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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 5

A/N: We finally made it through episode 2x1/9!!!! This is the most episode heavy part, and I apologize for that. I guess spoiler warning if you haven’t seen the show? Lots of dialogue from the show. Future parts won’t be this episode/dialogue heavy.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes right to the end of episode 2x1/9, The Marshal.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Cobb Vanth is…. Himself.

Word count: 5,364

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

Vanth explained how he came to have the armor as your little party sped across the desert. He may have been a flirt and a bit rough around the edges, but you felt yourself warming to him slowly. His heart was in the right place, and what he did was selfless and brave. If anyone was going to do anything while wearing Mandalorian armor, this was the right use for it. He was just protecting his town and its people. You’d like to think you’d do the same, given the circumstances.

Pulling into a canyon, you both slowed the speeder bikes down, when suddenly there was an ominous, echoing howl that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was low, almost a growl, and unlike anything you’d ever heard.

Holding up his hand in a motion to stop, Vanth pulled to the side in a sweeping move, situating his speeder between him and the noise, so you followed suit. Din was already off the speeder with his rifle drawn and braced on the seat by the time you made it off the bike. Scrambling behind him as the canyon walls echoed with the eerie cry, the sand seeming to want to swallow your feet and keep you from moving efficiently, you glanced at the child in his satchel seat on the back as you perched behind Din’s shoulder.

The child whined softly before withdrawing into the sack to hide, making you swallow roughly, your eyes turning toward where the sound was growing louder just a few yards ahead.

Glancing to Vanth, you saw his rifle drawn, you heard the safety click off, and motion out of the corner of your eye drew your gaze back in front of you. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen, a four legged creature with menacing jaws that you had no hope of describing any further past that. It’s menacing aura taking up the whole of your focus. More of them step out from behind the rocks, and you lose count after three.

Out of nowhere, Din lets out a bellow from deep in his gut, the sound echoing off the stone walls. The creatures freeze, turning to him curiously, and you’re sure you do much the same.

Setting his Amban sniper rifle back on the speeder, he got up and walked around the little shelter it provided, gesturing with his hand to wait when Vanth began to protest. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to say something, too. To keep him there with you, safe behind the tiny cover the bike gave, hidden in its shadow, or to grab your own blaster at your hip and run along beside him. But you trusted him.

Walking out in front of the beasts, he grabbed something out of a pocket on his belt, and you realized it was one of the child’s snacks. He had gotten one out at the cantina what felt like a lifetime ago now. Glancing over to the kid, you saw him leaning back out of his satchel, and when he noticed the cookie in his caretaker’s grip, his eyes narrowed accusingly. The corner of your mouth twitched up the slightest bit at the exchange before it faded back to a thin line as your focus returned to the Mandalorian.

After more exchanges of what you could only call grunts, the creature happily ran up to him, making you take in a sharp breath, holding onto it until you processed that the creature took the snack, and was contentedly groaning as Din rubbed its side fondly. All the other creatures in the pack seemed to relax as well, and it seemed the disaster had been avoided, until three tall robed figures emerged from behind the rocks.

You may have never left Coruscant before, but you knew enough to know these were Sand People. Tusken Raiders. The nomads who survived in the harsh wilds of Tatooine for centuries.

Once again your breath is stolen and refuses to come again as you take in the newcomers, a breath you didn’t know you were holding escaping as Din rises to his feet slowly and begins to converse with them in the same strange grunting language. He begins to gesture with his hands in precise, calculated movements, and you realize it’s part of their language. You’re not surprised he knows this, it’s a fact you’d know for a while that he knew multiple languages. But you were still in awe as you watched him, something akin to pride swelling in your chest as he calmly conversed with them.

“What’s he doing?” Vanth hissed at you, eyes never leaving the situation, same as the aim of his rifle.

“He’s helping,” you smiled as you continued to watch the exchange. They echoed his sounds, hands gesturing back, a back and forth.

“Hey, partner, you want to tell me what’s going on?” Vanth said a little louder, directing his attention toward Din.

Turning toward your companion, Din spoke calmly. “They want to kill the kryat dragon, too.”

After another brief exchange with the Tuskens, Din made his way back toward the speeder, stopping to rub the creature's head one last time, making its back leg thump in ecstasy.

“We’ll follow them to their camp, stay there tonight while we discuss terms, then go see the kryat in the morning to make a plan.”

Vanth let out a scoff, but obliged all the same, stowing his rifle away on the bike and getting back on his speeder.

“Can you teach me?” You asked Din suddenly, making him pause as he tightened his rifle back down.

“Teach you what?”

“Languages. Well, right now - not right now right now, later - specifically what you were just doing with your hands,” you gestured with your own hands in a poor imitation of it before waving it away like a bad smell. “I don’t think I can do the whole grunting thing, but-” you took a deep breath, your excitement getting the better of you. “-in general, I want to know how to speak to people we meet.”

Vanth let out a snort over the roar of his speeder. “Did you catch all that?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes before looking back at Din.

“Yeah, I did,” Din said, and you could have sworn he was smiling under the helmet. “I speak her language.”

Xxx

You sat to Din’s left by the fire in the Tusken camp. He sat up on top of a crate, the child between his feet with the crate at his back. Vanth sat to his right on a low bench, looking extremely uncomfortable in the company of so many Tuskens.

You watched in amazement as Din conversed back and forth with them yet again, a faint smile on your face.

They pulled out two small dark melons, pushing their thumbs into them to break them open, and an opaque steam rose up from the contents. One was handed to Vanth, one to yourself, and you took it with a smile, not wanting to be rude.

Vanth sniffed his briefly before mumbling to Din, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You drink it,” Din said simply.

Hearing this, you shrugged, taking a deep breath, and took a sip. It didn’t taste great, in fact, it didn’t taste good, it was dubious, but you swallowed it, lowering the melon held in both your hands slowly down to your lap. Trying to suppress a violent shudder, you plastered a small smile on your face, letting out a quiet, delayed, “Mmmm…. Interesting.” Looking up toward Din, you saw him looking at you, as well as everybody else, but the tilt of his helmet showed his amusement at your reaction.

The kid was looking at you with a somewhat disgusted face, and you filed that away for later, finally finding something he didn’t want to eat.

“Well that sold it,” Vanth muttered sarcastically, looking away from you and staring at his own melon. “It stinks.”

“Do you want their help?” Din asked dryly, shoulders somewhat hunched as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees with a sigh.

“Not if I have to drink this.”

After that it turned chaotic, the Tuskens becoming angered at his refusal, and Vanth shooting accusations right back, even tossing his mellon into the fire, angering them further, and Din caught in the middle having to translate between them.

Finally, Din stood up, fire blasting from his vambrace, and everyone stilled, except for the child, who looked up with wide eyes and cooed happily.

He brokered a truce between them, ending with, “Now how do we kill it?” as he used the hand signs in their language to benefit both parties.

After more back and forth, though much calmer this time around, the Tuskens retired for the night, going to various tents around the camp.

Vanth let out a groan, scrubbing his hands down his face as he slumped further into the bench behind him and the sand beneath him, hands parting to hold his face on each cheek, giving his head a gentle shake. His eyes were wide as he stared into the fire with a look you’d seen people walk into your bar with one too many times. You wanted to lend an ear, but something about him was asking for space, so you stayed where you were.

Turning his face to you, Din sighed, turning on the crate he sat on to fully face you, once again sitting with his elbows braced on his knees, leaning in closer to you. Turning where you sat in the sand to face him, you mirrored his stance with your crossed legs, smiling as you settled your chin on your fist.

He let out a huff of laughter before sighing. “Well, that was something.”

“I’ll say,” you agreed. “Also, I had no idea you could shoot fire out of your vambrace, so I’ll ask again, where does it all go?”

He chuckled. “I can do it with both of them.”

“Showoff,” you mumbled, glancing over to check on the kid, finding him poking at Vanth’s discarded melon sitting on the ground near the fire.

Din turned his head to follow your gaze, moving to reach out toward the kid and stop him, but you put your hand on his arm quickly, shushing him. He tilted his visor at you for a second before turning back to the kid.

The child tentatively poked the melon, becoming braver when nothing happened. Reaching out he pulled it towards him, rolling it off of its side, and a thin wisp of the opaque mist wafted to his nose, making him take a deep sniff, then promptly gag, shoving the melon away with vigor, backing himself away at the same time.

You and Din both burst out laughing. The child startled at the sound, looked and realized he was being watched, he started crying, letting out little pathetic whimpers.

“Oh, buddy,” Din said through chuckles, scooping the small green child into his arms, unable to stop his laughing.

You took the kid from him, holding him close as he pouted, and you mimicked the face. “I’m sorry, bud. We weren’t laughing at you. Vanth just told us a really funny joke right at the same time, didn’t you, Vanth?” You turned your gaze up to the Marshal slowly, narrowing your eyes at him to play along.

The child looked to him with teary eyes, sniffling, and Vanth’s wide eyes looked between you and the child as he remained silent, looking somewhat shell shocked from the whole day of events. One hand cradled his chin, covering his mouth, and the other supported it across his chest.

Slowly, Din turned his head to look at Vanth, and the Marshal’s eyes grew impossibly wider before he nodded vigorously, arms lowering to his sides, leaning his weight around nervously. “Yeah. Oh yeah. Hilarious joke. Horrible timing. So sorry, little guy.” He cracked a nervous grin before his eyes darted back to the Mandalorian, a sigh of relief leaving him when Din gave a brief nod, his eyes closing, hands coming back up to cradle his face once again.

Xxx

You rode atop banthas the next day to get to the kryat dragon. A long line in front of and behind you. Glancing back at the kid where he sat in his satchel on the rear of the creature showed he was more than okay, looking around at everything contentedly.

Turning back to face forward, you winced. Squinting in the sun, you let out a groan. “I don’t want to complain, but….”

Sitting in front of you, reins for the animal in his hands loosely, Din prodded you on. “But….?” He turned his head to the side to look at you in your perch behind him.

“I need to be in front whenever we go places here. Your armor is too reflective, it’s giving me a headache.”

“You’re telling me,” Vanth muttered from his bantha behind the two of you, making you smile. Looking over your shoulder to see him, he was squinting with a hand held out in front of him in an attempt to block some of the excess light. “It’s like a third sun.”

You snickered, turning back, burying your face into his cowl and turning your head to the side so you could watch the dunes pass by without the beskar glare, resting on the worn material. “Plus I’m kinda terrified your jetpack is gonna go off and roast me,” you mumbled, making Din chuckle.

“That won’t happen,” he said softly, amused, one gloved hand coming to rest on your hands where they met, clasped tightly around his abdomen, in comfort. His thumb began to lightly trace your knuckles, almost absently, and you sighed into the material you rested against.

Taking a deep breath, you held it for a moment, realizing the material smelled like him. Of course it did, you thought, rolling your eyes at yourself as you let the breath out. But after another brief moment of thought, you turned your head just slightly inward, tucking your nose in just a little bit more, and took normal, steady breaths.

“You okay up there, darlin’?” Vanth’s teasing voice lilted behind you, making you clench your jaw at the intrusion.

“Just fine. Thanks, Marshal. But you really should stop staring at the sun, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not good for you?”

Vanth chuckled. “Always was a slow learner,” he teased.

You could feel Din’s laugh at the exchange vibrating his cuirass under your hands.

His head turned just a bit to look down at you, still looking out at the vast sea of sand, and if anyone asked Vanth to put money on it, he would have bet the Mandalorian was smiling.

Xxx

Pulling back into Mos Pelgo, the three of you were quiet. Well, four including the kid, but he was asleep in his sack on the back of the speeder.

Seeing a kryat dragon, that same kryat dragon eat a Tusken, then finding out just how big that kryat actually was would do that to a person, you guess, smiling wryly to yourself.

Vanth began to explain how they had been attacked by Tuskens, and they had fought back, taking down twice as many, climbing off his speeder as he spoke. It didn’t sound like he was trying to justify anything, in fact it sounded like something he didn’t really want to admit, and this made you tilt your head slightly at him in thought.

“The town respects you. My guess is, they’ll listen to reason,” Din said from behind you, both still on the speeder.

Vanth poked at his speeder absently, smiling down at it, before looking back up toward the two of you. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” With that, he turned and went into the cantina.

You could hear the buzzing of voices from inside, the town having gathered to hear what the Marshal had to say.

“I need to go in there,” Din said softly, climbing off the speeder, and turning to face you.

You swung one leg over, sitting on the seat with both perched on the same side, one knee resting lightly against the side of his thigh plate.

“Stay with the kid.” You both turned to look at the back of the speeder where two little tips of giant green ears poked out of the top of his satchel. “He’s asleep this time so he shouldn’t be much trouble.” His voice sounded amused through the vocoder.

“Shouldn’t being the key word, there,” you teased, earning a huff of laughter, and a gentle shake of his head.

Din placed a hand on your knee that rested against him, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you remembered you should respond, so you nodded.

With one last squeeze to your knee, he turned and followed Vanth into the cantina.

Leaning against the speeder, much like a few days before when the kid had performed a disappearing act, you sighed, looking around the small town with a new appreciation. These people were stubborn, but they fought for what they had. They worked for it. Nothing came easy, and they didn’t expect it to. Back home on Coruscant, you just had to worry about looking over your shoulder in certain parts of town, especially the lower levels where the bar was. Here, they had to worry about a giant dragon. You’d found a new admiration for the people of Mos Pelgo.

You heard shouting from the cantina, the townspeople in an uproar about something. Glancing over to see the kid still snoring away in his seat, you decided to go poke your head in and see what the fuss was about.

Leaning on the archway, like you had days before, it was a bit of deja vu. Din was standing in front by the bar, making a speech to try and sway the crowd. Only this time, unlike before when he had been threatening Vanth, he was speaking calmly, stating the facts, and the people were listening.

You couldn’t help but admire how he was handling the situation. If it were you, you would probably be yelling back by now. And there was an off chance there would be tears, as well, for no good reason.

He had command of the room, held everyone’s attention, and left no room for questioning his words. You had no doubt some of it was the novelty of a Mandalorian being the one speaking, being something out of stories for most, but there was no question he himself was good at this. Something akin to pride swelled in your chest, and you felt your lips twitch upward in a smile.

These last few days he kept showing you something new, something fascinating, and you couldn’t wait until this whole dragon thing was over so you could talk to him about it.

As everyone filtered out of the space after coming to an agreement, you stayed in the doorway, shoulder leaning against the stone, arms crossed over your chest, and a smile climbing your face as Din walked up to you.

“What?” He asked, his voice almost reluctant, like he was scared to know, making you chuckle.

“Nothing. You’re good at this.”

“At what?” He scoffed, his tone incredulous, even through the vocoder, and his weight shifted to one side.

“Talking to people,” you said softly, pushing off the wall and reaching out to pat his pauldron. “You should do it more often.”

His helmet tilted at you, only making your smile brighter.

Vanth just happened to be passing by at that moment, and snorted out a laugh as he passed, Din turning his tilted helmet on him, his gaze following him for a few paces before turning back to you.

Xxx

The suns beat down on you as you sat on the porch in front of the small building, people busying themselves around you, readying explosives for the kryat.

Din and Vanth emerged from the building, walking up to stand behind you. Din was so close you could feel his legs just barely at your back.

Looking up, you saw they both were looking out at the horizon, so you turned your gaze that way, rising to your feet and standing next to Din. Just cresting over a dune you could see a line of banthas approaching, carrying their Tusken warriors who would help against the kryat.

Looking around at the people of Mos Pelgo, you took a shuddering breath as animosity began to fill the air, and it pressed on you like a heavy weight against your chest.

Din must have noticed because his hand came silently to your back, resting in the middle of your spine, just as a soft presence.

Turning your head just enough to the side to see him, you mumbled a thanks, feeling his thumb trace a small line along your shoulder blade in recognition.

You felt something bright, something happy and joyful trying to come into your mind, like a pinprick among all the hate currently flooding you from the people. Looking over to the speeder, you saw the kid peeking just over the edge of his bag from his nose up, his wide eyes on you. When you met his gaze, the pinprick broke like a dam and began to flood everything else, bleeding light and happiness into all the dark. Relief washed over you, and the corner of your mouth twitched up in the smallest of smiles.

You pushed what you hoped was thanks toward the child, and it must have worked, because his head popped up just enough that you saw his little smile, then his eyes began blinking heavily. You felt guilty as you watched him fall asleep again, the waves he sent calming, but you were able to hold onto them, use them to keep out the rest. He was getting an extra special snack later.

All went well until a Tusken took an explosive handed to him by a townsperson, fumbled it, and it dropped to the ground with a thud.

While the man began to freak out, yelling at the Tusken, you intervened, stepping in front of the Tusken as Vanth stepped in front of the man. You signed to the raider that it was okay, you would take care of it, using the gestures Din had been teaching you since you asked at the canyon. Vanth pushed the man back, explaining it was an accident, repeating himself until the man stopped, turning away.

Picking up the explosive and handing it to the Tusken waiting by the bantha, you nodded as you passed it off, the raider returning the gesture. Walking over to stand between Din and Vanth, you let out a breath as you stared ahead vacantly.

“It’s gonna be great,” Vanth said sarcastically, a smile to match across his face.

Xxx

You’d been back and forth over this desert more times in the last few days than you’d ever thought you would be in your life.

Pulling up to the kryat’s lair once again, the atmosphere was tense, as everyone stood and stared at the gaping hole in the mountain, waiting.

A lone Tusken approached the mouth of the cave, and you wished you were that brave.

“What’d he say?” Vanth whispered when the Tusken began to signal back towards the group.

“He says it’s sleeping. If we listen carefully, we can hear it breathing.” Din spoke calmly, but you could hear the slight edge to his voice. He was worried.

You swallowed. “That’s not creepy.”

Vanth let out a soft snort at your sarcastic remark.

A Tusken extended one of the disgusting melons towards him, and he almost pulled a face before schooling his features like a pro. He took it in one hand, looked at it with something similar to regret, before straightening his spine and taking a large sip. Pulling it away from his lips with a grimace, he struggled to swallow for a second, finally doing so loudly, barely concealing a shudder as he did. Looking you straight in the eyes, he mimicked what you had said when you drank yours around the campfire the night before. “Mmmm…. Interesting.”

Lips quirking up in a grin, you gave him a single nod, which he returned with a grin of his own twitching up one side of his face.

“Let’s get to work.” Din said simply.

Pulling you to the side, Din lowered his voice to keep the conversation private, his helmet tilted down to look you in the eyes. “I need you to stay with the kid. This is really dangerous, and I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

“Then why are we here?” You asked, somewhat annoyed, hands on your hips.

“Because I can’t protect either of you if you’re somewhere else.”

You softened your voice, hands dropping to your sides. “Din, I can help.”

“It will be a help if you watch the kid.” His tone was sincere, but then it turned playful, making you let out a scoff. “It’s the most important job. And most dangerous. That kid is trouble.”

You finally let out a snicker at his comment, shaking your head and gently pushing him toward the cave. “Go. Be a hero.”

“I thought you said ‘don’t be a hero’?” He was walking backwards toward the group setting everything up, keeping his focus on you. His arms slightly spread in question.

“Yeah, well, I’m learning things.” You waved him off. “Telling you that is like telling your armor not to be blinding.” You held a hand up to block the glare off his beskar to prove your point.

Chuckling, he shook his head as he turned and began to jog to the mouth of the cave.

Once you got back up to the ridge where the speeder sat with the kid in his satchel, now wide awake again after a nice long nap, you pulled him out and set him in front of you. Sitting cross legged on the sand, he plopped down where he was across from you, tilting his head and letting out a small squeak.

“Okay, kid. We’re going to try meditating. Because I don’t know what else to do right now. But just in case….” You pulled your blaster out of its holster and set it on your lap, ready to grab if you needed to do some dragon slaying.

“Close your eyes….” You did as you said, peeking one eye open after a few seconds to check on the kid, and finding him doing the same, one eye peeking at you. When he saw you spying on him, he let out a squeal and quickly closed his eyes again, making you giggle.

“Deep breaths….” You fully opened your eyes, watching them take care of the setup of the explosions, minding your breathing all the same. Glancing over to the kid, you saw him furrowing his brows in concentration. One of his eyes peeked open at you, finding you not even remotely doing what you were saying to, and both his eyes flew open, an indignant squeak flying out of his chest.

“Fine, fine….” You huff, turning back to him, sighing, and closing your eyes. One last peek proved neither you nor the kid trusted each other to follow through as you both were spying on the other.

Xxx

You had watched the entire thing unfurl from your spot at the speeder, somehow miraculously safe, even though the kryat had changed positions several times.

Both you and the kid had promptly given up meditating in favor of perching behind some nearby rocks to watch it all.

When Din had gone into the dragon, you had stood up immediately, watching as your stomach sank. You told yourself you’d be able to tell if something was wrong. You’d sense it. Right?

You let out a loud breath when he had flown out of its mouth, electricity shooting everywhere from his rifle, then detonated the explosives, finally killing the dragon.

He skidded on the ground very dramatically as he landed, making you roll your eyes, but you still found yourself running to him, the kid tucked quickly into your arms.

Sliding down the dune toward him, you were about to hug him, but at the last second stopped, realizing he was covered in dragon stomach goo.

“Why would you do that?!” You cried, adjusting the child in your grip. “You wear beskar, you’re not made of it! That could have gone very badly!”

“But it didn’t.”

You huff at his simple response.

“What happened to you learning things and telling me to be a hero?”

“That was before I realized it meant doing something so stupid!” You huffed again while he let out a chuckle. “I’m just glad you are okay.” Your voice had lowered, and you tried to breathe and calm your nerves.

Xxx

The kid was admiring a giant piece of meat off the dragon that sat on the back of the speeder, looking at it like it was a treasure.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to explain,” Din said as Vanth approached, Mandalorian armor in hand.

“No need,” Vanth brushed it off. “This was well earned.” He sat the armor on the speeder.

Shaking hands over the speeder, Din replied simply, “It was my pleasure.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him. If you hadn’t known him so long, you wouldn’t have noticed the slight sarcastic edge to his tone. He was parroting what Vanth had said to you the other day, when he had brought the cot.

But to your surprise, Vanth seemed to notice, too, smirking, before looking over at you with a wink. “I hope our paths cross again,” he directed at Din before walking away.

“As do I.” Din sounded sincere, and you were relieved whatever petty thing they had going on seemed to be brushed under the rug.

Vanth quickly turned back. “Oh, and you tell your people I wasn’t the one that broke that,” he said pointing at the armor.

Using the scarf the Marshal had given you to cover your face while riding on the speeder, you began to wipe down the front of Din’s armor.

“What are you doing?” He sounded affronted, pushing you away slightly.

You looked at him with an expression that said it should be obvious. “You’re covered in dragon digestion goo. I have to sit with you on the speeder, and since there is plenty of space,” you leveled a look on him, “and I don’t wear beskar, and that stuff kinda disintegrated a few of the others, I thought it would be a good idea to get rid of what I could before we go.”

He tossed his head from side to side as if weighing what you said before taking the cloth and taking care of it himself, stuffing it in his belt when he was done. Holding his arms out to the side, his tone was heavily sarcastic. “Happy?”

“You’ve no idea,” you deadpanned back.

Once again you found yourselves staring at the other for just a little longer than necessary, and before you could look away this time, you felt something flutter in your stomach at the thought.

Both of you melted into laughter before getting on the speeder.

“We should drive through the night, get this meat back as soon as possible. You drive first, then you can sleep while I drive.”

You nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I’ve got my Mandalorian pillow, so we should be good.” You looked at him over your shoulder with a broad teasing grin.

He let out a heavy sigh, slouching back in the seat as you chuckled before looking forward and hitting the accelerator. The kid let out a happy squeal as you sped off, the day quickly fading into sunset, and you felt like the next adventure was just up ahead, waiting for your little crew to find it.

Xxx

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Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

#shitpost incoming #I'm converting my friend into a star wars fan so I thought why not make a dictionary for every new fic reader lmao #star wars #writing star wars #star wars languages #star wars lore #im definitely missing some but these are words I've seen most commonly used in fanfic #userlumi #writing star wars fic #aurebesh #galactic basic Standard #as long as one person finds this post helpful it was worth it #youre all welcome to add to it #im stopping now coz otherwise I'mma clog the dash

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clonesuperiority · 7 days

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I'm not sure if it's canon that hunters face tattoo continues further down, but I came across @lornaka s take on hunters tattoos and really wanted to give it a try myself :3

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biggestsimponhere · 11 months

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Star wars men you will always be famous, i’m in love with them.

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yandere-wishes · 5 months

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Normal People: "Why did u start writing Yandere content?"

Most Yandere Authors: "I wanted to express my dark desire for a forbidden romance through a creative medium. Forgoing social norms to create a love that is most cruel yet utterly true. To appease the lethal love that lays dormant within my bones, rattling me with its yearning for freedom. To show the world a love that is hideous, dangerous, yet wholly profuse. The sort of love only found under a moonless sky. A romance that can kill and heal with the same hand. To fashion ballads of broken hearts and damaged minds trapped in a waltz of shimmering hearts."

Me: I want to get kidnapped so I won't have any responsibilities.

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coryosbaby · 6 months

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Cherry on Top !

synopsis: flashing your dad’s best friend leads to making milkshakes and a pounding on the kitchen counter.

Cw: age gap (reader is of age, anakin is in his 30s) // nsfw . flashing, tit play, pnv, ‘just the tip’ (for a minute), major size kink, light food play, creampie // Nicknames used: sweet girl, baby, honey, slut, little girl, cherry, whore— bitch used once or twice.

Notes: this prob has a lot of errors, my bad

It starts off small, at first.

It’s not as if you meant to do it the first time. It was summer, hot, and you were in desperate need of release from your bathing suit that had been becoming less and less damp by the hour. Anakin, having a few beers with your dad, had decided to make his way from the bathroom upstairs. Not thinking, he had decided to open your door and ask you if you wanted pizza for dinner— per your dads request, of course. You were in the middle of taking off your bathing suit, and your bikini top was off. Anakin had paused, and when you noticed him you immediately began to scream at him to get out. He had complied, but he couldn’t help the hardness in his jeans at the sight of your full, perfectly rounded tits. Your nipples had been on display, perky despite the hot weather, and you were so gorgeous with the mounds sitting against your chest. Anakin hasn’t thought about anything else since.

And you know it, too. So that’s why every few weeks you decide to rejog his memory. He’ll be doing things when no one is around, the most random tasks, and you’ll lift your shirt up to your neck. You love the look that always glazes his face— that look of shock, that registers as he turns around from making a bowl of popcorn for movie night, or coming back from the kitchen to get another beer. His eyes bulge out of his head and a blush coats his cheeks. And then after a moment, he’ll get cocky that you’re doing this, doing this for his gaze, he’ll quietly mutter, “tease”. You always let out a tiny giggle, pulling your top back down.

“You gonna do something about it?” You always reply, and he always shakes his head with an amused look and turns back to his original task. But nothing can stop the way his cock twitches and swells every single time, the way you can see his knuckles turning white as he grips the kitchen counter as your dad walks back in, unknowing. He knows he shouldn’t make a move, so he doesn’t.

Until now, in this present moment: your dad has went out grocery shopping, anakin has decided to come over early, and you’ve asked him to make you a chocolate milkshake. You’re practically a brat— daddy gives you anything you want, and so does Anakin. So of course he’s going to get out the ice cream, milk, and other ingredients. His back muscles ripple as he pours the things into the blender, and the sight almost makes you drool. Smiling, you watch as he throws in some chocolate syrup. Diabetes for everyone else, but perfect for you— Anakin always knows exactly what you want.

“Don’t understand how your teeth aren’t rotting out of your head,” he grumbles, even though he’s the one adding additional sugary ingredients.

“Good dentist,” you quip. You lift yourself up onto the counter and swing your sock clad feet against the cabinet. “Can you add a cherry, too?”

“You know I always do, baby.”

The nickname makes heat creep up your neck. Biting your lower lip, you watch as he finishes making the milkshake and pours it into your favorite glass. He sprays on whipped cream, and of course, places a maraschino cherry on top. He grabs the heart shaped straw beside the drink and sticks it inside

He hands it over to you and you take a big sip. You lick up some of the whipped cream as Anakin looks at you for approval. His eyes follow your tongue coated in white.

“Good?” He asks, curious. You nod happily, beginning to sip again. He smiles, and begins to make one for himself. Your panties dampen as you watch the back of his shoulders once again.

He must be so strong, you think.

He finishes up his milkshake, sticking another straw into the a full glass.

You do what you usually do at times like these, and lift the hem of your top. Your nipples harden from the cold air. Clearing your throat, you tilt your head.

“Ani?”

“Yes?”

At the sound of your soft voice, he turns around. When he’s met with the sight of your tits, all plump and pretty, he immediately latches on to the look of them. Usually you don’t keep your shirt up for longer that a few seconds, but you don’t budge this time. Anakin’s gaze turns from amused to hungry in a matter of seconds.

“I need some help,” you breathe out. Anakin wavers. He’s used to your constant teasing, but this is new.

“With?”

Your eyes are pleading, as you look up at him.

“They hurt, ani,” you say. “Need you to rub them for me.”

He sets his glass down, moving around the bar to where you’re perched on the kitchen counter. Watching your desperation, he licks his lips.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” He starts, voice low.

“I want you,” you say quietly to him. He shakes his head, almost resistant. But your pleading face can only be said no to a few times before anakin finally gives in, and when you begin to rub your tits with your own hands he scolds you.

“Stop that.”

“Why? Don’t you want me?”

He exhales sharply, trying to avert his gaze but he simply can’t. Approaching you slowly, he seethes.

“You’re asking for it.”

“Mhm..” you murmur softly. “Daddy’s gonna be home in an hour, though.. needa hurry.”

You let out a tiny moan when finally, finally, Anakin’s fingers ghost over the peak of your nipple. He’s trying so hard to keep control. His palms are inches away from groping your chest, but he’s holding back.

“Daddy’s not gonna be happy if I do this.” He mutters. He looks up at you with something dark in his gaze. “Daddy’s gonna know you’ve been a bad little girl.”

You push against his hands. His skin rubs against your nipples in the best way.

“Maybe I want him to know.”

It’s fucked up. But Anakin’s cock is aching after that comment, and he begins to lightly rub your tits in his hands.

“Yeah?” He groans, breath heavy. “Maybe we could take a few pictures next time. Post ‘em, let everyone see how much of a whore you are. Seducing daddy’s buddy like this… breaking a big rule, baby. Everyone would love to see it.”

Next time. The thought makes you keen, and you nod as he begins to heavily grope you.

“Bet your dad would be so mad that his little girl’s being such a whore,” He continues. “God, just wait until I get my fuckin’ cock in you…”

“And you’ll what?” You taunt against him. You lean into his earlobe and bite it playfully. “Bend me over? Fuck me in my bedroom when my parents are downstairs? Know you’ve always wanted to.”

Anakin let’s out something between a groan and a whimper, and his hands move from your tits to your hips. Your thighs spread simultaneously, and he places his hips in between yours. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer to you.

“Been wantin’ your cock since i graduated…” you mumble, running your nails along his shoulders. “Saw you in that suit when I was giving my valedictorian speech— before that, too.”

“A suit, huh?” He doesn’t kiss you on the mouth just yet, but he leaves little bites and runs his tongue along your collarbone. “That’s cute.”

“Mmmh. Gonna kiss me, yet? Or are you too weak to get it up, old man?”

“Old man?” He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening as he grinds his clothed cock against you. “Only ten years older than you…not even forty yet.”

“Still old to me,” you argue, and press your cunt against him. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“That mouth’s gonna get you in a lot of trouble.” he mutters, and then his lips are pressing against yours, hot, heavy, tasting like chocolate and something that’s predominantly Anakin. It’s something you’ve been craving for years, and your hair goes up to his blonde locks and pulls. The sound he lets out is utterly sinful, and you probe his lip with your tongue. He understands your challenge, but is quick to shove his tongue into your mouth instead to assert dominance over you. You gasp for breath when he pulls away and begins unbuckling his belt.

“Would taste you first, pretty girl, but we don’t have time.”

And then he’s pulling his cock out, and he’s stroking it and it’s wet and it’s so big— circumcised with a pretty pink tip, a tuft of trimmed, light brown hair at the base of him, seven or eight inches, incredibly thick — and he’s dripping. He must’ve been worked up for a long while, watching you in your pretty pink skirt all day. Precum leaks over his fist as he moves.

He’s absolutely gorgeous as he tilts his head back. He’s putting on a show for you, and you know that he must be addicted to the attention. You look up with him at doe eyes and you push his hand away and replace it with your own. He stares into your eyes as you jerk him, his mouth open into the shape of an O.

You slide your panties to the side, rubbing your clitoris between your fingers. You’re aching for Anakin, and you clench as you guide his cock towards your awaiting entrance. You rub him a little on your clit, and it makes you quiver. You press him up against you and he watches with arousal evident in his gaze. You want him so bad, but he’s so big. Would he even fit?

“Go on,” Anakin demands as he sees your hesitation. “Let me get my cock inside there, angel. Let me see what that pretty pussy feels like.”

You bite your lip, wanting to please him. You spread your thighs a bit more, using your other hand to grab one of your pussy lips and spread yourself open. Anakin’s tip breaches you, and after a moment you push it in until you feel full enough. When his thick cockhead pops in, you let out a tiny squeak.

Anakin groans the moment his cock is inside your heat, the tightness and warmth almost too much. You haven’t even taken half of him, but you can feel the burn from the stretch. Your walls ache trying to accommodate him. You can feel tears well up in your eyes from the feeling, and Anakin’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip as he coos at you.

“Oh, honey. Yeah, take the tip, baby. Jus’ like that… only a few more pushes ‘n I’ll be all the way in my baby…”

“Just the tip?” You sniffle, hands grasping at his tattooed shoulders.

“Mmm..” is all Anakin says, and then he pushes into you again, forcing his cock to make its way past your velvety walls.

Okay, you think. So not just the tip.

The tears really begin to fall now, his length also getting to you as he bullies his way into your tiny pussy. You can feel how much he’s throbbing inside of you, and if you didn’t know any better you would think that you can feel his precum leaking inside your womb.

Anakin’s mouth is open, and he watches with fascination as your pussy swallows him whole. It’s been a while since he’s had such a nice cunt, and the fact that you’re taking it for him— even though it hurts you, even though daddy is gonna be home soon— makes him so fucking horny. The guilt he felt before has now washed away into something primal and dark. He wants to claim you from the inside out. Fuck morals— he’s taken care of you for years, hasn’t he? Shouldn’t he be rewarded with something? Besides, you’ve been showing your tits to him for weeks— you’ve been initiating it and practically begging for him to split you open like this. So how is it wrong, Anakin thinks, as his cock finally, finally fills you to the brim completely?

Yes, you heard that right. His hips are finally pressing against you, he’s finally balls deep inside your tiny cunt. You had begun crying a few seconds ago, hot salty tears staining your cheeks. Anakin leans down and licks them up with his tongue.

“So pretty when you cry,” he murmurs against you. “Look at that. Took all of me, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Your heart clenches, along other things, and you rest your face in his neck as he begins to slowly move.

“You are?”

“Always so proud of you,” he whispers. He presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet despite the current situation. “Gonna fuck you now, pretty girl.”

And that he does. Slow, at first, but his thrusts soon gain speed and something is beginning to build in your tummy.

“Faster.” You whine into his mouth as he kisses you. “Faster, Ani, please!”

And of course, he goes faster. He increases his pace and his hips hit yours ferociously. It’s not long before his heavy sack is slapping against your ass and he’s groaning as he pounds you against the granite countertop.

“Yeah?” He groans. “You like when I fuck you like this? Like my big cock splitting you open? Clenching on me so tight, baby, like you don’t wanna let me go.”

You mewl, grabbing onto him tight. You watch as his eyes land on your milkshake glass a little ways away. It’s still halfway full.

He reaches over, pulling it towards the both of you. He dips his finger in, scooping up some the now melting whipped cream.

“Can’t waste it,” he murmurs.

He rubs it along one of your nipples, coating it in white. He brings his tongue down, suckling the pebbled bud into his awaiting mouth. Your eyes roll back, nerves on fire as he scrapes his teeth against your flesh. He does the same to your other nipple, dripping with chocolate, and then is quick to shove his fingers down your throat. Sugar invades your taste buds, chocolate and whipped cream and syrup, and you greedily lick it up and suckle his fingers with your heavy tongue. He grunts, watching as you practically drink from his digits.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Good fuckin’ girl. Making me feel so good.. pussy’s so tight… yeah, lick me clean, you filthy bitch.”

You tighten, wetness leaking creamy streaks down his length. His degradations are making you even more eager to cum around him.

He smells so nice and he looks so good and you’re already so close. Anakin knows it, too, and his fingers on his opposite hand reach down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“C’mon, honey.” He taunts. “Cum for Ani, baby, need you to cum on my cock so fuckin’ bad.”

Your eyes roll back, clenching up around him like a vice as his fingers fill your throat. You let out a strained, animalistic sound, as you coat his cock in your slick. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had— either because of Anakin’s fingers, his big cock, or the fact that you’ve been in love with him since the age of eighteen. But either way, you let out a loud moan as you hit your peak, thrusting your hips against his as his cock hits that special, spongey spot inside of you. Even when you come down, Anakin’s hips are still pressed flush against you and he’s still pounding your cunt like it’s his salvation.

His fingers press against your pretty thigh highs, some of them still sticky from the milkshake, and you can tell by the sweat on his brow and the stuttering of his hips that he’s close. You begin to taunt him with sweet, sugar coated words.

“Give me your cum, Ani.” You whine. “Please? I need it, need you to fill up my pussy. It needs your cum so bad—“

“Fuck!”

Anakin moans, loud, and his head tilts back as he slams into you one last time. Rope after rope shoots into your gaping pussy, and Anakin fucks himself through his orgasm until it’s on the brink of painful. When he looks down, he watches as he slowly pulls his fat cock out of your hole. The creamy strings of his cum stick to your pussy lips and his cock, and when his used tip plops out of your hole, a waterfall of thick hot cum spills out of you and onto the countertop. Anakin’s eyes are firey still, and he moves your legs further apart and lifts your hips up so he can watch the puddle of spend in your gaping hole.

“So beautiful,” he mutters. His finger moves down to play with it a little bit, and it makes you clench. “Does my cum feel good, baby?”

You nod, dizzy. He smiles, watching your tired eyes begin to flutter shut.

“No, no.” He says gently, slapping the side of your cheek. “…Wake up, honey. Your dad’s gonna be home soon.”

Slowly, you peel them open and he lets go of your shaking legs. He carries you up to your room, lays you down on the pretty pink sheets, shuts the light off. He cleans up the mess downstairs. All the while, you slip into a dazed and peaceful sleep.

And when Anakin throws the last cum coated napkin away in the garbage can, your dad arrives home with no idea what has just occurred between his precious girl and his best friend.

#anakin skywalker #modern! anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x fem! reader #dbf! anakin skywalker #dilf! anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x bimbo! reader #anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen #Star Wars

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zg0nuwa · 6 months

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) - webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right? (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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ohcaptains · 6 months

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𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

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