#combined these two.... womp womp

[jadebone]

PAULATREIDES   . . .   [ ARM ]   the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.     +     [ PRAISE ]   the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

            there is no blood, no gore.  upon investigation,  if anden is lucky     (     and he rarely ever is     )     the body at his feet will be determined to have died due to a heart attack.  channeling is a messy affair if one is out of practice,  able to turn a target's insides into a congealed mess.  talon knife is held uselessly in non-dominate hand, clean as the day he got it, the jewel in the hilt digging into the meat of his palm.  he's high off adrenaline, own heartbeat thundering loud enough that he doesn't hear @ruingod beside him, catches only the tail end of his words and the weight of his hand on his shoulder.  anden snaps back to himself as revulsion replaces the thrilling buzz he hasn't felt in so, so long, batting paul away and sinking to the ground to place two fingers at the dead man's neck.  no pulse because a cold body doesn't have one.  no pulse because he's gone gone gone.  anden's fault.  no, paul's fault.     "     we have to—     "     do what  ?  be a coward and run away like last time  ?     "     didn't you say you have people to take care of this type of thing  ?     "     

#combined these two.... womp womp #yes king get back into the bad habit u ran away from in the first place this is going to go just fine #ruingod #* THREAD : EMERY ANDEN.

[astralisbelle]

Dead Man's Hand 1 - Peli's Apprentice

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: Mando meets Peli's new apprentice

The Razor Crest lands with a lurch and a drop far too close for comfort, but at least he made it.

He spots the mechanic marching up to his ship, ready for a lecture that he knows is coming. With a sigh, he pulls the levers to park the ship. “Well,” he says to his little green companion. “Let’s get this over with.”

The Mandalorian steps out, holding Grogu against his hip with one arm. Peli stands with her arms crossed as the small droids scatter in the presence of the man. “What did you do to it?!” she scolds.

“Bounty hunting isn’t exactly a safe profession,” he says. Grogu coos as if he agrees. Peli can be as cross as she likes with the Mandalorian, but she softens immediately at the sight of Grogu’s black, beady eyes. Her tight frown loosens to a smile.

“Alright. Thankfully, you’re in luck. I’ve got just the person to help me out with this one.” Peli sticks two fingers in her mouth and gives a loud whistle. “Hey, Rookie, you’re up!”

“Coming!” a distant, feminine voice calls out. Emerging from the office, lugging a large box of tools in her arms is a young woman in a similar mechanic’s uniform. Dust and grime peppers her face and clothes, giving her a plain appearance. She sets down the tool box and as she straightens her back, her eyes meet his visor. “Whoa… don't tell me. You must be the Mandalorian.” She seems star-struck for a moment.

Peli pats her shoulder. “That's right! This is my best customer. And this little womp rat is Grogu!”

The girl makes eye contact with the child who raises a clawed hand in an attempt to wave. She laughs and waves back before extending her hand to Din, telling him her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He does not take her hand.

Peli gently pulls her back. “Don’t mind him. It’s not a personal thing. Why don’t you round up the droids and get started on the ship?”

“A-Ah. Sure.” She clears her throat and drops her hand to the side.

“I wanted you to look at the ship,” he tells Peli. “Not some kid.”

The girl puts her hands on her hips. “Now just wait a second.” She straightens her back, but even then, he eclipses her in height. “Who are you calling a kid? Do I look like I still go to school?”

“Alright, alright.” Peli pats her shoulder again. “Save your energy for the repairs. Get started.” The apprentice raises a brow, waiting for him to interject again. When he remains silent, she huffs and takes her tools.

“C’mon, guys!” she says to the droids. “Looks like we got our work cut out for us.” She storms off with the droids and once she is out of earshot, Peli gestures for him to follow her.

“I know, I know. Got more fire than the twin suns combined, but she’s brilliant.”

Din had figured with all the droids and her own intellect, Peli didn’t need the help. He sets Grogu down to give him a chance to stretch his little legs and leans against the wall, watching the apprentice as she scales the ship, connecting cables and directing the droids.

“Where’d you pick her up?”

“Wanna hear the story, Grogu?” He lifts his ears, giving a sound of affirmation. “Went to the cantina for a drink and this young woman is sitting in a corner booth with a deck of cards. She was playing with some others for spare parts and credits. But then, she gets caught cheating, is my guess. Gets about three blasters in her face, ready to fire before I step in.”

“And why’d you do that?”

“She knew her parts and components. I thought with a little refinement, she’d make a good assistant. So I sweet talked the players, offered her a job where she’s less likely to get shot at, and I have more free time! It’s a win-win.”

Din chuckles at Peli’s ever present ability to make opportunities for herself. He watches the girl act swiftly, as if she had worked on the Razor Crest a dozen times before. She is like him, he concludes, that each were scouted for their innate talent towards different abilities, taken in by people not of their blood.

“I’ll be the judge of her work.”

Peli beams, a sense of pride in her voice. “You won’t be disappointed.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [sneak peek]

This week I’m trying to focus more on my original work. Plus my goal for chapter 16 of ‘AFS’ is for it to be stupid long (y’all asked for long, y’all are getting long) so it’ll probs be out either this weekend or early next week!

As a treat tho, I thought I’d give you a little sneak peek of chapter 16 ;)

The sound of your fading footsteps made him heave a sigh of relief. Din let the ice water run over him for a moment more before shutting it off and reaching for a towel. Dank farrik. Din quickly pulled on his shirt and a pair of sweatpants before using the towel to dry his hair best he could. It’d be nice to dry it entirely before putting his helmet on, but that meant spending more time in the bathroom. Din scratched the scruff at his jawline and his stupid brain wondered if you’d prefer a clean shaven guy. He muttered a string of curses under his breath in annoyance at himself before shoving his helmet onto his head.

When he stepped out, he noticed Grogu waiting for him at the end of the hall in the arch that led into the kitchen. The little boy giggled while bouncing in place. Din tilted his head. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, ad’ika?”

“Where did⏤” Your voice drifted toward him. “Grogu, did you eat your buir’s sandwich??”

Grogu giggled again. Din chuckled and pointed at him, “Come here, you little womp rat.” Grogu squealed in excitement and rushed away. Din chased after his son who ran and jumped to avoid him. You laughed from your spot leaning against the kitchen counter. Din paused as he watched Grogu leap into your arms. He set his hands on his hips, “You think your ma can keep you from me, ad’ika?”

Din took a step around the counter, but stopped again when he noticed you mirrored his step with a smirk⏤ maintaining the same distance between the two of you. He tilted his head, lips curling into a grin under his helmet. You shrugged. “I promised to take care of Grogu and if that means protecting him from a Mandalorian…”

“I can respect that.” Din took another slow step in your direction and you stumbled back. Grogu began to pat on your shoulder as a warning. His son knew that if you really wanted to escape you’d need to start moving right now⏤ not that that would really stop him. “You know, you have a bad habit of challenging Mandalorians.”

The last time you had challenged him, while lying in bed with Grogu, Din ended up on top of you. That was the kind of situation he’d be more than happy to repeat. Grogu whined for you to run and Din found it amusing that his son was aware of any warning signs Din might have. You seemed to think you were still in a position of power when the exact opposite was true. 

“Mmm, not Mandalorians. Just you.” You smirked. Din felt feral. Combining the idea of an adrenaline filled hunt and his desire for you was an addicting prospect. He liked it way, way more than he should. “What’re you gonna do about it, Djarin?”

Din slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, the picture of casual nonchalance, and grinned in excitement under his helmet. “I can bring you in warm,” He didn't bother hiding the amusement in his voice, “or I can bring you in cold.”

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I went back and forth on whether I should add the tag list? B/c it’s technically not a chapter and I don’t wanna disappoint anybody by seeing a notification and thinking it is, but I did it anyways. Sorry. I panicked.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #mando #mando x reader #mando x you #mandalorian x reader #a fresh start #sneak peek #grogu is a little adorable shit #i love him so much #female reader #reader insert

[darkisrising]

Hey hey hey! Ignore this if you’re not vibing with it but…

For the 100 word drabble, how about “water” for BobaDinLuke … either your sex worker AU or Sinatra Songs. ❤️❤️

So, this went on for longer than 100, but I decided to ride it out. I'm not quite sure if this is it for this, or if there's a longer story to be had here, but here's what I've got. Sinatra-verse, set post "That's how deep it goes" but before the epilogue to "In other words" Hope you like it!! Water

The first time Luke pulled a disappearing act, he’d only just started being able to walk to the fresher unassisted. Which is why it was a shock when one morning, as Boba was plating a breakfast of cooked eggs for Finn and keeping a suspicious eye on the bowl of whole, uncooked ones that had a tendency to become airborne whenever his back was turned (despite Grogu already having eaten three, and that’s more than enough for one morning, you womp rat) Din came running in, claiming that not only was Luke’s bed empty, but the Jedi was nowhere to be found.

It was impossible. Unthinkable.

And yet, that didn’t stop them from finding Luke after an hour of searching, standing in the pouring rain two klicks deep in the forests of Yavin, his chin tilted up to the sky as the water turned the dirt below his feet to mud, splattering his ankles dark with muck.

“What are you doing out here?” Din had asked, inching closer, his voice an achingly gentle rumble through his helmet’s vocoder.

Luke hadn’t answered—even if he knew, it was clear he couldn’t tell them from the dreamy spice-haze that turned the blue of his eyes into something too far gone for words—but he’d let himself be led away easily and then, when his legs had given out, had let himself be folded into Din’s beskar-covered arms to be carried back to the temple where it was dry and safe.

Now they know better. They keep watch, they use all the tricks of their respective bounty hunter trades to maintain surveillance on Luke at all times. And even so, for all that Luke spends most of his time unconscious, drug-addled, or a combination of both, he still manages to give them the slip more often than Boba’s ever admitting to anyone outside of their clan.

They’ve found him standing in gullies, on his knees in streams, and collapsed across thick, green foliage. Boba wakes sometimes in a cold sweat, remembering that first glimpse of delicate, pale toes peeking out into infinity as he’d lifted his head to follow the point of Finn’s finger the one time Luke had somehow managed to make his way onto the temple’s roof.

“There’s a pattern to it,” Din had claimed one night when they’d bedded down in the room beside Luke’s, and they’d watched, tense and silent, the video feed of Luke’s bed that Boba’s vambrace on the nightstand was projecting onto the wall. “He only wanders when it rains.”

Boba had snorted. “It’s a fucking rainforest moon. It’s always raining.” By then, Boba was tired, frustrated, and so his words came out meaner than he really meant them to be.

Rather than rise to the bait of Boba’s tone, Din had agreed with a sigh. “True,” he’d conceded with far more grace than Boba would have if he’d been facing weeks of Boba’s foul moods, and it makes a swell of gratitude and shame rise like yeasty bread in his chest, pushing against his ribs until they were aching with it, spilling out the crevices, feeding into the spaces that once were empty until he’s filled, choking on it.

Boba doesn’t deserve Din; he really doesn’t. And even though he’s never been one to believe in a grand cosmic scale of justice like some societies he’s interacted with across the galaxy— that there’s an invisible roster of good and bad that is tallied up so that boons can be doled out and punishment meted to beings that are deemed worthy of either—he knows the quiet grace that Din has leant to him these long, languishing weeks of Luke’s recovery is more than he’s owed over a lifetime of questionable deeds led by even more questionable morals.

Not that he could ever say as much to Din, who would only scoff and tell Boba he’d better check his buy'ce hasn’t been cutting his O2 levels on him. Instead, Boba had reached across the bedsheet to take Din’s hand in his own, their fingers curling together with hard-won habit, and they’d watched the feed that flickered across the fractured expanse of the temple’s wall.

“Rain, huh?” Boba had said with his eye trained forward after enough time had passed to soften their silence into a comfortable one.

Din had shrugged. “It’s a thought.”

Boba had squeezed his hand, apology and affection whittled down to this one gesture: the smallest of movements, muscles working in the minutest of ways. “So we’ll keep a sharper eye on him during the next storm,” he’d said, knowing that Din understood all he didn’t say when he’d felt Din’s hand squeezing his in kind.

#bobadinluke #ask box #darkisrising fic

[lunarw0rks]

pov riv reader and Valeria have to team up because theres this one cartel that you BOTH hate this one cartel and its actually getting bad

“Listen. This is a one time thing. I still hate you.”

“Aha, chula. No me mientes. Yo se que me odias, pero después vas a dormir en mi cama.”

“A la verga, Valeria….!

All the cartel members are like “what the fuck”

IM PROUD OF MYSELF FOR UNDERSTANDING THAT

anyways,, imagine how confused the enemy would be seeing the two of you teaming up !! and how deadly you'd be combined... gotta bicker along the way, though. can't be caught fraternizing when you're supposed to "hate" each other.

womp womp valeria is protective over a person she loves BUT what about the person he despises?? somehow she'd be more protective of you, a rival

#rachel speaks #not writing #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza cod #valeria mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria headcanons #los vaqueros #kortac operators #mw2 #call of duty

[greatpepperblade]

uhm. peperoncino cookie

NAMES: pip / peperoncino / pipironcino (combination of previous two names because. plays a sick riff) / rowan / a morbillion other names

SONA REFSHEET IS COMING SOON! STAY TUNED...

PRONOUNS: he / they / shake / spice is mainly preferred. can also use it/its or other neos idc. do not use she/her please and thank you

WHAT THIS BLOG POSTS: art, peperoncino cookie rambles, memes, rambles in general, lemoncino, reblogs of my friends' posts, posts that mention wario in even the slightest, whatever i feel like posting/reblogging, also i occasionally post sketches so watch out for the pip's doodles tag :D

PEPERONCINO COOKIE: Peperoncino Cookie (please talk to me about him he is my favorite fictional character of all time JSJFKDJSIEKEJFOSNEORKEO dies)

INTERESTS: cookie run, wario land & world (favorite game is shake it), rhythm heaven, omori, danganronpa, and probably summore

BYF: i post a LOT about lemon cookie × peperoncino cookie (hi Qua-pweeeen!) becuase they sillay. which is one of the main factors in why i love lemon cookie this much.

i am also a minor, so if you wish to interact please keep your blog as sfw as you can. a tadbit of nsfw is chill but if that's what your blog focuses on then womp womp blocky block

DNI: dni is what you'd expect. no bigots, terfs, zionists, proshippers, ai supporters, trumed, heavy nsfw, mdni (blogs that don't allow minors to interact), pedos, zoos, rarepair / crackship / oc × canon antis, you get what i'm trying to explain

i also make userboxes. here are a few for show (f2u as long as you don't claim they're yours)

and a blinkie i made myself!!

my personal important tags are all in the tags section. Squeep

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#oh my god it's them #heehoo #super special posts #~~★ silly lil prompts #guh!! the whump #important

[burnwater13]

Concept Art by Ryan Church for The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 4, The Siege

When Grogu saw the vid of the Trexler Marauder he wondered what he’d have to do to get an operator’s authorization for a vehicle like that. He thought it was be really cool to have one and be able to drive it wherever he needed to go, especially if his dad wasn’t with him. 

Grogu hadn’t seen the inside of the vehicle so he didn’t know what the controls looked like or how hard it would be to modify them for his shorter reach and petit height. He supposed that wouldn’t be as much of a problem if he just used the Force, but you couldn’t really get an authorization on that basis. Or at least that’s what his dad had told him. 

When he talked to the Mandalorian about getting a vehicle of his own his dad had laughed. 

“Buddy, you already have a speeder bike. What else do you need?” 

It was true. Grogu had a speeder bike that had been made to his own specifications. It was great. It was fast. It was colorful. It had bags for the stuff he collected when he was out and about with it. But it did have one problem. No shields. No armor. No protection for him whatsoever. 

“Is that really a problem? You can use the Force and go really fast. That’s a good combination.” 

His dad tried to rain on his reasoning. 

Sure. That’s how things went when he was riding in the wide open. He could sense all sorts of critters and people from pretty far away and either ride around them or use the Force. Easy peasy. But, what if he was riding the bike somewhere like Ossus? There were lots of trees and bushes and stuff like that and he couldn’t always tell what was going to just jump out and knock him off his bike? He needed something sturdy and armored and maybe with forward mounted laser blasters.

“Is this about that critter that dropped an acorn on your head?”

His dad was laughing at him again. 

That made Grogu very annoyed. As if Grogu didn’t know how to handle random critters romping around the tree tops and who had decided, for reasons that Grogu couldn’t fathom, that he represented something akin to a womp rat and they were just tooling around in nature’s version of a T-16, bulls-eyeing innocent people just making their way through an unfeeling canopy of trees. Dank Farrik!

Of course it was about the critter that dropped an acorn on his head! Why would it be about anything else?! Grogu knew that if that had happened to Din Djarin they would have been visiting the Armorer and demanding a beskar shield or something of equivalent usefulness. But since it was some little furry critter that the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter considered ‘cute’, Grogu was told to just let it go. 

Let it go? How could he let that go? He still had a bump on his head. It had been weeks since they’d visited Endor and he still had a bump on his head! How could you let that go? 

A solid month before the Endor trip Grogu had accidentally tripped his dad. Din Djarin had fallen face first on the floor of the ‘fresher. Face first! He bumped his nose just a little tiny bit and Grogu had healed him right away. The blood did not get everywhere and Grogu was certain that the scar that he totally didn’t see on his dad’s nose, as the Mandalorian was checking himself in the mirror, didn’t affect his ‘good’ looks at all. 

It’s not like it mattered because no one was ever supposed to see his face any way, but here they were almost two months later and Din Djarin, Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, best in the Outer Rim, was still complaining at him about the whole thing. Grogu had tried to explain more than once that when he needed to use the privy he didn’t really have a choice and he wasn’t the one who had slopped water all over the floor and hadn’t put down a towel to soak it up. He had just been in the right place at the wrong time. 

It just wasn’t fair. His dad could keep lecturing him about privacy and asking for permission and Grogu had to let a violent attack on his person ‘go’. Harrumph. It wasn’t like he was asking his dad to have the Armorer make him a beskar helmet. They were both really slacking on Grogu learning enough Gal Basic to dedicate himself to the Creed in front of other Mandalorians. He just wanted to learn how to operate an appropriately outfitted Trexler Marauder and use that as a personal protection vehicle when they took on dangerous assignments like meeting the chief of the Ewoks in the central park of the planetary capital. Was that really too much to ask?

“Grogu. Buddy. I’ll get you an umbrella. The acorns will bounce right off it and you can decorate it any way you want. Okay?”

Grogu nodded his head and said, “Thanks, Dad” without even thinking about the consequences of his word choice. 

A second later he wished he had that umbrella because, even with a helmet on, Din Djarin was capable of drowning him in happy tears. Dank Farrik!

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

[carolingarts]

Where

The fuck

Are the adults

In FNAF

I know this is a kids game technically and the kids are the most important I just-

Like yeah I know Vanessa but honestly in a world that supposedly contains 7 billion people Vanessa might be the only competent adult I'm the FNAF universe because adults are either totally and utterly unaware/incompetent (/henry/edwin) or murderers (afton/burrows)

No Burke! Burke's a good guy!

It's just Burke. And Vanessa. Literally Det. Burke from the books that aren't canon. Technically. And Vanessa. Who is canon.

Two people.

How does humanity exist. Do humans still exist or is it just robots and kids like

I am 150% here for corporate dystopia villains on so many levels this is fucking amazing but just logistically Cassie, gregory, David, and the other kids in this universe are patented by the combination of the womp womp parents from peanuts and ratigan

#dont get me wrong i love it #give me corporate dystopia #but as an adult #i just wow #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach

[rhodesmusic]

The boundary of a tricylinder is a rhombic dodecahedron: graphing polyhedra with implicits and expressing them as Minkowski sums

The day before yesterday (or rather, yesterday at 12 in the morning) I was mathing on discord and a friend brought up Steinmetz solids, which are funny shapes obtained by taking the intersection of two or three cylinders. As the cylinders pass through each other, they outline a shape where they cross, which is the Steinmetz solid. Taking two cylinders gives you something called a bicylinder, and similarly, taking three cylinders gives you something called a tricylinder:

Images from Wikipedia

They showed me this and I was interested in the diamond-like pattern of the corners and edges on the tricylinder. Looking at it, we can see that the points at which all three cylinders intersect form a cube, and the other corner points come from where two cylinders intersect in the middle of the third, which seem to be positioned in the middle of the squares from the cube. Plotting this out and projecting the vertices onto a sphere to get a better idea of how they're arranged, I got this funny shape, which is called a rhombic dodecahedron, apparently:

Made with desmodder for desmos graphing calculator, graph link

I guess the name comes from how all its faces are rhombuses and how it has twelve faces, the same number of faces as a dodecahedron. Sharing this with them, another friend's immediate reaction was "oh SHIT it's the"

along with this implicit plot of the rhombic dodecahedron in a 3-d grapher (a really cool one, by the way) (also, not the exact image they sent, just recreated it lol). What immediately caught my attention was how simple this implicit equation was. It seemed awfully convenient how this complex shape could be described so concisely with an implicit. I looked up the rhombic dodecahedron on Wikipedia, and found that it was, in particular, a zonohedra, which is a competitor for the most fuckin silly math term of all time.

A zonohedra is a convex polyhedron which is centrally symmetric, possessing a special kind of symmetry, but what's sick is that a zonohedra may be equivalently described as a Minkowski sum of a collection of line segments. A Minkowski sum of two shapes is just the shape you get when you take any point from the first and add it to any point in the second, via vector addition. You can repeat this to get the Minkowski sum of any number of shapes in any number of dimensions, and when the shapes are all line segments, you get a zonotope (lmao).

Thus, 3-dimensional zonotopes are these zonohedra, which come from taking some number of line segments in 3 dimensions, and then going through all combinations of points on them, picking one point for each segment, and adding them together. The rhombic dodecahedron turns out to be the Minkowski sum of the line segments forming the long diagonals of a cube, and I can't help but feel like the simplicity of it's implicit equation comes from how it can be expressed as a zonohedron.

(Me realizing the rhombic dodecahedron is a zonohedron)

Thus, I'm interested in how you could get from a zonohedron to a Minkowski sum, and then to an implicit plot, or maybe the other way around from an implicit plot to a Minkowski sum (though this requires you know the implicit gives a Minkowski sum to begin with). For example, any cube is the Minkowski sum of three orthogonal line segments of equal length (letting the lengths vary gives you a cuboid), and the unit cube has the implicit equation

max(abs(x),abs(y),abs(z))=1,

so I wonder how you could derive the implicit from the Minkowski sum. (Unfortunately, the cube is the only Platonic solid that's also a zonohedra, since it turns out that the faces of a zonohedron have to have an even number of sides, so womp womp for expressing the tetrahedron, octahedron, icosahedron, or dodecahedron as Minkowski sums of line segments.)

Note how it doesn't matter if you translate a shape in any direction when taking the Minkowski sum, since the resulting shape will be congruent to to what it'd be without translating, namely, it'll just be that shape translated in the same way the component shape was. This means you can translate the line segments in a zonohedron's corresponding Minkowski sum so they all sit at the origin, so that every one of them can be described with the vector sitting at the end of the line segment; the zonohedron can be derived from just a collection of vectors. This site I found gives these vectors for lots of different zonohedra.

So, given some 3-dimensional vectors, how would you get an implicit equation plotting the zonohedron they represent? I'm working on this for the 2-dimensional case, with the goal of being able to bump it up to 3-d or even generalize it to n-dimensions once I figure it out.

Also, another thing I'm mildly curious about. In my opinion, the tricylinder is much more cool and swag than the bicylinder because the 3 cylinders it comes from make full use of 3-dimensional space and thus we get a cool polyhedron from it (the bicylinder gives you something called a hosohedron). An infinite (filled-in) cylinder can be thought of as the Cartesian product of a disc with the real line, for example, for an infinite cylinder around some axis, you take a disc orthogonal to that axis and sweep it back and forth along the axis.

This proposes a generalization of the tricylinder: In n-dimensional space, take n copies of the Cartesian product of an (n-1)-ball with a line. Namely, for each axis from the canonical basis, take the unit (n-1)-ball sitting orthogonal to that axis and sweep it back and forth, getting a (filled-in) "hypercylinder" (don't know if this is the actual name for this). If we take the intersection of these hypercylinders, what's the n-dimensional polytope we get from the boundary of the intersection, that is, the graph we get from the boundary? (How to even define this boundary graph, that is, define what the vertices and edges are in a way that generalizes to n-dimensions is the first step).

For 2-dimensions, the 1-ball is just a closed interval, and the cylinders are just infinite strips, so the intersection is the filled-in unit square and the boundary is a square. The boundary of the Minkowski sum of 4 line segments, starting at the center of a square and ending at its vertices, is also a square. Similarly, for 3-dimensions as we saw we get a rombic dodecahedron, which is equivalent (as a graph) to the boundary of the Minkowski sum of 8 line segments going from the center of a cube to its vertices.

If this pattern continues, which I feel like it should, it'd give an equivalence for this question, namely, the n-polytope coming from the boundary of the intersection would be equivalent (graph-isomorphic) to the n-polytope coming from the boundary of the Minkowski sum of 2^n line segments, going to the vertices of the n-hypercube. (Note that we could just take 2^(n-1) line segments going to just the vertices of the top half of the hypercube to get an equivalent shape up to some translation and dilation, this is what the website I linked five paragraphs ago does.)

That's all for now. Will post an update on this if I find somethin!

#math #mathematics #mathblr #mathcore #rhodes math

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

What are three names you like that start with the same letter as your fist name? Hailey, Harry, Hannah

How old will you turn on your next birthday? 25

What are three things you like about your birth month (besides it being the month your birthday is in)? Aquarius, I like the winter weather and majority of my friends also have their birthday's around that time

…and what are three things you dislike about it? It is close to valentine's day so my ex said that the celebration would be combined (I didn't mind too much but womp womp) It's a day before my mum's birthday and I used to hate that it was usually during school time

List three celebrities that are the same height as you. Emma Watson, Selena Gomez and Jennifer Anniston (WIN)

Are you happy with your height, or do you wish you were shorter or taller? Why? I wouldn't mind being 5'6 or 5'7 but no taller

Which family member did you inherit your hair colour from? Probs my dad's side of the family.

List three things in nature that are the same color as your eyes. 👀 Grass, leaves, trees lol

Are you happy with your current weight, or do you wish you weighed more or less? No way, less pls.

If applicable, how many pounds do you want to lose? 2 stone

How many years has it been since you were last a student enrolled in school? 🏫 I am still enrolled in university but will be graduating this year :)

What was your favourite class in high school? I really enjoyed maths class mainly because I got put into a group where we could work at the same pace and it was really supportive class!

How many sisters do you have? Zero.

How many brothers do you have? Uno.

If you had a twin sister, what would she be named? Maybe Imogen since that is another name my parents liked.

How many dogs have you had in your lifetime? 🐶 Sadly zero

How many cats have you had in your lifetime? 🐈 Sadly zero

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Rabbits hehe

Where was your dad born? Hertfordshire

Where was your mum born? Leicestershire

Where were you born? Essex

Have you ever met anyone unrelated to you that had the same last name as you? Yes, very common last name

How many sister-in-laws do you have? Zero

How many brother-in-laws do you have? Zero

How many nieces do you have? Zero

How many nephews do you have? Zero

How many of your grandparents are still living? Two

Are you good at taking pictures? 📸 I try

What are three things you’ve been complimented on? My smile, my hair and my lipstick application haha

What is your dream job? Lawyer - hopefully a good one

…and are you currently working in your dream job? I am!

Do you consider yourself spiritual? Hmm I think so but not too sure

Do you consider yourself religious? Yes but in a non-traditional sense

Do you have a positive or negative view of the word “religion”? Bit of both. It offered a good community for me when I was growing up and for my family but on the other side I have seen it used in the name of hatred and that sucks.

Do you have a positive or negative view of the word “spiritual”? I think spiritual has become a term where people want to distance themselves from traditional religion. I think that is good but I do think it isn't taken as seriously unfortunately.

Who is the most spiritual person you know? I don't know any personally or we haven't had that discussion yet.

When was the last time you stepped foot inside of a church? ⛪️ Years ago and probs for midnight mass

Do you regularly attend church? Why or why not? ⛪️ Not anymore. I think worship can happen anywhere and a church is not mandatory.

Have you ever been to a mosque? 🕌 nope

Have you ever been to a synagogue? 🕍 Yes on a school trip

What is your favourite religious holiday? Christmas is pretty good.

If applicable, does your faith mean a lot to you? Yes

Do you have the same worldview as your parents? I suppose but it probs deviates from time to time

Have you ever attended a Christian school? 🏫 Yes

How often do you pray? 🙏 Not actively.

Have you ever danced in church? 💃 Sang yes but not danced

Have you ever been baptized, and if so, where and how were you baptized? 🌊 Yes, as a baby in a catholic church

How many presidential elections have you voted in? 🗳️ I do not have presidential elections in my country :)

Are you happy with the current state of your nation? We need improving ofc

How many different medications do you normally take daily? 💊 none

Which medication(s) do you hate the most, and why? Not taken enough to know.

Is your current doctor a male or female? Depends who the appointment is with but last appointment I had a male doctor.

Do you prefer male or female doctors? Why? I haven't had a problem where I think I would feel more comfortable with a woman but I can imagine that would be a reason why

How is your mental health? How has it been lately? Feeling overwhelmed with exams finishing but also the idea of the unknown for what is next.

#suverys #spicynightlife #08/06/23

[a-lucha-brother]

AEW DYNASTY 2024 PREDICTIONS

(Lol guess who thought Dynasty was NEXT week and not TONIGHT.....this guy right here, so here's an impromptu predictions list for y'all)

Buy in:

Six Man Tag "Title For Titles Match" for the AEW World Trios Championships AND ROH Six-Man Tah Team Championships (lol what):

The Acclaimed vs Bullet Club Gold

The Acclaimed are going to be obvious winners here.....or will they?

Yeah, they probably will. But I won't be upset either way, BCG could do with a rub and away from this fued and The Acclaimed need something at this point in the game.

Finish: Mike Drop on Austin Gunn

Singles Match:

Trent Baretta vs Matt Sydal

Gonna be Trent ofc, need to keep that heel turn momentum going on the road to getting that OC fued properly up and running.

Finish: One, maybe 2 piledrivers from Trent along with evil look into the camera.

Tag Match between Orange Cassidy and Katsuyori Shibata vs Shane Taylor Promotions

AEW has a stick up their ass about Cassidy losing matches (must have a cmause that says only losses 1 in every 100 matches) so I can't see anything else happening but a win......unless Trent wants to be MY best friend and interfere maybe? 👉👈

Finish: Orange Punch/Shibata punt combination

MAIN CARD:

AEW International Championship

RODERICK Strong (c) vs KYLE O'Reilly

Call me crazy brother, but even with all the shenanigans that are going to go down I still think Kyle will win. It just seems right, and AEW really needs to start doing what seems right more often regardless of whether it frequencies the belts around. The question is, does this lead to Kyle joining The Unidsputed Fuckboys? Who knows! Hopefully!

Finisher: whatever the fuck Kyle does to hurt people.

FTW Rules Match for the FTW Championship:

Hook (c) vs Chris Jericho

Firstly what the fuck does FTW rules even mean? Isn't the whole point of that belt is that it was supposed to do away with being limited by rules? Idk man, I've ranted about this belt before and I won't do it again. But call me crazy brother, but I think if you want to keep this going and keep massive heat all over it, you give the belt to Jericho and have Hook go through "The Seven Labours of Jericho" to get it back. Don't call me a booker, but someone needs to give TK my number so we can make money together.

Finisher: Jericho distracts the ref, shenanigans Hook and then "submits" him with the Walls.

6-man Tag Match:

Edgedam Copeland, King of the Bums and YEEHAW Briscoe vs The House of Black

Christ on a fucking crutch, just let the House win and let's all go home happy alright? Alright!

Finish: Black Mass, I won't stand for anything else.

House Rules Match for the TBS Championship (WOO!):

Julia "By God" Hart (c) vs Womp Womp Nightingale:

I swear to god if Willow wins this damn belt I'm going to strangle the life put of my cat. See the previous match for what I think should happen. Let the House win, push them to the high heavens and let's go home happy. NOBODY wants Willow to win thus and they say they do they're lying.

Finish: Julia pulls out a gun and puts us out of our misery.

Continental Championship:

Kazuchika Okada (c) a.k.a. ME vs Pac

Oh ya bastard I think this is going to be my match of the night. These two are going to beat the absolute hell out of each other. And any nae sayers over Okada are about to be convinced by him now.

Finish: RRRRREEEEAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNNMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Ladder Match for the vacant AEW World Tag Team Championships:

The EVPs of Youth vs Fear the Top Guys

Well slap my balls and call me Shanice I think for the first time in my entire life I actively want Matthew and Nicholas Jackson to win a match. Miracles truly have happened in the world of professional wrestling and this is that miracle. I just think The Elite need to run complete riot over AEW for the next year until Kenny Omega comes back. And I'm ALL IN for it brother. WOO!!!

Finish: 81,035 EVP Triggers (oh and pulling the belts off from the top of the ladders)

AEW Women's World Championship:

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH!!

Timeless Toni Storm (c) vs Thunder Rosa

I'm glad Rosa is finally getting her rubber match for the title she never lost. But still, it's been too long, that ship as sailed and the Timeless Era is here to stay, like a fine wine.

Finish: some posterior related move

WILLIAM BY GOD OSPREAY VS BRYAN ON GOD DANIELSON

I cannot begin to even predict this because I can think of 5 different variables as to where they can go with this right off the top of my head. So I'm just going to sit back and enjoy this one (even though Will is probably going to win). Tbh there's actually a really good chance that the Don Callies Family will try to help him cheat to win, he'll refuse and Bryan will win off the distraction. But who knows really.

Finish: oh, well, I just kinda gave you one there 🤷‍♂️

AEW World Championship:

Samoa Joe (c) vs WHOSE HOUSE?

I'm telling you brother, Samoa Joe has been my guy for the past 20 years, I always got Joe's back, but what did I say right at the top of all this? AEW really needs to learn to just do the right thing at the right time and Swerve Strickland is absolutely the right thing to do right now (hell it was the right thing a year ago!).

Finish: Something fucking bonkers

And with that, I'm spent. And I bid you, adieu

#personal #aew #aew dynasty #samoa joe #swerve strickland #will ospreay #bryan danielson #toni storm #thunder rosa #kazuchika okada #julia hart #the house of black #the acclaimed

[thatcheeseycandle]

//rant? May have bits of ranting about being indecisive? Yeah basically a rant post.. (I just need to let this out my mind before I go very very "silly")

(A very very big note here that this isn't directed to anyone or is refering to any recent experiences, this is simply a thought/memory that popped into my head that I need to blow out)

When you usually ask someone a question, they can just like BAZINGA WE CAN DO THIS

If you ask something related to a topic that you have so much things to know about its like HEY HEY WE CAN DO THIS DO THAT OH MY GOD WE CAN DO ALL THAT TOO

but but if you ask someone like me you'll basically get a very long pause then the rest depends on what type of question ya ask

Example being that if you ask me something like HEYA BOO WHAT DO YOU THINK ON THIS MOVIE

And I couldve watched it a BAZINGALLION TIMES and then in the end right at that moment I'll have to pull up a google doc then just

Type out the possible questions I would want to ask, while coming up with said questions because I never bothered to ask a question this major..

SO YKNOW THERE ARE TEN STAGES TO THIS, FOR ME ATLEAST

FIRST STAGE IS EXCITEMENT LIKE HOLY GOSH MY GAD THIS IS A VERY GREAT OPPORTUNITY LIKE I CAN ASK ANYTHING

second stage is like.. Okay I need to be REAL smart on what I ask since this is a very important thing

Third stage is questioning, cause Im now talking to myself and I grab out anything big and squishy to hug while Im like my gosh MY GOSH I COULD MISS ALOT OF OPPORTUNITIES HERE AND I MIGHT NOT REALIZE IT WHEN I ASK THE QUESTION

Fourth stage is basically a brain breakdown where I get overwhelmed with all these thoughts while trying to force out any questions I can write down, but I cant since.. I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST I CANT FOR SOME REASON??

fifth stage is cooldown zone where I just try to focus myself on one thing for a bit then once Im all calmed and cooled I'll go back to what I was doing being the question

Sixth stage is basically writing down the ideas while having either Rabbitology or Cosmo Sheldrake songs playing in my headsets

(their songs are so GROOOVTVYVYVYYYVY)

Seventh stage is the womp womp era where I feel like a wetcat and I either ask some friends on what to do or I zone off into the void where I think real deep which causes the process to be longer

Eight stage is the redemption arc where I pull a "three, two, AND A ONE-" timer as I drop out the question to the person who asked the question after I said one

Ninth stage is the aftermath where its either a disco disaster where I blast Crane Wives live song covers or a fluff moment where I feel an equal amount of confidence and tranquility as I read what they reply to my answer yknow feeling an acceptance

Tenth stage is where I either go back to my heck of a mind with daydreams and ideas for the randomest of things or I continue some WIP projects I have in google docs

(cause dios the amount of unfinished projects I can count is very impressive yet worrying)

BUT ANYWAYS ILL JUST KEEP WRITING AND WRITING AND CREATING AND SCREENSHOTTING AND COMBINING YEAHH

Oh and and, light switches and cracking your knuckles are absolutely the greatest clicky sounds to my ears.

#cheesyversial rants #cheesy/shit posts #EHH WELL.. BAZINGA? #indecisiveness gets to me like it's hunting me down for a bounty.. #Not gonna lie.. This is why I prefer messaging rather than calling #because I might just butcher lots of words..

[neweverwic]

Arc 3 Summary: Travel Mishaps (or, BZZZT?)

One of Ana's forum pals, bigfootapologist, makes a new thread: "anyone else notice this weird thing in google maps?"

When Ana checked out the coordinates, she did indeed see what bigfootapologist was describing: someone, glitchy-looking but distinguishable as a figure, looking directly into the camera on street view. After some discussion with Esther the gang decided to investigate further.

When attempting to go to the location of the coordinates, however, some weird temporal shit started happening; they would re-drive past entire blocks before getting jumped backwards spatially, or to different locations entirely. Ana looked up each new place they got jumped to on maps and discovered the figure again, looking directly into the camera, slightly more distorted and corrupted with each new location. Ana realized that if you plot the coordinates of them looking weirdly into the camera, it roughly spells out HELP, with a final location at the southern end of Middle Park, where there is a small power management facility. Here, the figure was doing something different: pointing into a flower bed.

Upon arriving at the power station, they found someone else investigating: cryptocryptarch, another local forum-goer, who gets electrocuted and knocked out pretty fast. They also find the figure itself - it is rapidly morphing between two people, like that 4-dimensional centaur post, so at various points a various mishmash of body parts of alabaster stone is visible. It is mostly 3D but with a weird flattening glitch effect that flashes in and out. At this location, if they look at streetview again, they can see the weird fucked up 4D swiveling in every screenshot. It Looks At You.

Ana recovers two metal wings from the flower bed that look like they might click together, so she does. A metal staff telescopes out from the joining point, creating a caduceus. Weirdly, if anyone else tries to touch it, they get zapped - approximately on the same scale as if you accidentally brush a busted power socket, not debilitating but intensely uncomfortable. No one else can hold it except for Ana. The creature, uh, 'requests' that Ana give it the caduceus. She passes it over and a transformation occurs.

The figure resolves into two separate but identical people with Roman front-facing hair styles and long white robes, who are revealed to be Abeona and Adeona, twin minor Roman goddesses of outward journeys & safe returns, respectively. They were doing Random Travel God Shit when the caduceus they share - which contains their God Essence(tm) to manifest on Earth - was broken (on purpose, by Indigo, specifically to cause chaos, lol!). They got zapped into the grid and the internet, their code got combined and corrupted, and they need help getting out, which has been achieved! They offer Ana a boon, which she takes, and turns out to kinda suck: Ana will always be a little bit late to things, no matter what. Womp womp.

Game run 5/17/2021 on discord.

[x x]

[x]

#new everwic 3

[unbound-space-trash]

Stars

summary: the mandalorian comes back from a hunt, but you’re not quite ready to go from being cooped up on the ship planetside, to being cooped up on the ship in space [ao3]

words: 2.3k

warnings: none except for some swearing and fluff about idiots in love

a/n: I really wasn’t expecting this to be longer than a thousand words, but more words kept happening and it just... kept going... so, have some words

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The Child babbled and waved his arms animatedly at you as the two of you played on the floor of the Razor Crest’s cargo hold. 

It was closing in on the fourth day since the Mandalorian had left to go chase down a bounty, and you and the Child were both getting a little restless from being cooped up on the ship.

You were also starting to feel a desperate need for adult interaction, because while the Child had no problem holding up a side of a conversation, it wasn’t exactly intelligible. And sure, Mando wasn’t the most talkative of beings (if you were being honest, sometimes you felt like you were talking to an empty helmet for all he held up his end), at least conversations between the two of you revolved around topics other than food and naps. 

You stretched your arms above your head before gathering up the pile of scattered blocks again. “Alright little one, I’ll cut you a deal,” you said as you fixed the Child with a mock-stern look. “I’ll help you build one more tower, and then you help me tidy up and put together some dinner, yeah?”

The Child tilted his head at you before reaching out and patting the palm of the hand you offered him, an excited look in his eyes at the promise of minor destruction and food. 

You laughed. “Excellent. Now hand me that green one and we can-“

thumpthump thump thumpthump

The sound of someone hitting the outer hull of the Crest cut you off, and at the recognition of the familiar pattern, you quickly shoved the colourful blocks behind a crate before scooping up the Child and rushing up the ladder to close the two of you in the cockpit. 

More than used to the routine by now, the Child was quiet in your arms as you got yourself settled in the co-pilots seat. His large ears perked up at the sound of the rear hatches ramp descending, and then you found yourself hurriedly covering said ears at the sudden onslaught of curses and insults. 

“-iece of shit! Take these fuckin’ cuffs off me so I c’n knock th’t shitty fuckin’ helmet off your fuckin’ head, you stupid shiny moth-FUCK!”

The familiar hiss of the carbonite freezer cut off the swearing of the pissed off bounty and the Crest fell mostly silent again, until the sound of someone climbing the ladder drifted into the cockpit. 

The cockpit doors opened and you shot an unimpressed look at the Mandalorian standing in the doorway, your hands still covering the Child’s ears. 

“You know, I really won’t be surprised if the kid’s first word in Basic is ‘fuck’,” you said, before lowering your hands. 

Mando made his way into the cockpit and turned the pilot’s seat around to face you before sitting down. “Neither would I,” he huffed, leaning forward to take the Child who had started squirming with a vengeance the second his beskar-clad guardian had appeared. Mando turned his attention to the kid. “You behave while I was gone, ad’ika?”

The Child babbled and waved his hands animatedly.

“Eh, about as well as can be expected, all things considered,” you said as you made a see-saw motion with your hand. “On a totally unrelated note, if you find food stuck to anything high up, I’ll let you use your imagination as to how it got there.”

Mando shook his head. “Womp rat,” he grumbled, and you could hear the accompanying eyeroll. His helmet looked back in your direction. “Sorry it took so long. Bastard was smarter than I thought he’d be. But we should have a clear run back to Nevarro for a couple rest days before heading back out again.”

You couldn’t help the look of displeasure that crossed your face at the thought of being cooped up on the Razor Crest for even longer.

“What is it?” Mando asked.

You moved to stand up, “I- nothing.”

Mando’s head tilted at your hesitation. “Cyar’ika, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” You dropped back down into the co-pilots seat with a sigh. “The kid and I have been inside the Crest the whole time you were gone, and I just…” You sighed again, looking down as you picked at a loose thread on your shirt. “I was kind of hoping that we could, you know, stay a bit longer and just… get some fresh air and let the kid chase bugs or roll in the grass or whatever.” You raised your head back up to look at the Mandalorian who was just looking back at you. Probably. He was facing you at least. “O-only if it’s safe! That’s… that’s why we didn’t go outside while you were gone. I mean, I know you taught me to shoot so I can help protect the kid if I need to, but-”

“Cyar’ika, stop.” The Mandalorian cut you off.

You looked back down at your lap again. “‘M sorry, I knew it was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Mando said and he shifted the Child to one arm as he stood, offering you a hand. 

You relished the feel of the worn leather in your hand as he pulled you up, a bright smile lighting up your features. “Really? You don’t mind?” 

“C’mon mesh’la, I’ll start a fire and we can eat outside.”

You followed Mando out of the cockpit. He still hadn’t explained his nicknames for you, but they sound somewhat affectionate at least, so you guess you don’t mind.

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After he set up a small area and built up a fire just outside the cover of the Razor Crest, the Mandalorian disappeared back inside to clean up in the ‘fresher, while the Child “helped” you put together a quick stew for dinner. 

As it cooked, you kept a close eye on the Child as he toddled through the grass and chased bugs in dying sunlight. When the Mandalorian returned, he took over so that you could take your own turn to wash up in the ‘fresher. 

Once the food was ready, the Mandalorian went back up to the cockpit to eat, while you and the Child ate next to the fire. 

You watched the Child’s eyes drooping closed more and more near the end of the meal, eventually retrieving his bowl before the poor kid could fall asleep in what little was left of his stew. Picking him and taking him inside, the combination of a full belly and running off all his excess energy had the Child asleep almost as soon as he was tucked into his little hammock. 

The Mandalorian made his way back outside after you’d settled back next to the fire, leaning back a bit to look up at the stars. 

“Where’s the kid?” He asked as he walked down the ramp. 

You gestured in the direction of the bunk. “Comatose. I think that’s the easiest time I’ve ever had putting him down to sleep,” you said, a fond smile on your face. 

Your gaze was still fixed on the stars above you, so you didn’t really notice the Mandalorian watching you. Not that you would have been able to see the way he looked at you, drinking in your features; the soft smile on your face, the way the stars reflected in your eyes. His adoration for you hidden behind a mask of beskar. 

A gloved hand entered your line of sight. “Stand up.”

Your eyes flickered suspiciously between his visor and his hand, thinking back to the last time he’d done this, and the bruised ass and ego that had resulted from the self-defence lesson. “Mando, if you’re seriously thinking about another punching lesson, I’m going to politely tell you to fuck off.”

He said nothing, hand still held out waiting to help you up. 

You let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wouldn’t back down. “Fine, but just know, if I end up puking, I’ll be aiming directly for your boots,” you grouched as you took his hand and were pulled to your feet. 

An amused snort made its way through the modulator of the helmet as he led you by the hand to the side of the Crest, nodding to the handholds on the outer hull that led to the top of the ship. “Up.”

“Oh, hell no!” You looked at him in disbelief. “Nu-uh, I am not climbing up there so you can teach me a lesson in watching where I put my feet! Because when I fall off-“

“I won’t let you fall off, cyare, just climb up the damn ladder,” he said gruffly. 

“Fine,” you said with a frown as you took your hand out of his (somewhat reluctantly) and climbed up the side of the ship. 

You heard him begin his own ascent as you neared the top, and after you reached the roof of the Crest, you took up what you hoped was a solid stance. “I hope you’re prepared to explain to the kid why I have a broken arm tomorrow, Mando,” you told him. 

His helmet tilted slightly. “You don’t trust me, cyare?”

You raised an eyebrow at him in response. “Mando, I trust you with my life. I don’t trust myself not to topple my ass off- … wh-what’re you doing?” You stuttered to a halt as he sat down on the roof. 

The Mandalorian shrugged what would have been nonchalantly if you hadn’t picked up on the slightly nervous quality of his voice. “You can get a better view of the stars from up here.”

“I- you… I thought... s-stars?” All of your higher brain function seemed to have deserted you at the sight of your Mandalorian looking up at you, leaning back on one hand while the other rested on his knee. 

He chuckled at the combination of confusion and appreciation on your face. “Yes mesh’la, stars.” He leaned forward to take his weight off his arm. “Are you going to stand there staring all night, or are you going to come sit down?”

You startled at the gentle teasing tone in his voice. “Oh, yeah- I… o-okay,” you stuttered out as you made your way over to him. You sat down next to him, leaving a foot of space between the two of you, only to let out a squeak of surprise as his arm came around your back and tugged you so that you were flush against his side. 

There was another tug at your shoulder, this time directing you backwards. “Lie down, cyare,” he murmured next to your ear as he gently guided you to lay down with your head on his bicep. 

A cool breeze drew you out of the shock of being pulled into such an intimate position with the Mandalorian, and you hesitantly wriggled a bit closer into his warmth. The arm curled around you tightened slightly and his thumb hesitantly began to rub gentle circles on your own arm. “Is… is this okay, mesh’la?” 

You smiled at the question. “Yes Mando, this is more than okay,” you said, before turning your head to look back up at the stars.

The two of you had been laying there for a while, silently watching the moon as it made its slow march across the sky before you spoke up. “Are you ever going to tell me what they mean?”

The Mandalorian turned his head to you. “... the stars?”

You snorted out a laugh, “no, you overgrown tin can. What you call me, you know, the nicknames in what I’m going to assume is Mando’a.” His thumb stopped rubbing circles and you lifted yourself up on one elbow to look at him with a small frown. “None of them mean ‘asshole’, right?”

He huffs out a surprised laugh and pushes himself up to lean back on his elbows too. “No, none of them mean asshole,” he said as he turned his head back to the sky.

“Then what-”

“Beautiful.” His helmet tilted back towards you.

“I- what?” You were sure you hadn’t heard him properly.

The Mandalorian cleared his throat a little. “Mesh’la. It means ‘beautiful’.” He reached up and poked at the frown line between your eyebrows when you stayed silent, your mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise, and then his hand moved to cup your cheek. “You are beautiful.” 

You turned your face into his hand and pressed a shy kiss into the palm of his glove even as you felt your face heating up. “Mando-” you began, but he shook his head and pulled you towards him to rest your forehead on his.

“Din,” his voice was soft and low, the single syllable barely picked up by the modulator. “Din Djarin. Not Mando, not to you.”

His name. 

You pulled back to look at him, eyes tearing up a little even as your lips quirked into a smile at the trust he had in you to give you his name. “Din Djarin,” you murmured, testing out his name for yourself.

A low noise rumbled in his chest. Fuck, but he liked how his name fell from your lips. “Can I hold you again, ner kar’ta?”

“Of course,” you smiled and the two of you lay back down, Man- Din pillowing his head on his arm while you tucked yourself back into his side. “So, does this mean you’re going to tell me what the other ones mean?”

Din chuckled and you enjoyed how it sounded directly under your ear. “Not just yet, mesh’la. But maybe…” he broke off as if thinking about something.

“Maybe?” you questioned, perking up at the idea of possibly learning what another one meant.

“Shabuir,” he spoke up after a moment.

“You haven’t called me that before. What’s it mean?”

Din chuckled again. “That one means asshole.”

You huffed a laugh of your own and poked him in an unarmored section of his side in retaliation. “Shut up and watch the stars with me, smartass.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian x reader #gender neutral reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #star wars fanfic

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Deepest of Desires

Y’all I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself but here we go. I’ve already talked about what some of Pedro’s Characters’ kinks would be but I need to compile them in one place...don’t ask me why. All suggestions for any characters are welcomed, I will happily add to the filth on this list.

Warnings: NSFW under cut

Words: 6K+

The Mandalorian - Breeding Kink. Period.

You somehow don’t notice it at first. He’s always careful not to make a mess of you because he thinks you deserve to be worshiped and not taken like a common whore. But then it gradually escalates and you’re not sure what caused this new change but you don’t mind it. Little do you know, Din noticed the little bump in your arm one night when he was kissing every inch of your skin. And something switches inside him and he becomes more needy and desperate whenever he fucks you. The first time he comes in you, you think it’s because he may have been distracted so you don’t think too much about it. The second time, you blame it on the kid cooing from the other room just as Din comes. It’s the third time that gives you an inclination as to what Din has been doing because not only does he cum in you, but he continues to fuck you and moves his hands down to feel your combined juices soaking your skin and the sheets. You feel overwhelmed by how much it turns him on but say nothing, choosing to bring it up another time. When it finally rolls around, and you’re in the middle of the most passionate, sweaty, crazed sex ever, you pull him down and mouth at his jaw, begging him to cum in you. Din freezes for a moment and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing. Before you think twice of it, he’s hooking one leg up against his shoulder and railing into you, whispering his need to fill you up with his cum over and over again until you’re leaking with it. You could barely manage to respond, moaning when he tells you how often he thinks about breeding you, how much he wishes he could fuck a baby in you, and how hard he gets when he pictures you nursing his kid while taking care of the little womp rat. And you all but lose it when he cums in you and continues to fuck you, not caring about the filthy squelching sounds emitting from where you’re joined as he ensures you reach your pleasure. As soon as he tells you how he wishes he could fuck your tits when they’re full of milk and suck on them until you’re oversensitive and you’re soaking him, you’re coming on his cock and are reduced to a mess as he pushes his cum deep into your aching cunt to ensure that not a single drop is wasted. And it’s not until later that he suggests you take the implant out so he could see your belly growing with his child.

Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels - Bondage, preferably with his lasso or whip.

Jack loves to play in the bedroom but he never brings it up with you, afraid that his tastes might be a little too much for someone as sweet and innocent as you. You’ve only known each other for a couple of months but he’s been smitten when you walked in and showed him who’s boss during one of the training sessions. And ever since then, he’s wanted nothing more than to tie you up to his bed and have his way with you all night long. But he’s reluctant because even if this dating thing is official, he’s still the senior agent and he should be taking care of you everywhere, including the bed. So mark him surprised when you literally crawl to him on your knees one day with his lasso hanging loosely around your neck and tell him to take you on the floor. Jack loses whatever self control he has left and instantly take hold of the lasso, pulling you towards the couch until you’re kneeling in between his spread thighs. He tightens it just a little as he nods to his belt, almost coming as soon as he feels your lips around his cock and your nails digging into his thighs. You beg him to take what he wants and he trusts that you’ll tell him to stop should you feel uncomfortable. And that’s how his little games with you start. You’re either following him around with the rope around your neck like a fucking collar or you’re bending over or getting on all fours as he expertly whips your backside without breaking skin. It makes him hard knowing how much you trust him and he finally has the courage to ask you if it was possible to tie you to his bed. You’re all giggles and smiles before you run up to his room and strip for him, barely letting a moment pass after he ties you before you’re begging him to fuck you dumb. He takes you in as many positions as possible all night long and you take everything he gives you like a little sweet girl. Whether your hands are tied or your legs are tied and spread out open for him, not a single complaint leaves your lips. And he keeps fucking you long after the two of you are sensitive because he can’t believe how lucky he got with you and how willing you are for him to take over.

Javier Peña - Degradation in the forms of Dirty Talk, Choking, and Spanking.

There is a lot of pent up frustration and aggression that Javi keeps bottled up throughout the day. And you realize this job is really getting to him when he stops visiting his friends after work. When you ask him why he doesn’t go to any of them anymore, his answer is surprising. It’s not because he doesn’t want to have sex anymore, no. It’s because he can’t get the same satisfaction out of a simple fuck. And when you press him further, he tells you that he would never want to mistreat one of them how he wants to because they’ve seen enough and they don’t deserve seeing this ugly side of him and they really don’t deserve getting called all sorts of names that fly through his lips in the moments of passion. So you strike a bargain with him. It’s much more difficult to convince him than you think it would be considering how much you know he enjoys this and you leave it on the table until one day, he knocks on your door and apologizes because he can’t take it anymore. There is an awkwardness to what the two of you do in the beginning and he does nothing of what you know he yearns to do. But slowly, his touches get rougher, his words get harsher, and before you know it, he’s no longer the private, somehow shy agent that you’ve worked with for a few years now. No. He’s a man who twists his hands into your hair and pulls you up to him when he needs to bite your neck. He slaps your ass until you’re a crying mess and then he calls you his ‘sweet fucking cockslut’ because you’re taking him so well. You occasionally find his hand around your throat as he rails into you against the wall or in the shower or even on the floor when he’s desperate, and you can tell that he enjoys this more than he’s letting on because the louder you whine for him, the harder his thrusts become and the tighter his grip around your neck is. He loves sees the bruises after and he especially enjoys it when you don’t bother to hide the handprints beneath a scarf. No, you wear it proudly so everyone knows not to fuck with you. And it takes you a while to notice that it’s the fastest way he could get you coming, something that he realizes much before you, hence the constant need to keep his fingers tight around your your lovely skin. But as rough as Javi gets, he also knows how to take care of you after. You smile when you hear gruff voice whispering how perfect you were for him and how he can’t believe you’re letting him do this and how lucky he is to have someone like you giving him this much pleasure and allowing him to use you as if you were nothing more than a harlot. He leaves you sore and bruised most of the time, and his words echo in your mind until you fall asleep and dream of him fucking you over and over again...

My cockslut...Little fucking whore...Letting me fuck you like a bitch in heat...This is my filthy cunt...You belong to me querida...Look how pathetic you are...You gone cockdumb now hermosa? I own you...My fuckdoll...My filthy girl...I’m gonna fill all your holes...Such a good girl for letting me fuck this ass...You’re mine my little whore...No one gets to fuck this except me...You’re nothing but a quick fuck that gets me off...So filthy...Worthless...Wet pussy...Scream my name...Or better yet, shut the fuck up so we don’t wake the neighbors...Fucking hell this cunt is so wet...knew it...Knew you were a whore.

Pero Tovar - Spitting Kink or anything with fluids really.

He’s still unsure of how he managed to have you lay in his arms night after night. He swears this is a dream because you’re an angel and he’s a monster. But you go to him night after night, begging him to have his way with you. Tovar loses his mind when you moan his name so innocently and he can’t bring himself to deny you anything when you’re asking him so sweetly and spread out for him. He does, however, grow quiet when he watches you one day as you get on your knees and suck on his cock until he cums down your throat. But that’s not what surprised him, no. It’s that you’re drooling and spitting and making a mess of yourself. And Tovar likes how you look when your chest is messy with your spit and his seed. This interest only gets worse when he fucks you so hard you squirt around him, and he wants to do that again. He wants to bring you this much pleasure again. So he fucks you hard and deep until you’re soaking the two of you and then he’s coming hard. And before he does anything, you’re leaning down and licking his cock, humming when you taste yourself on him. And that seems to be it for him because he grabs your chin and forces you to open your mouth, and before you can say anything, he’s spitting twice in on your tongue and shoving his fingers deep down your throat. He’s proud of your shocked expression and swears into the night when you get on all fours and start sucking him off again, this time knowing that he has his spit and yours on his cock. And that’s how it is for the two of you from now on. Him spitting down your throat to make sure your mouth is wet enough for his cock, or sometimes spitting on his hands and pushing them past your lips so he could keep you quiet. Occasionally, you’ll ask him to hand you a cup of water but instead, he drinks it and raises an eyebrow for you to open your mouth. You do so without hesitation every time and it almost always ends with the two of you fucking like animals on the floor or against the wall. And one hundred percent of the time, the two of you have to go wash because there is spit and cum and sweat and your juices drenching the two of you.

Oberyn Martell - Touch and anything that involves fruits and drinks.

It’s intimidating in the beginning. Actually, the act itself is not intimidating. He is intimidating. Prince Oberyn is anything but shy and it takes you a while to realize that you shouldn’t be shameful around him. As a matter of fact, you notice that he will reward you if you treat him as a lover and not as your Prince. He teases you the first few times, telling you that there was no way you were the same person he’s heard so many poems about. You grow bolder with him and beg him to lay down as you walk across the room and take hold of the basket of fruits. Oberyn raises an eyebrow at your actions but says nothing, spreading himself out and whispering a quick ‘careful’ when he sees you bring a knife out from between your thighs. He watches as you expertly cut the large orange, and hisses when you begin to squeeze it on his nipples, down his chest, and finally on his cock. The nectar is cold but his eyes never leave you as you lean down and lick him dry, his hands going instantly into your hair when you gag on his cock. He cums down your throat not too long after that and pulls you towards his lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and moaning when he tastes himself and the orange juice. And it becomes a habit after that. Sometimes he’s drenching you with sour liquids and massaging them across your muscles and other times, you’re licking them off of his warrior body. It comes to a point where he no longer enjoys fucking you unless there’s some sticky juices slipping between the two of you. He doesn’t care what it is. All he cares for is touching every inch of your skin with whatever viscous material you chose this time and it’s his happy day when you bring in honey and drip it all over yourself and him. It’s the filthiest it’s ever gotten between the two of you and you notice how he can’t keep his hands to himself anymore. He’s torn between fucking you into the next kingdom and kissing and touching your sweet soft skin. But he’s an intelligent man and he finds a way to do all of that simultaneously, bringing you closer to your pleasure much faster than before. Who knew honey and fruits would make the Prince of Dorne this unhinged.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales - Mile High Club. Enough said.

It’s something the two of you have briefly discussed but never actually had a chance to act upon. But then Pope approaches the two of you for a job that doesn’t sound too exciting even though it pays well. As soon as he mentions how they need Frankie to fly them to the drop point though, you’re both nodding furiously and telling him that you’re in, smiling to each other when he tells you he’ll send you the details before leaving. You’re not sure how it will work but you agree that you’d figure it out once you’re in the plane. It’s not until you’re in the air that you realize how quiet you have to be, with the guys sitting outside and talking through the plan. You’re thankful that Frankie manages to convince them that he needs you to co-pilot the aircraft with him since it’s been a while. Once you’re up in the air and it’s safe to put the plane on ‘auto-pilot’ you’re moving across the small space and kissing down Frankie’s neck. He’s still looking ahead to ensure that nothing surprising happens but it’s getting more difficult to pay attention when all he wants to do is commit every little nip and kiss and lick to memory. You’re shoving your hands down his pants immediately, knowing that one of the guys could come in any moment and you smile when Frankie moans and swears beneath his breath. You don’t tease him, kneeling down between his thighs and taking him in your mouth until his cock hits the back of your throat. He almost cums right then and there but tries his hardest to last a little longer, if only to enjoy this and feel the adrenaline kick in a little more. As soon as he looks down and watches spit corner at your lips, he’s groaning and moaning your name and you nip at the underside of his cock to shush him, telling him that you really didn’t want to give the other guys a show. He obeys your warning and tries to keep himself in check, torn between removing his hands from the controller to push you down on his cock further, and begging you to strip down and sit on his lap as he continues to pilot the plane. The former seems like a better option and he does tangle his fingers in your hair before pushing you down and savoring the sounds of your throat gagging on his cock. When he sees you touching yourself through your pants, he cums down your throat, so far down that you don’t even taste him when he finally pulls you off of him. You’re both panting and the windows have gotten a little fogged up and it smells like musk and sweat in here but you don’t find it in yourself to care as you stand up and wait for him to right himself before opening the door. You’re met with a couple of whistles and you can’t help but laugh at how flustered Frankie is when the guys continue to tease him. Oh well, it was worth it.

Comandante Veracruz - Exhibitionism.

It’s no secret that the Comandante loves to have his women screaming his name into the night. But when you’re assigned to him, he makes it his life’s mission to ensure that no man will come near you. He’s heard of how you like to play and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get you to start a little game with him. Not even a month in his camp and Veracruz has you writhing in his bed. He fucks you every chance he gets, and he tries to convince himself that it’s because he’s gotten bored with the other women. But he knows very well that it’s only because he’s gotten so fucking obsessed with you that he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t realize that you’ve stopped sleeping around as well and you don’t bother to mention it, mostly because you know it gives him a little edge when you fall into bed with him. He becomes a crazed man when you come to him in the night but then he sees you wrestling with one of his men and he loses his shit. He doesn’t care how pathetic it looks when he comes through the late night camp and drags you across so every one knows who you belong to. Your laughter only makes it worse and he isn’t able to make it into his tent, instead pushing you against one of the trees that’s too close to camp and ordering you to strip down. You do as you’re told and bite back from sobbing when he shoves his cock deep into your cunt. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t wait for you to get used to him. He just fucks you and keeps fucking you until you’re screaming his name and telling everyone how well he fucks you. He’s whispering filthy things in your ears and you feel his cock grow impossibly harder when you tell him how good it feels and how much you love pleasuring him so everyone could know who makes him cum. It should be the other way around but he doesn’t care, continuing his assault and occasionally spanking your ass when you’re not loud enough for him. The camp grows quiet and he’s sure it’s because everyone can hear the two of you hate-fucking the shit out of each other. When he cums in your cunt, he doesn’t give you any reprieve, instead dragging you again the few steps into his tent and not bothering to tie it closed as he pushes you to your knees and forces you to gag on his cock. Anyone can walk and he’s sure that anyone can hear him calling you his filthy cocklut and you’re giving his ego a boost with all the noises you’re making and how much you’re begging him to take you out to the bonfire and fuck you in front of all those men so they know who owns this pussy. Perhaps one day he would do just that, but for now, he’s content with having you to himself. Well, except your screams that is.

Marcus Moreno - Age Play.

He’s not sure what to do anymore. All he knows is that he hears you telling Missy that she needs to get ready so ‘daddy’ isn’t late for work and he has to run to the bathroom before he embarrasses himself. After that little incident, he rarely leaves the two of you alone when he’s at home, always making sure that he’s around just to hear you say that godforsaken word again. He feels guilty for thinking of you that way and he tries to convince himself that he should stop because you’re his kid’s nanny and you probably already have someone closer to your age and it occurs to him that he is getting turned on because of the age gap and how sweet and innocent you look. He feels bad for avoiding you but he doesn’t know what else to do, afraid that he’d lose his control one day and pounce on you. But you’re cornering him one night and you’re asking if you’d done anything wrong and he says that everything’s fine and he’s just been tired but you don’t believe him. He’s about to tell you when Missy walks in crying and she’s telling you that she had nightmares and she wants to go Marcus but you kneel down and take her in your arms and tell her that daddy needs to rest too. Your eyes widen in horror at what you just said and you look up at Marcus only to find him clenching his jaw tightly and thank god the kid is already half asleep in your arms because as soon as your eyes trail down, you find a large tint in his pants and when you make eye contact again, you know. You know why he’s been avoiding you and you see him blushing because he knows that you know. Marcus thinks he’s screwed up and when you walk into his office after putting Missy to sleep again, he’s embarrassed and tripping over his words. But you’re not giving him a chance to say anything and you’re pushing on his chest until he’s sitting on the couch and you’re unbuckling his belt and it’s all happening so fast. Marcus feels his heart skip a beat when he sees you looking through your eyelashes and begging for him, for daddy, to cum down your throat. From then on, it’s hidden glances and soft touches and Marcus waits for you every night in his room, his eyes beaming with joy when you walk in and coo in his ears. He’s hard in an instant when he hears you call him ‘daddy’ and he switches between making love to you and fucking you into the next world every time he hears you whisper how much you enjoy it when he uses you and how much you love it when he calls you his ‘little girl,’ and how you’ve longed to hear him say that he owns your pussy because he’s your daddy and because no one else gets to fuck his sweet little angel. You tell him everything, of how long you’ve wanted him and how none of the boys at college can come close to the way he makes you feel and how much you wish you could stay in his bed forever because he makes you feel safe and he’s your daddy and he takes care of you. And it’s not long before Marcus realizes that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for Missy to have a little brother or sister.

Ezra - Cockwarming.

He’s shy when the two of you shift towards a more physical relationship, mostly because it’s been a while since he’d had anyone he could call his, especially someone as beautiful and kind as yourself. He’s not sure what he’s allowed to do at first but he quickly comes to the realization that you would let him do anything he wanted with you. He’s overwhelmed by your affections and how deep they run because they mirror his own. The idea comes to him one night when the two of you are back in his pod. Neither of you have the energy for anything but he really wants to feel you against him so he begs you to open up for him. You do, thinking he was going to take it slow and pleasure the both of you until you fall asleep in each other’s arms, but then he’s not moving at all, not one muscle, and you quickly realize that he just wants to be inside you and doesn’t care for moving or for doing anything. The thought makes you clench tightly around him and he hisses in your ears, begging you to relax so he doesn’t cum. Not yet. It slowly becomes a habit and more often than not, the two of you are relishing the feeling of being warm and in each other’s arms. His cock twitches inside you and makes your pussy soak him through, squeezing him tightly until he can’t take it anymore and he’s coming deep inside you. Neither of you move as he fills your cunt with his seed and he bucks his hips involuntarily before the two of you relax. You wake up in the middle of the night and he’s still inside you and you sigh when you feel him harden the more you flutter around him. It doesn’t take long for Ezra to pull you closer to him in his sleep and you shut your eyes to enjoy how full you feel before you let your mind relax until you’re softly snoring against him once more.

Maxwell Lord - Praise Kink.

You’re not sure if he’s being serious or not when he mentions it in passing, but you start to notice how he reacts to your words whenever the two of you are alone. He relaxes and leans into you the more you praise him and tell him how good he’s been for you and how lucky you are to have him. It gradually becomes a thing in bed as well except it’s his turn to whisper those sweet filthy words in your ears as he’s pulsating inside you and filling you up over and over again. You were never into this because of how embarrassing it sounds but you find yourself growing hotter and shaking with need the more he tells you that you’re his ‘good little sweetheart’ and that he doesn’t want anyone else but you because you’ve stuck with him through the tough times and now that he literally owns the world, he’ll bring you anything your heart desires. You’re telling him that he’s the only thing you desire because no one treats you so well or cares for you this much or thinks of you so often and Maxwell’s heart shatters because he’s never thought he could hear those words from anyone and he loses himself and takes you as many times during the night as he can because you’ve fallen into his lap and he can’t imagine a life without you and he grows harder in your cunt the more you tell him how good he makes you feel and how perfect he fits inside you and how full you are from his hard and fat cock and it brings him over the edge. So every time he bends you over his desk or pulls you to his lap, you’re both exchanging sweet words to each other because he’s never felt like he could bring the world to anyone but he can with you and you never thought you would every feel this satisfied by someone and you are.

Dave York - Con/Non-Con Play, and the knife/gun comes into play here. (this is dubious so please don’t read on if this makes you uncomfy)

You had some inclination as to what you were getting yourself into when you started working with Dave. He was your senior in the field and never once did you think of breaking his rules. But you do one day and his calm resolve shakes you to your core because his tone maybe patient but his eyes are swimming with anger and frustration. You listen to his orders and nod before going your separate ways. Something is off, however, when you go back to your hotel room and find it darker than you left it. You have about three seconds to react, but you’re three seconds too late and your training is about to kick in when the familiar musky cologne hits your nostrils. You know who it is immediately but his hold tightens around your throat and he’s biting into your neck to let you know who’s in control. You can feel him smile against your heated skin and you’re not sure what he wants but then his hand travels down and roughly grabs at your cunt through your jeans. You’re already a wet mess but Dave is full of surprises, and your eyes widen in horror when you feel a knife to your neck. He breaks for a single moment, asking you if this is what you want, and your brief nod makes him chuckle because he didn’t think he’d be able to get this far but you’re letting him take over. He pushes the knife harder against you and you’re whining and asking him to not hurt you. You took a wild guess at what he was silently asking from you and you’re right on the mark, no pun intended, when his grip tightens around you and he’s shoving you against the wall and ripping through your clothes. You’re begging him not to hurt you and it eggs him on. You don’t have time to think of a proper reaction as you feel the knife dig into your shoulder blades, bordering pain and pleasure. He’s telling you that he owns your body, your breaths, your noises, your arousal, and there’s nothing you could do about it. Because he can kill you with the simplest flick of his wrist. His cock twitches in his pants when you start crying and begging him to not take you but he’s already shoving his dick in your impossibly wet cunt and he can’t believe he found someone who’s tastes run as dark as his. You’re sobbing at how good it feels and how shameless he is with his touches and you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. But right before you fall over the edge, you hear the sound of a gun clicking back and your eyes instantly widen at the sudden shift in the air. You turn around just in time to see Dave hold the gun to your throat while the knife is between his teeth. He’s looking dangerously at you and you realize he must have really had it with you today because he’s pulling out all the stops with you. One glance and you know the safety is off and at the realization of how far he’s willing to take this, you’re coming hard on his cock, soaking him and the your clothes and the ground. He continues to fuck you through it, not caring about the mess the two of you are making. When you lean down and start begging him to not cum in you because it’s not safe, his pace picks up and he shoves the gun in your mouth. One look at how wrecked and sweaty he is and you’re clenching tightly around him. He growls his release when he sees mascara running down your cheeks and he shoves the gun deeper in your throat until you’re gagging on it. He stops and pulls out just to watch his cum rolling down your thighs and he can’t hold back from pushing the handle of his knife in your cunt so you wouldn’t lose any more of his cum. You’re panting and shaking against him and he brings you to your bed and strips you down until you’re naked beneath him. He takes his clothes off as well and pushes himself against your back, telling you to get some rest because he as nowhere near done with you yet, making sure his tone conveys that you may have little choice in what he has in mind for you.

Marcus Pike - Somnophilia.

His hours are hellish, he knows that, but that doesn’t stop Marcus from wanting to sink into your sweet, wet cunt as soon as he gets home. He’s happy that you text him and tell him that you’d wait up for him but when he walks into the bedroom and sees the television playing while you’re fast asleep, he can’t bring himself to wake you up. So he shuts off the television and walks into the bathroom, taking himself in his hand and pretending it was your nimble fingers bringing him pleasure. And before he knows it, he’s coming hard on and makes a mess of himself. Not thinking much of it, he throws his shirt in the laundry and cleans up before slipping between the sheets and bringing you closer to him. It takes him a few moments to allow his heart to rest because you’re so beautiful and warm against him and he feels his cock twitch at the thought of you bringing him pleasure even in your sleep but he brushes the thought aside just as quickly as it comes because he would never do that to you. It’s a surprise when you’re doing laundry the next day and see proof of what he’d done and you feel a little guilty but also, you’re not sure why he didn’t wake you up. So you make sure to wait up for him and confront him, guilt eating you alive when he tells you that he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep because it wasn’t that important. But then you’re asking him why he doesn’t just have you while you’re asleep and you think you’ve gone too far because of the look on his face. But Marcus gulps and asks if you’d really be okay with that or not because the thought of him fucking you in your sleep is making him hard and ready. You feel your panties dampen just from thinking about it and you’re pushing him down on the bed and fucking him and telling him he could do anything he wanted to do with you and you wouldn’t mind. He cums with your name on his lips and you fall asleep immediately. He doesn’t think he’ll want to do it this soon but when he comes home the next day and you’re asleep, he thinks about it but decides not to. But then he sees what you wore to bed and he swears you did this on purpose. Before he thinks about it, he’s pushing your thighs open and licking at your cunt like a starved man, groping and cupping your breasts through the flimsy material of the lingerie and you’re moaning in your sleep but you’re not awake yet. He takes his pants off immediately and feels you clench around him as soon as he sheathes himself inside you. He thinks he’s died and went to heaven because he’s barely touched you and you’ve cum around his cock and he’s fucking you slow and deep, and you’re moaning in your sleep. He’s sweating from how much he’s holding back and he cant’ take his eyes off of your heavy chest and how willing you are. You’re at his mercy and the thought almost brings him over the edge but he holds back and continues to thrust into you until he feels like he’s going to lose his soul. He’s coming in your cunt but he doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left in him and he goes to sleep without cleaning you up because he’s probably going to wake up in the middle of the night and fuck you again and he wants to push in you easily when he does and just use his cum as lube. And he does, two more times. And still refuses to clean you up because he really wants to watch you wake up in the morning and feel your mixed cum between your thighs and know that he used you for his own pleasure...

Max Phillips - Biting and Bloodplay (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy)

It’s a little jarring when you find out the truth about Max. You think it’s a dream at first because there’s no way vampires exist, it’s just not the world that you live in. You’re a bit afraid in the beginning because you know how he gets sometimes but he’s been nothing but patient with you thus far. When he invites you for dinner at his place one night, you can’t help but joke about being his meal and it’s awkward for a few moments but he laughs along and promises you he doesn’t bite...yet. One thing leads to another and the next thing you know, you’re staying over his place almost every night. Curiosity gets the best of you and you ask him what it feels like to sink his teeth into someone’s skin and he’s reluctant to respond because he doesn’t want to give himself away. He doesn’t want to tell you how he dreams of biting your neck and your thighs and anywhere he could reach almost every night. But he doesn’t have to because you're moving closer to him and you’re whispering reassurances in his ears and you’re telling him that you trust him and it’s all he needs to hear before the thread snaps. He’s on you like dew on leaves and you’re baring your neck for him and he nips at your jaw before moving to your neck and your shoulder, leaving love bites anywhere he could reach because he can finally mark you as his. He can feel blood rushing through your arteries and he looks at you with need, a silent question swimming in his eyes and you sink your nails into his shoulder when you nod and he immediately digs his sharp fangs into your skin. You’re so glad you started this conversation because it feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced. There’s pain shooting through your neck from how deep his fangs sank into your skin but there’s so much more pleasure coursing through your veins and there’s something erotic about hearing him sucking and slurping and gulping down your blood. He sits up for a second and you’re met with the scariest yet prettiest sight in the world and Max knows he should stop but he can’t and he turns your head to the other side and breaks the skin at the top of your breasts before he starts sucking again and it’s filthy but erotic all at once. He laps harshly at the puncture wounds before he wraps his lips around your nipples and bites a little harder than he intended. You have no time to react as he descends down your body and pushes your thighs open before he’s biting into the meat of your thighs and you’re shaking with need. As soon as he shoves two fingers into your cunt, you’re drenching his arms and coming violently around him, and Max forces himself to pull off of you just to watch you come undone at his touches. He leans down and licks across your cunt, his cock twitching in his pants when the taste of your arousal and your blood mix on his tongue and he realizes, then and there, that you’re it for him. He looks down at your blissed-out expression and he’s proud of how wrecked your look, even more so because he sees his marks everywhere on your skin, from your neck and shoulder to your breasts and your thighs. And fuck if this isn’t the prettiest sight in the whole wide world. And you’re all his.

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Crispics

Pairing: Mando x Reader

Warnings: None.

Inspiration: Season 2, Episode 2

Summary: While travelling through hyperspace, you decide to cook up a storm and the only taste-tester is the beskar wearing Mandalorian.

“I did it!” 

The cry was triumphant just as Mando walked the makeshift kitchen in the ship. He had just put the baby in a small ‘time out’ corner for misbehaving.

The narrow curtain pushed itself aside as you emerged from the room with a silver tray - on it sat several golden fried treats.

“Razor Crest-style crispics - what do you think?”

Mando’s head tilted to examine what was being presented and he sniffed, “Well, it looks and smells like the real thing.” He agreed. 

Your hair began to fall over your face so you pushed the rectangular object into his arms to hold for a minute while you reworked the mess until it was back in its place.

“Good because I need you to taste test it.” You noticed the man still in his movements and rolled your eyes. “Don’t fuss. I need an honest critic. I’ll be biased and the kid will eat anything.”

Wiping your hands down on your pants, you reached over to his belt and pulled free a black strip of fabric that he carried around. Lifting it up, you closed your eyes and fastened it the fabric around the back until all you could see was black. 

You reached out slowly and felt for the tray handles and took it back from the bounty hunter. Balancing it on one hand, you picked up one of the fried snacks and held it the air patiently. There was a soft movement of fabric and metal in front as you waited. 

Suddenly, there was a bite at the end of the crispic stick, several flakes from the crust dropping onto the silver platter and you could have sworn that the child crooned from his corner.

“So...?” Your voice wavered a little, unsure if he liked it.

There was some crunching and then a satisfied hum, “It’s amazing.” Mando answered.

“Don’t just say that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not - here.” The crispic left your fingers and the warm snack found itself pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth and took a bite to taste it for yourself - Mando was telling the truth. The cereal was crisp, the meat tender and flavours combining beautifully. 

Mando silently placed his helmet back on and then untied the blindfold. You couldn’t see it but he was smiling at the way your eyes shone.

“If bounty hunting doesn’t work out, let’s find a nice shop and open a small cantina.” You suggested.

There was a small laugh from the pilot and nodded. “Consider it decided.”

Taking another two more pieces of food in his hand, Mando told you that the kid was still due for another five minutes in the ‘time out corner’ but, the moment he left for the cockpit, you made a beeline to the baby. 

Your little womp rat was sitting on a box, quietly thinking over what he had done wrong. You had the worst habit of spoiling the child. Tiptoeing over, you had every intent to let him out earlier than Mando had decreed.

“Hey, cutie.” You smiled and pulled out a crispic stick to which the green ears perked up as the baby craned his hands for the food. “What do you say to a little jailbreak?” 

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