard's corpse are consumed by flames, there are three figures standing in the front yard. Gwen and Peter say their goodbyes to each other and Gwen asks Peter to never forget what transpired in this horrible place and to always remember those whose lives were taken by his father. With these words, she kisses him on the forehead, giving him one last blessing, and watches and Peter and Curt leave together, on their way to find a place to build a new life.

As years pass, the two settle down near some faraway, secluded town. They open a clinic where they provide medical care for free for those who need it most and everything is Good :] There No More human experimentation and Curt Does Not see more and more of Richard in Peter with each passing day :]

This is a Good ending :]

#tasm #mad father au #finally got this shit out of my system now i can rest

[veradragonjedi]

For the ask game! 12, 24, 28 and 38!

12 — already answered this one so I’ll copy-paste :3

“What’s some good advice you’d like to share?” Okay so I’m almost definitely not the best person to ask this but here goes anyway — and this is super cliche and generic BUT !! Drink water!! Go on walks outside (if you’re able — just experience fresh air in your garden or by an open window if you aren’t) and finally do things you enjoy! Play video games for a bit, paint and cook just do something that you know will make you happy! :D

24 - “what’s something you’re proud of yourself for and why?” JSJDJJSN. >:(( this is dumb and a stupid answer but Blood 😩✨ it started out as a dumb little self project where I wrote what I saw at the end of The Mandalorian S2 — then it escalated and I posted it.. soon enough I had created Blood, Blindfolds and Butterflies — and people were reading it,!?? Wtf — I thought to myself. So I made cover art and people liked that too?!?! And I posted the next chapter and I got COMMINTS.. ugh beloved writing fanfiction has brought me closer to people AND shown me who will let me infodump about my interests and who just doesn’t care. So uh. Yeah I’m super proud of myself for writing that I’ll never not be.

28 — “do you collect anything?” YES!!! Feathers, shiny/smooth rocks, pressed plants, shells, and trinkets!! :D

38 — “fave song at the moment?” Okay so uh ADHD mindset is like ‘you will love this song for a week and move on it’s simple stop wait why are you getting attach-?’ And right at this moment it’s probably a tie between: ‘Laplace’s Angel …’ and ‘well, better than the alternative’ — both by Will Wood — @deviltownresident got me addicted ffs 😭

Tysm Choco <3333

[linwelinwrites]

How I use Google Docs for writing fiction

There are so many different options when it comes to how and where you write your fiction. There's ye olde MS Word, there's Scrivener, and Manuskript, and Evernote, and Notion, and... you get the gist. But out of all the options I've ever considered or tried out, GDocs is the one I keep choosing. It's what works best for me. I'll say that again, just in case: it's my personal choice because it's what I, personally, find most intuitive, it has everything I need and I'm comfortable with it.

Which is why I want to tell you how I find it useful, so that you can evaluate what works best for you.

My favourite things about GDocs are:

How easy it is to get used to, because of its many similarities with MS Word (which is what I used for school and extracurriculars when I was young).

Sync with the Docs & Sheets mobile app, to write wherever, even if I don't have my laptop on me. And the mobile has a dark theme!

Availability offline. You can mark any document you want to be available even without internet, both in web and in the mobile app.

How many shortcuts I can use to avoid even touching my mouse (I'm a shortcut gremlin)

Amazing customisation possibilities to make your writing space exactly what you want it to be.

The advanced linking features to turn your folders into an interconnected wiki of sorts (yes, you could technically do a literal wiki, but this requires no bothersome setup)

Sharing. You can share your documents (or spreadsheets, or files, or even whole folders) with your beta readers, your co-writers, your editor if you have one (go you, fancy!), and decide how much control they have over it. You can even be on a call and edit or look at it at the same time, because it syncs by the second.

The main drawback of using GDocs is that if you're working on a long project (+30k), having it all in one file can slow down the site's performance, and the mobile app tends to crash on files that big. It sucks, but I honestly dislike big ass files anyway, so it doesn't bother me. I prefer shorter files that are easier to navigate.

There's more, but those are the reasons why even when I try other software, I still end up choosing GDocs.

Tips and Tricks

I've compiled a Guide to Google Docs and Sheets' best features when it comes to writing fiction. It covers all my fave features of both Docs and Sheets (web version). If you plan on using Gdocs and Sheets for writing, I think you should take a look. There's a lot of useful stuff in there!

If you like it, feel free to share it wherever you want. I humbly ask that you please credit me and link the original file.

Organising my documents

I have one big Writing folder, which contains the following:

'Resources' folder

This is where I keep my workskins, my templates, the files I've come across while researching, and the writing advice I've taken notes of.

'Fiction' folder

Since I mostly write fanfic, here is where I have my fics organised by fandom. My main fandoms each have their own folders, and there's another to stash all the fics for fandoms I don't usually write about.

Inside these folders, I have a simple system: if the fic is short enough to be contained in one easily navigated document, the file is loose inside the fandom folder. If it requires a separate outline, or there are too many chapters, or the word count is +25k, I group all files in a folder.

The other documents I keep in the Fiction folder are the ones that keep all my ideas, thoughts and trackers in order: my "Writing Desk" (I'll get to that in minute), the recycle bin (a document with bits and bobs I had to cut but I want to reuse at some point because they're good), my NaNo word count tracker, and my Commint Archive, a compilation of the nicest comments I've gotten on my fics, to keep me going when I'm stuck and unmotivated.

How I keep all these files handy

There's nothing I hate more than having to search for a file I don't remember the name of or where I put it. So I devised a digital Writing Desk to keep everything writing related in one place.

If you want to know how it works and check it out for yourself, you can take a look at it here:

Template for my Writing Desk

A guide on how to use and tweak it to your liking

This keeps every link to all the dusty corners of my writing folder in one single spreadsheet, which makes the whole thing so much easier to navigate. I can find anything in seconds; from the fics I'm currently working on, to abandoned drafts I haven't touched in months, prompts I've come across, wild plot bunnies I came up with at 3 am, to every rarepair I want to write about, to every one of my notes with writing advice and resources I've found and hoarded over time.

Again, feel free to share all this (I'm excited to share it with whomever might need it), but please credit me and link the original files, not copies. It took me a long time to come up with this and documenting it was also a lengthy process.

I have more templates that I'll be posting about very soon, for different writing-related purposes. So...

#writer stuff #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writing #fanfiction #google docs #google sheets #writerscommunity #linwelin's resources

[boilyerheid]

for once I have finished a chapter and am not posting it yet because it’s nearly 11pm on a sunday night and I will combust if people miss it 

#KYW #FTAGH #IT JUST MEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY #WHEN I DON'T GET COMMINT AND LUV I CRY #also I need to look it over with fresh eyes because sol got Real Twisty in there for a bit #I never know when is best to post stuff so folk see it

[zuffer-weird-girl]

No way out...

Drinking with the gang.

That was supposed to be joyful one, isn't that right? One single moment where you just can say fuck the world and enjoy the least bit of sanity you're suppose to have while being a part of the league... well, now Paranormal Liberation Front.

At least the clothes and the condition of living were better than sharing a room in a dirty bar or just moving into abandoned buildings...

He wasn't someone who ever thought about getting lucky on this shit called life of his. Yet now he had some fucking food and a partner to just wrap his arm around their waist, and behind closed doors kiss amd fuck with all his heart content.

And it made it better when your morals happen to be similiar with his ones. You didn't gave two shits about Shigaraki's plans besides having a huge respect towards him... somehow.

He knew about how you lost your parents to heroes. Two people whose was only trying to provide for their kids only to be caught stealing food at the wrong moment and wrong place...

Despite all of his issues and yours. You two made a good match... and he was, dare he say, happy. More happier than he ever was.

Right now, on the middle of drinking your heads off, Toga and Twice had come up with a game. Throwing a fucking knife around and just hoping no one got actually hurt by it. Simple, if you catched the bottle without breaking it, you had to tell a story or just do something stupid.

Similiar to truth and dare but... a bit more spice on it.

"CATCH (Y/N)! OH SHIT DUCK!" Twice yelled and Dabi didn't even bothered to move as his arm continued on your shoulders as you merely lifted one of your fingers up and stopped the knife on mid air.

"Metallokinesis". Your quirk was quite an ordinary but by no means less useful.

"Buuuu you're no fun (Y/n)-chan!" Toga whined on her seat with a pout as you chuckled and rotted the knife on the air while swirling your finger along with it.

"Right right, as if I would be let to be stabbed here." You commented, giggling at the snort Dabi let out before you actually grabbed the knife "So, embarrassing thing or story of my life?"

"You just happen to be the second most mysterious one of this league excluding crusty over there." Spinner pointed with his can at Dabi "Say something about no one here knows."

"Huh..." you poked the tip of knife on your chin with a thoughtful expression before letting out a gasp.

"Found one aparently." Mr. Compress spike from his seat.

"Welp, guess it wouldn't hurt to it." You leaned more on Dabi as he sighed in content.

Neither his own blue flames could compare to the warm feeling you brought to his uncharacteristically cold soul.

"There was this one last time I saw my brother. He was such a dick, but he took care of me after my parents died so I own my life to him kinda of."

"Brother huh?" He opened of his turquoise eyes in amusement. You never mentioned about a brother even after everything you told him about your past, so that was new.

"Yep. He told me how to especially control my quirk-" you levitated the knife and made her twirl in the air "His quirk wasn't something useful sadly.. his hands turned into diamonds but for only what? Two minute s or less I guess. Yet he never stopped being a fighter and a trouble maker." You giggled.

"You're a magnet to shitty assholes. HE SOUNDED NICE!" Dabi only threw a half glare at Twice as Toga giggled.

"But back on. One time we were walking on the middle of the night, comminting some robberies to put at least a piece of bread on the table... but then we just happened to cross by the current number one hero himself!" You spoke on a venom tone who only made him snort. He could care two fucks about Enji yet it was fun to see how fucking pissed you are with the bastard.

"And he beat your brother's ass." Spinner spoke as you only took a sip form your own drink.

"He beat my and his ass." You let go of the drink "My brother just happened to pull me out of the way of his flames, he used his quirk to prevent a potential burn yet he got some scars outra of it."

Dabi suddenly tensed... he remembered one night he was doing his researches fro recruits... Usually you would go with him, but Shigaraki demanded your services for something else on that night...

"Scars?" Toga asked with a sick smile.

"Yeah. A burn that crossed from his jaw until the midsection of his nose and a deep cut that crossed his forehead to his lef cheek. Almost lost vision of one eye."

Memories clouded his mind... it was cold... his footsteps echoed on the empty streets before they come to a stop when he saw someone.

"He got burns all over his body yet his hands remained intact... probably because of his quirk sure."

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The guy stared at him while he demanded to be on the league... the quirk wasn't useful to them... the man was cocky and didn't care about morals and didn't even gave him a reason to be there, just a "I need to."

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"He was always a thick head. If he wanted something than he get it or got beaten up because of it... so when Endeavoyr fought him... he gave his best." You spike proudly as a shen of sweat started to appear on Dabi's forehead.

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Doing a backflip after jumping and dodging one of his attacks he cursed and sended a huge wave of flames towards the man whose shouted curses at him.

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"Then what happened?"

"Endeavour focused more on my brother as his sidekick chased me. My brother shouted at me to run that he would find me on our usual spot...then I made a run for it and attracted the sidekick far away from the fight to not cause my brother more trouble."

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The guy was totally fucked up... laying on the concret as Dabi took one bar of metal from a trash can and stared down at him... the motherfucker made him loose a few of his stables so he had to fucking pay...

"Still alive I see..." he muttered in boredoom as a thunder echoed... rain drops appeared and fell on them as his victim's haw trembled yet his (E/c) remained that pathetic determined infuriated look.

"F-Fuck.. off..."

"Huh." he heated up with his quirk one part of the metal and pushed against the guy's chest as he steeped on him with one foot... enjoying hearing his screams of pain. "Not as confident as it looks huh..?

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"I couldn't find him and honestly it was for the better. No deaths or prisons were notification so that's how I knew and know he is okay.." you smiled as Dabi clenched his hand on his leg as his breath quickened.

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He tortured the man on that filfh and wet alley... the guy's was with closed eyes, whimpering yet his body still thought to stay alive...

"Last words scumbag?" He arched one of his eyebrows up as he had the burning hot piece of metal right on aim on where the human heart lived.

He gagged on his own blood and coughed... opening one of his beaten up eyes at the sky as he muttered something before Dabi pushed and kicked down the bar of metal... letting the man at least exhale his one last final breath...

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"I met Dabi one week after and the rest you guys know." You leaned back in smugness as they clapped but furrowed your eyebrows when Dabi shuffled his arm away from you noticing how tense he was.

He now remembered... his last fucking word was a name... Your name.

Your brother died by his hands...

"I need a cigarette." Dabi muttered before leaving the room abruptly while everyone stared at him in a mix of worry and confusion.

"Is Dabs okay? gO CRY LIKE A LITTPE BITCH-!" You sighed at Twice's comment before using your quirk to threw the knife at Spinner who yelled when it got stuck on the wall he was leaving against at.

On the balcony Dabi exhaled shakily a cloud of nicotine as he stared at the sky with a regretful look... he killed a member of your family... one you cherished and hoped to see again and believed he was still out there... breathing.

"Never took you for the type to just leave a room to smoke baby." You hugged him from behind and he looked over his shoulder to see you smilling sweetly up at him...

Gosh he felt terrible... should he tell you or be selfish...?

"Hey... are you.. okay?" You started as you got by his side when he didn't teased you back for your comment.

He stared at the cigarette on his hand and sighed before flipping it out of his hand and watching it fall...

"Doll..." he sighed before giving you a one sided painful look "I'm... dammit." He scoffed, burying his half burned face on his forearms... feeling your gentle carres and hugs didn't bringed him any calm like before because he fucking knew what he had done...

"Hey.. whatever it is is okay my prince." You cupped his face on your hand and smiled up at him "Just tell me..."

He furrowed his eyebrows as a wind passed by... his indigo strays of hair flew as he stared in remorse at your face...

"What you told back there..." he sighed before looking away from you as your hand dropped and tugged on his own "(Y/n)... I am.. sorry."

"For what?" You giggled in astonishment "Dabs, it was not your fault my brother got into a fight with Enji! I'm going to find him again as soon as this hero society is collapsed." You smiled but soon it fell when Dabi only brushed his scarred hand on his face and looks as he looked at the city...

"Dabi?" You spike after a few minutes of silence before he muttered, shoulders hunched.

"Remember that night I came back to the bar and had almost half of my staples out? And when you shouted at me I said I killed the motive of me being all beaten up and we started dating?"

"Yeah it was when I admitted my feelings towards you dumbass. What's with it?" You nervously giggled

The way his turquoise eyes locked with you were what hurted you the most. It showed his true emotions... Fear, regret, sorrow... grief...

"Doll... you wont be meeting your brother anymore... he won't come back..." he managed to whisper but soon a shot in his heart was felt by the way your eyes widened...

You took a few steps away from him and he hissed mentally when he stepped closer to you and you only got more far away from him.

"No..." tears started to gather on your eyes as Dabi furrowed his eyebrows and extended his hand towards you only to widen his eyes when you used your quirk to move plataforms of metal to make an escape... far away from him.

He shouted your name when you jumped while using your quirk to get on the ground... running away from... everything as he tried to follow... ignoring the questions from his commurates.

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He couldn't even find you since the heroes started to attack...

Hawks was a traitor. This didn't surprised him one bit...

Yet what caught him out of guard was the fact that both Twice and you were... killed.

Jin had at least made it to Toga to speak his last words to her... but you in favor of saving him, got the most hurt.

Couldn't even mutter a word to him as he held your limb body on his arms.

He was sad... but something more consumed him.

Anger. His wrath was enough to keep a smile on his face as he burned the wings of the responsible for his lover's death.

He was a bastard that deserved living on a personal hell... yet, he could at least keep alive to keep the promise of crushing this hero fake society and comply to his lover's words that always made him want to tear up.. but he couldn't due to his condition.

"I love your smile Dabi."

#dabi x reader #imagine dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabi scenarios #bnha dabi #bnha villains #bnha fanfiction #zuffer writings #eeyyyy angsty with a hint of brother bear reference- #i hate myself for this

[candlelight27]

This Never Happened

Summary: You and the Mandalorian capture a rascal in a brothel, but there is something in the air that could change your relationship with him forever. Just your typical sex pollen fic.

Warnings: SMUT, NON CON-SEX POLLEN, Angst, brief mentions of blood and injures, tiniest bit of fluff but it becomes angst, a bit of breeding kink, Soft Mando and fucking on the Razor Crest

Pairings: The Mandalorian x Female Reader

Word Count: 3741

AO3: This Never Happened

A/N: I will say what I said on AO3: I have commintment issues so this might or might not have a sequel. Also, it’s a mess because I can’t think straight with this man there. Enjoy your filth!

The Mandalorian was freezing the new bounty you captured in carbonite. At the same time, you were sitting on your bunk taking off your armour piece by piece. That fugitive cut you on your forearm and you had to clean the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but you’d rather not run the risks of infection.

It hadn’t taken long to capture the asset. After all, it was an easy mission. He had stolen something valuable from someone who had enough money to pay the guild, or so said Karga. He wasn’t expecting either of you. In fact, he was taking part in the usual activities of a brothel when you captured him. The Mandalorian wanted to wait until he exited the building to trap him, but you pointed out it was starting to snow and that the chance of losing him in the chase was big. After all, storms were common in that planet, and the city had a lot of tunnels and bunkers. He trusted your gut, and you had him in cuffs right away.

Everything ran smoothly, except for the hidden knife in his calf. You had to admit it: you were distracted since you entered the building, thinking about Mando and the place you were in. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. The cut was barely a scratch, you’d had it far worse. Still Mando broke his nose as soon as he immobilized the man, “to make sure he stops resisting”, but you knew better.

You had been working together for a while, but in the recent missions his behaviour was slightly different. He liked you better than any of other members of the guild: you were efficient and didn’t ask many questions. But of course, you didn’t lie to yourself and accepted the fact that he sought your help because the job got done quicker when there were two hunters. However, you couldn’t repress the feeling of a growing affinity between both of you. He’d chat from time to time. He’d let you roam the ship with no surveillance. And he’d been very protective when your life was in danger. You were worried. And so was he, but you couldn’t have known that.

“Why do we always have to use your ship?” You wondered out loud as you tried to shoo away your fears. You took off the heavier layers covering your body, leaving yourself in a mere tank top that displayed the cut along with some dark bruises. The hissing of the carbonite machine subsided, and he walked to his particular armoury. You watched the way he moved, his impressive presence invading all your senses to the point you almost forgot what you were doing.

“Your flying skills are disastrous.” His voice was distant, as he was putting away all his blasters and various weapons. You huffed. Your flying skills had saved him once.

The snow had become a dangerous blizzard and the Razor Crest was shaking. You could hear the metallic tingling from almost all the tortured pieces of the ship. Yet despite the weather outside, you felt a strange warmth surrounding you.

“Isn’t the air too stuffy in here? I thought an ice planet was supposed to be cold.” He didn’t answer. You wished you could take off your mask, but it had to stay on for completely different reasons than Mando’s, after all it was the only way to ensure your safety.

He turned around and faced you. You can’t deny it, he is imposing, plain and simple. But it never was a problem before. Your breath was becoming shallow. As he was moving closer, you noticed he had removed his cape and his chest plate. He took your arm in his gloved hand as he observed the clean cut intently. The skin under the leather of his glove was burning and a sudden want hit you. You were confused by the explicit thoughts clouding your judgement.

It’s not that you never had any fantasy of him. You had. But usually they happened later, when you had your eyes closed and all the time you wanted to distract yourself. But in that moment, all you could concentrate on was the need to have his bare skin touching you.

Then, he covered your wound with a bandage. But he didn’t let your arm go from his grip.

“You are sweating” He simply stated. You frowned. “Does your chest feel heavy?”

“Yes, Mando. So do my arms and legs.” You sighed. “I guess I’m just tired.”

“No.”

You could hear his deep breaths through the modulator. The grasp of his fingers was stronger than before. He came closer to you, until your legs were grazing his. His broad chest went up and down slowly. Could he possibly feel it too?

All of a sudden, a gust of wind collided with the side of the ship. The Mandalorian lost his balance and fell, dragging you in the process. You landed over him. You head nested in his clavicle, his knee opening your legs. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist.  as he caught you in a reflex action. You raise your head and your mask hits in his helmet. He tightens his already firm grip on you, squeezing your breasts against him. He surely was seeing your cleavage at this point. On the other hand, you can’t help but squirm, because it seemed that your body pressed against his was the most delightful contact you’d ever had. There was no way he wasn’t feeling everything you felt.

“I think we’ve been drugged.” His voice was a mere whisper.

“In the brothel?” He nodded. Well, that made sense.

“I thought it was just a hormone concoction they put in the air to increase their earnings… but it seems stronger than I anticipated.”

“I’m sorry.” You said with a pang of guilt. “This wouldn’t have happened if-”

“Shut up.” You blinked in surprise – not that he could see it – because you had forgotten he could be that blunt. “I’m sorry… Listen, it’s just… I don’t like this.”

Of course he didn’t. He had been struggling lately to conceal the torrent of emotions that was destroying him inside. And he managed to do so, even though there were some mistakes. Like when he stared at you longer than necessary when you shot your blaster. Or when he overprotected you from time to time.

“I should get up.”

You tried to raise yourself to no avail. He was not letting you go. You cursed. Just when you think you know this man, he finds new ways to amaze you. His muscles became tense when he realised what he was doing. The friction between the two of you increases the temperature of your skin even more.

“Please. Don’t go.” There’s a need within you that’s consuming. You dig your fingers in the flesh of his shoulder. “Now that I got you in my arms… I can’t let you go.”

“This is totally unprofessional.” You teased, but let your hand roam his clothed chest. This was a total mess.

“And unpractical.” He added.

“You are lucky it’s me and not other member of the guild, you know?” His gloved hands found their way under your top, caressing their way timidly.

“Listen…” He managed to say despite the drug overshadowing his senses. He tried to set rules, to have any sense of control. “Once this situation ends, we will pretend it never happened.”

You were disappointed, it was inevitable. But you understood. Life as a bounty hunter was hard; life was generally hard. You understood he didn’t want any strong attachment. It would just endanger your missions and both of you. You didn’t know what you were expecting. Still, it hurt. And you couldn’t distanc from him a single centimetre, because you were pulled to him by the dirty lust that was burning you down. You were going to take whatever he had to offer, and you’d take it without a doubt.  

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want. It will hurt but we won’t die.” He said when you didn’t answer. Was it worry disguised as apathy in his voice? But how could you say no when the honey was so close to your lips?

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I was just… thinking.”

“About what?” He was afraid of both your agreement and disagreement.

“It doesn’t work like that and you know it. If we do this we’ll have to part ways.”

“It was going to happen soon or later.” As he spoke, your heart broke a little. He was right. So why not leave with a good memory?

“Do you often…?” You didn’t know how to finish the question. You were curious. You didn’t know how you were going to do anything with all his creed.

“Does it matter?”

“Not really.”

Then, another gust of wind must have almost knocked down the Razor Crest, because you and Mando were thrown against the metal wall. the lights flickered. You then sat, using that opportunity to separate yourself, even though it didn’t calm you at all. He stood up, and his helmet tilted like he was thinking.

“Go to the bunk. I’m going to turn the lights off.”

“What for?” You frowned, confused.

“So I can… take the helmet off. And that horrible mask of yours too.”

“As if your helmet is better.” It was. At least it protected his head, but you didn’t find anything better to cover your face in the scrapyard. And you definitely were not wearing a helmet of an Imp. “If you see me, I’d have to kill you.” You reminded him as a joke. Because even if you tried to kill him, you’d likely turn out to be the one killed.

“Go to the bunk.”

He disappeared into the cockpit.

He had a point. It was pitch black in the ship without any light.

You walked to the bunk he used to sleep. It was uncomfortable – in fact, you preferred to sleep in the seats back in the cockpit –, but it would do. Your legs were shaking in anticipation. The sensation in your lower abdomen burnt, and the air seemed scorching. Your desire was starting to hurt more and more. Your feet felt light, numb, while your head was dizzy.

The lights were turned off. You couldn’t see a thing. The Mandalorian appeared soon after, his boots jangled against the bars of the ladder.

He moved in the darkness like a predator in search of his prey, silent, stealthy. His footsteps were light, which meant he had taken off his gear. You didn’t realise he was right in front of you until he touched your neck with his bare hands.

You lifted your arms and grabbed the base of the beskar helmet.

“Can I take it off?”

There was a pause. He was mulling over the question, the implications. He was confident when it was all in his imaginations, he had pictured this moment a lot of times. He didn’t want to say no.

“Yes.” You didn’t waste any more time and discarded it on the side. Next, you took off your own mask.

It hadn’t even fallen to the floor when he pressed you against the wall next to the bunk and touched your face. His palms and fingers felt your cheeks and your mouth. You smiled and touched him back. The fuzz on his chin, the thin hair on his head, his neck, his ears, his lips. It was as if you were trying to portrait him without your eyes, but you just were trying to see what he’d do, you were scared to ruin the situation and the only thing you had the guts to do was imitating him. So you waited and entertained yourself with the lines of his face. He seemed to enjoy it, his breathes deeper and longer.

“They were just a few here and there.” You didn’t know what he was talking about. “And never without the helmet… Never like this.” You realised he was answering to you question before, whether he did have sex often. “Happy?”

“You could say so.” You felt flattered, but you wouldn’t admit that to him. “You could kiss me now, your know?”

He complied quickly.

His lips were all over yours, soft compared to the coarse fuzz around them. It was a desperate kiss, almost animalistic. Now that it was just you and him, no helmet or mask between you, it felt intimate, passionate, vulnerable. It was a dream made of glass. Without your sight, your other senses were overwhelmed. He let his hands roam your sides as he dangerously approached your breasts. You also could smell him. He smelled like sweat and dirt, for you just came back from the mission, but you didn’t care, it just turned you on more when you remembered the way he carries himself in front of an objective, the way he threatens them…

The Mandalorian bit your lip to beg you for entrance. He was being burnt out by his lust too; by your scene, by your skin, your hair, your mouth. You opened your lips and let your tongue wander. And, by the stars, he tasted heavenly. You wondered how he’d taste elsewhere. You didn’t know if all these sensations were product of the drug, but they felt better than any fantasy. He was overwhelming.

He couldn’t get enough of you. Every brush of your lips made him lose his mind a little bit more. It was something he had never experienced before.

He lifted you off the ground, turned around and sat on the bunk, making you sit on his lap. You immediately felt his erection.

“Take off your shirt.” You ordered.

When his toned torso was naked, you bit the flesh between his neck and shoulder. And he moaned loudly. You kept going, tasting his skin. He held onto your bottom and you moved your hips, grinding your centre with his. As you were back to kissing his lips, you used your nails to scratch his chest. He tensed underneath you.

The Mandalorian loved everything you had to offer. He wouldn’t stop touching, feeling you up and down. He was hungry. Both of you had almost forgotten how you got there in the first place.

“I see you are excited.” You giggled as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t tease me.” He grunted, and he grabbed your cheeks and led you back to his mouth. You started to undo your pants and his. He let you free while you discarded your clothes.

“I like your voice without the modulator.”

Again, he caught you off guard and laid you horizontally. He trapped you with his body. you could feel his manhood on your leg, so close yet so far. His hot breath on your ear.

“Have you ever thought of this before?” He sounded husky. He was trying to tease you too.

“Yes. At night, Mando, I often dream of you all over me the way you are right now.” You took him in your hand. Why were you even telling him that? There was something twisted in working the Mandalorian up, but he liked it, by the sounds he was making.

He was thick and long. You had forgotten about the drug, but another pang travelled your body, intensifying the fire in your guts.

This time you flipped him over. You placed yourself right upon him. As you straddled him, he put his hands on your hips. He reached over and kissed your bosom. He slowly covered one nipple with his lips, licking and biting in the lightest way. It was hard to believe a man like him could be so delicate, which only turned you on even more.

“How about we get to the main act?”

“Are you ready?” He asked with shameless lechery.

To answer you just guided your wetness to his erection. He straightened it. His head was going in, and you could feel the stretch. You could only feel the relief. Your walls were making room for him but contracted from time to time, and the lewd groans he let out made you forget the world. He was so lost in you, he didn’t know what to do, so he just tried to kiss you again. You let him, as you lowered in a slow pace. He was being rough now, impatient to have you all for himself, his frenzied tongue looking for something. He then met your end.

“You feel so good.” Mando struggled to pronounce the words he wanted to say. “You are wonderful… I wish I could see you… Fuck…” You loved what you were hearing. You wanted him to keep saying those things. You wanted to hear them more than only once. You bounced on his cock, first careful, then with confidence. “Yes, do that. Keep doing that.”

“Yes, Mando.” You smiled and obliged him.

He was filling you up like no one else before him. You went up and down, not too fast, as if you didn’t want to lose focus – yet you had lost it when it all started. He kissed you, you didn’t know how, but you adored how his restless mouth couldn’t be satisfied. He was an endless well and he wanted more and more and more. His hand, calloused, pressed on the lower part of your back, helping your movements. He was in and out, the pleasure expanding throughout your core.

“I love how you fill me up, Mando.”

“How so?” Apparently, you weren’t the only one who liked being praised.

“You are so big, you just hit there…” You couldn’t form anything coherent. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

It was the point of no return. He started moving his hips. Mando thrusted into you, he pinned your down so you couldn’t move. He was rough, now all teeth and heat.

“This is… so unfair.” You complained. You could faint right there. At the same time, you wanted to stop, because you had the need to make him feel good, to make him cum on your own and prove something, but he was so delicious, all the sensations so pleasant and satisfying, but you just let him continue. His pubes were grazing your clitoris, his cock was filling you nonstop, building the awaited orgasm. “Mando! I’m going to cum.”

“Where can I…?” He slowed down.

“Inside. It’s safe, I got it covered.” You smiled, and he noticed your curving lips. What he would have given to see that smile. “Even if you were trying to get me pregnant-”

Suddenly he was rigid, but he didn’t stop.

Could it be…?

“What is it, Mando? You want to put a child in me?” You didn’t know why, but that made you hornier. You blamed your drugged hormones for that.

“Shut up…” He said weakly.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. It’s natural.” He went faster. He was fucking you out of his mind. “You can cum inside my cunt, Mando. I know you want it. I know you want to get me pregnant… Just do it.”

That was the last straw. He climaxed, and his plentiful cum filled you.

“This is not ending like this.”

In a second, he had your back on the thin mattress. Two fingers went inside your cunt, he didn’t care about his seed. He was unmerciful and hectic.

“What the hell…?” You didn’t finish the sentence.

“You made me cum too soon, darling, with all your dirty talk. Now it’s your turn.” He didn’t stop his motions, accentuating his words with his movements. Soon, you were there again, riding his fingers. He lifted one of your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He knew where to touch, how deep. You wished you could see the muscles on his hand flexing...

His relentless attack was fruitful; your orgasm washed over you in no time. He could feel your wetness sliding down his forearm.

The Mandalorian laid next to you. You could barely move, but you accommodated him. He extended one arm for you to rest your head and drew your back to his chest firmly with his other arm. You were blissful like that. Yet something broke the peace.

“Mando?” You felt something wet on your neck. He didn’t answer, but by his erratic breathing, you figured he was crying. You turned around, wishing it wasn’t dark and that it wasn’t you and him, just two people who could love each other. You hugged his head and made him lean on your chest. He hugged you back.

“Mando?” You tried again. “Was it…?” Your mind was now racing, thinking what could have hurt him. “I didn’t want to be cruel, I’m really sorry-”

“No. It’s not you. You did nothing wrong.”

“What can I do to soothe you?” You lovingly stroke his hair.

You knew you couldn’t do anything. Everything you feared was happening. There was nothing either of you could do. A relationship was out of your hands. It would only endanger you. Too many risks, too many secrets. It wouldn’t work.

“I don’t want to.” He muttered. You kept moving your fingertips in circles.

“What don’t you want to?”

“I don’t want to act as if this didn’t happen. But we have to.” His grip was stronger now. “I’m afraid… this will turn out horribly for both of us.” Had it not been for the silence of the night, you wouldn’t have heard him. “We can’t work together… At least not soon. Not soon… I can’t see you get hurt and-”

“Mando, calm down.” You gulped.

“Neither of us can afford love.” He sounded mournful.

“I know. Just…” You sighed. “We won’t see each other in a while. I can make sure of it… Karga will arrange it.”

“I’m sorry.” He was starting to breathe evenly again. “I should have controlled myself and-” He interrupted himself. “Can we stay like this? Until we get back to Nevarro?”

“Yes.” It hurt. It hurt too much. But having a last moment with him was enough in your cruel circumstances. There was silence. “Mando” You called him.

“What?”

“I’m sorry I fell in love with you. But there was no way I could have prevented it.”

You stayed like that in the darkness until you fell asleep and hoped that the hour to wake up never arrived.

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