#i would like to sit down with bunn and ask him what was the thought process behind this

[patheticbabie]

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader (fem reader)

A/N: I was listening to the feels by twice while writing this, so this is very self indulgent for me to write this. Yep I got carried away writing this, from 2am - 3am. But I had fun, cause I’ve had thots about Dick Grayson for two nights in a  row now. Anyways enjoy 💙

Warnings: best friends who are idiots, friends to eventual lovers, they did this whole thing backwards, smut 18+, NO MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, recording intimate acts, nipple play plus nipple piercings, oral (f receiving), caught in the act. Wow okay I think that’s all the warnings.

It’s finally the weekend, and it was the rare occurrence that everyone was at the Manor, to hang out or do their own thing. Dick had asked his best friend if she wanted to come along with him, and seeing as her weekend was free she thought why not.

“YOU CHEATED! You can’t do that, you can't gang up on me and put down +4’s.” Dick scoffed and pointed at Jason, Tim and his best friend with a scowl.

“House rules Dickiebird, so go on pick up the cards” Jason grinned

Everyone’s competitive streak comes out, with arguments about their stupid house rules, and ganging up on one another. The only players left were Jason and Dick. Both players glared at each other. They’re both down to one card, and Dick picked up a card and hid his grin.

Jason grumbling about how he didn’t have the correct colour was forced to draw a card. Dick laughing to himself, slammed the +4 into the pile. 

“Hey littlewing….uno bitch” 

***

Feeling bored hanging around downstairs, Dick made his way up to his old bedroom, and played something from his playlist, whilst going about tidying little bits and pieces.

She made her way upstairs, getting close to his bedroom, his bluetooth speakers blasting a familiar kpop song, by both of their favourite girl group.

“You have stolen my heart oh yeah, never let it go oh oh, no never let it go oh oh oh” she heard him sing loudly, and watched from the door as he did the choreo in front of his full length mirror without a care in the world.

Making her way into his room, she giggled seeing him and came closer to him and grabbed his hand with a smile and teasingly said the lyrics “you got my attention, so what’s your intention? Tell me baby, what’s the deal?’

He pulled her close to his chest, with a smirk and twinkle in his eyes as they danced lost in a world with just them. His finger gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear, as she watched him with a dreamy look. “Did you enjoy the little show? I do think I could be twices’ 10th member.”

Laughing softly, she loved hearing his little random thoughts. “Hm.. maybe, but there is that one problem, they’re a girl group and you’re a guy. Although I would love to see you perform TT or fancy, that would be amazing to watch.”

Pulling away from her, he laid down on his bed and patted the spot beside him. Laying next to him, he gathered her in his arms and played with her hair. The silence was comfortable, as both of their thoughts were filled with each other.

“Hey bunny, you heard they’re coming here for a concert?” she hummed as her answer

“Do you wanna go together, like…as in a date night thing?” he didn’t know he was holding his breath waiting for an answer.

Sitting up slightly, she looked down at him trying to hide her ever growing smitten smile. He had a sense of panic, it’s only been 10 seconds since he asked her out, but it felt like time was slow, “Bunn-” he didn’t finish the sentence as he suddenly felt a pair of soft lips pressed upon him. Holding her closer to him, his hand tangled in her hair, as they kissed. 

Pulling away slightly from his addictive lips, she whispered, “to quote twice; I got the feels for you. And yes to the date.”

He grinned, “a woman who knows the ways to my heart.” pulling her on top of him, so she was straddling, he didn’t think he could ever be tired of the view in front of him.

She laughed softly and winked at him, before leaning down to connect their lips. His hands roamed her body, as she moved her hips against his ever growing boner, moaning softly into the kiss as Dick softly pulled on her bottom lip. Her hands tugging on his shirt, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips to remove it and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Biting her lips as her eyes followed the hard lines of his body, watching him subtly flex. Unaware of the needy whimper that escaped her throat, and the slight grind of her hips on his cock. He chuckled softly

“Baby, I love how needy you are.” his smug smile got wider as he made sure to grind up against her hard, for her to feel his desire for her.

Tapping her thighs, he asked her to remove her shorts. Not ever being one to deny him of anything, she quickly removed her shorts, throwing it on the ground next to his shirt. Settling back down onto his lap to grind against his cock, she pouted “Why am I the only one in my underwear? Dick you’re such a perv.”

“Because I love this view, wait can I take a photo? I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.” With a nod, he reached to grab his phone, opening the camera, and grinned at the position they’re in. Her on top of him, her hands underneath her shirt and cupping her tits, wearing a blue thong which coincidentally was his nightwing suit colour. Tilting her head to the side with an innocent smile, She lifted her shirt and rested it on her collarbones, allowing him to see the matching lace bra. He smirked, and snapped multiple photos of her. 

“Hm..you know how they say videos are sometimes better? I have an idea, is that okay with you Dick? You know something for your spankbang when you’re away.

Groping her ass before giving it a smack, he smirked at her yelp “Of course bunny. I’ll hold the phone, and you do whatever you’re comfortable with.:

Phone focused on her body, lowering the cups of her bra, he growled seeing her nipple piercings. He had an inkling but never asked her about it. Now in front of him licking his lips as he watched through his phone as she played with her nipples. 

“Are they sensitive?”

“Hm…extra since my nipples have always been sensitive.” her voice airy as she moved the metal bar on her right nipple. Her free hand tilted his head up to watch her, and her smile was mischievous. 

“Do you wanna see what it’s like to suck on them? You know for curiosity's sake, and even better, I’ll record you doing it. What do you think babe?”

“Fuck yes” he handed her his phone, as she pressed record and a gasp escaped from her as his lips latched onto one nipple, as his tongue swirled around the metal bar. His hands are busy cupping and squeezing her tits, his fingers working on rolling her right nipple. Kisses made their way to her right nipple, as he gently sucked on the nipple making her moan loudly. The view she had from his phone was making her lose her mind. Stopping the recording, she threw his phone on the bed, before tugging on his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Need you, please. I want you” she panted in between breaths as his lips made their way down her neck. His fingers made their way to where she wanted him most. Fingers rubbing her pussy through her blue lace underwear, he felt how wet she was.

“Yeah baby? I can feel how wet you are. I’ll give you anything you want.” He growled against her neck as he bit hard enough to leave a mark. Sliding her panties to the side, his fingers ran through her lips, feeling how drenched she was. Slipping his fingers in her cunt, he cursed at the delicious feel of her velvety walls squeezing his fingers. 

He glanced down seeing how her pussy easily sucked his fingers in with how wet she was for him. Thumb rubbing her clit, he groaned addicted to watching his fingers becoming wetter with her desire. “Fuck baby, look down and see how your greedy cunt easily takes my fingers.” looking down she whimpered seeing his fingers work in and out of her cunt with a steady pace. 

“Looks so hot right princess? The way your cunt squeezes my fingers, not wanting to let go. And the sounds this pretty pussy makes? I’m addicted to it, I should make your moans and the pretty sounds your pussy makes my alarm.

“Dickie…can I record this pretty please?” she didn’t have to ask since she knew his answer, as she grabbed his phone, already having the camera ready to record. 

Removing her off his lap, he laid her down on the pillows, spreading her legs. He groaned seeing how wet she was. Looking up at her, he winked at her flustered face “let’s make that recording better, I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.” 

With a nod, she pointed his phone down towards him, his hands holding her thighs apart, he knew how wet she was, but he couldn’t help himself as he spat on her pussy, and she gasped, behind his phone. Not wasting time, his tongue licked a long strip from her cunt to her clit, fingers gently working in and out of her. Lips sucking on her clit, she felt him making moves with his tongue as if he was spelling something. He was though, spelling his name on her clit, she whimpered as her hand tried to steady as it focused on him.

Moving away from her clit, to press kisses down to her opening, his eyes trained on the camera, giving a wink, finding her entrance his tongue replaced his fingers, and she let out a loud moan feeling his tongue in her pussy.

Her free hand rolling her nipple and playing with the metal bar, feeling weak watching him between her legs. Not knowing where to look, through his phone's camera, or watch the real thing. His groans wracking her body, he couldn’t get enough of how sweet her pussy tasted. 

Pulling away slightly, he panted to catch his breath, he looked at her flushed face and laughed softly, “your pussy is so sweet, so fucking tasty, gonna spend all my days eating your cunt out.”

“I-I won’t complain, getting eaten out everyday sounds like a dream” she whispered breathlessly

His lips wrapped around her clit before moving down, as his tongue entered her cunt. Using the zoom on his camera, she focused on how Dick was tongue fucking her as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Feeling her pussy tighten around his tongue, she panted and moaned his name loudly, knowing she was close.

“P-please. Fuck I’m so close.”

Groaning against her cunt, he worked his tongue as fast as he could, as his fingers worked on her clit in the same rhythm. Hearing her scream his name loudly, he felt her squirt on him. Groaning, he worked his tongue lazily against her pussy, groaning as he felt her squirt again.

Unaware of how loud her scream was, and unaware of someone standing by the doorway having witnessed Dick eating his best friend's pussy and making her squirt and her holding Dick’s phone towards the scene and recording everything? might be the hottest thing he’s witnessed.

Subtly adjusting his jeans, he awkwardly cleared his throat. Both heads snapped towards the door. Both of them quickly tried to cover up with the bed covers. “Jay…how long were you there for?” Dick asked breathless, chin shining and dripping with your essence.

“um…I guess…long enough to see you make her squirt twice. And you asked her to record it? Fuck that’s hot. Anyways, I came because I heard a scream so I wanted to see if things were okay, and I can see things are more than okay.” He smirked at both of them

“Hey princess, ask Dick to send me that video if you’re okay with it.” Winking at her flushed face, and he laughed as Dick threw a pillow at him telling him to get out and close the door.

Pulling her into his arms, both breathless from what had happened. “You know he was right, that video is the hottest thing on my phone…well until we fuck and I record us, with your consent of course bunny.”

“Hm…that sounds like fun. A close up of your cock going in and out of my pussy…sounds like a great movie night.” she grabbed his hand and placed it onto her wet pussy, sighing as he ran his fingers lightly through her.

“But not till after our date, because I”ve been looking forward to this concert.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson #candice writes #nightwing

[spicyvampire]

How to investigate the prime suspect in your friend’s murder case and your other friend’s kidnapping (For Dummies) a Guide by Dr Bunn

Manner of Death

+ Bonus :

#manner of death #tanbunn #maxtul #max nattapol #tul pakorn #lakornet #i would like to sit down with bunn and ask him what was the thought process behind this #i love him so much he is so dumb #tansedits #edits:mod

[tamakissimp]

B.K/I.M- save the bunny

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you?  𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder? 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2008 𝕒/𝕟: not my best work but o well....yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this

This wasn't how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they're under.

Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn't be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream 'punch me'.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.

The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou's eyes following their movement.

No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.

Bile starts to rise in Bakugou's throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.

"Who the fuck are you?". It's useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like 'The Bunny' will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.

He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.

"That's no way to treat your friends," a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.

"Kacchan.". His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he'd do, how he'd act. But this wasn't in the plan.

The bunny's pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. "Cat caught your tongue?" he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.

"How..". Bakugou's throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he's not but he's honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.

"How am I still alive?" Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.

The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn't Japan's most wanted criminal sitting on Japan's number one hero's couch.

"Everyone always asks that, you know?" he says he glances down at the picture frames he's still holding. "It's getting old.". He lazily runs his finger over the glass.

"You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does," Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He's showing weakness.

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to fake a death," Izuku says.

Bakugou's red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn't caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn't six feet underground.

While Bakugou's movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.

"I don't see you as a friend anymore," he breaks out. Izuku's eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.

"I buried my friend," he says. "You're not him. You might think you're him but you're not. He isn't this pathetic." He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.

His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. "Oh, looks like you still haven't dealt with your anger, Kacchan.".

The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.

Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou's face slacks with shock while Izuku's lights up with excitement. This isn't supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It's one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.

"'Suki?" you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. "I thought I'd swing by and-".

Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don't care.

You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.

"Hi, bunny," Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It's an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.

"Y-You're...You're dead," you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven't known of in years.

"I know, I know," he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku's musky hoodie.

Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You're sure you're going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can't bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you've suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.

Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren't sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You're sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.

Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend's chest.

He's dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.

Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn't the same. And his scarred hands sure aren't the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.

"You have some fucking explaining to do," Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him

"How the fuck are you still alive?". Bakugou doesn't have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.

Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he's doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.

"It's a long story," he says. "Can't tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it's all fixed now!". The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.

"All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?". Boiling anger rising to Bakugou's head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn't even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. "You left. Fucking made us think you're dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?".

Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku's cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can't stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.

"Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down," you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.

"Like hell, I'll calm down!". Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku's throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man's throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.

"Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn't do this in front of our little bunny," Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.

"You sick fuck!" Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku's jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou's sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.

A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. "Izuku!" you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you're not sure.

Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.

Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. "You're gonna regret that, Kacchan," he says. Bakugou doesn't even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed

Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. "It's okay, he's gone," Bakugou says.

You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. "I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki, please!". The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou's heart.

But he doesn't let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.

"Please, I can't leave him again," you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn't see Izuku following behind him.

"Please, not again," you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He's sure his friends at the police force wouldn't mind turning a blind eye for him. But that'll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Stay Safe Part Ten: Shereshoy

Fandom: The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

Pairing: The Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Welcome, welcome! Rejoice my step-children, for today is prime indulgence hours. You've waited long enough. Enjoy!

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Part One: Should Have Known Better

Part Two: Tranquil Turmoil

Part Three: Vibroblade Mettle

Part Four: Reaching Out

Part Five: Dark Past

Part Six: Go Alone

Part Seven: Like A Ghost

Part Eight: Savior At High Noon

Part Nine: Swan Song

Interlude: How He Sees The World

Shereshoy [pronounced sheh-REYSH-oy]:

"Lust for life and much more." "Hanging onto life and relishing it." A uniquely Mandalorian word meaning the whole-hearted enjoyment of each day and the determination to seek and grab every possible experience, as well as living to see the next day. Unrestrained, unrestricted, wild and eager.

...x...

Waking up with the clammy chill of bacta all over your body was not an experience that bore repeating. Somewhat like being Shanghaied. You weren't sure how you could feel both sticky and slimy, but the sensation was managed with flying colors. 

You had only been in the Nevarro med-center once before, when you had accidentally degloved your fingertip in a rivet hole. As you were an independent contractor (who normally prioritized trades of goods or food over credits in exchange for your labor) the best you could get at the time with your limited funding was a bacta patch. Your left index finger still bore a faded ring of scar tissue around the first knuckle.

So when the droid nurse in the medbay informed you of the fact that you had been healing in an actual bacta tank for a little over half a cycle, the blood loss and internal damage having nearly done you in, you were thrown for a loop. 

"You organic lifeforms are so foolhardy, always pushing your bodies too far." It scolded after removing the basin of lukewarm water that you had scrubbed your face and hands with. The artificially warm tone of its vocoder took some of the bite out of its words. "You have been cleared for removal from the tank, but I would advise against strenuous activities for several days."

You nodded from the cot, still staring down at your legs. You were a bit dazed, a bit fuzzy on the details of how you had gotten here in the first place. Your last intact memory was of tilting your head back to watch Moff Gideon's ship soar through the sky with the Mandalorian attached. After that, there was nothing but vague flashes, more sensation than visual. "How...how much is this going to cost me?" You asked, trying to remember the conversion rates for liquids and solids and whether bacta counted as a liquid or a solid. Was it sold by the pound or by the liter? Maker, this would be a hell of a debt to work off.

The droid tittered strangely, patting your arm. "Oh, I suppose you would not recall being delivered to us. The man who brought you in paid the deposit for the tank, and then returned three days later with the rest of the credits. You are very fortunate to have such a good friend!"

The man who brought you in. "Was...w-were they a Mandalorian?" You knew you sounded a little too desperate, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at the moment. 

"You do remember! Yes, that is correct." The droid affirmed cheerily.

"Do you have any way to get in touch with a man named Greef Karga?" You rushed to inquire as the bot turned to roll back out the door. You had been about to ask for Cara, but decided against it at the last second. You were uncertain if she was still...at odds with the law.

"The leader of the Nevarro Bounty Hunters Guild? Of course, everyone knows how to contact him! But you rest, rest rest. If I can get ahold of him and if he's not busy, I'm sure he'll be along shortly." The droid assured you.

You flexed your hands with a soft yawn after it left, and then you settled back against the pillow. Every muscle in your body felt a bit stiff, likely from lack of use. Half a cycle. Two weeks. Maker, you had nearly died. What a horrible scenario. 

He had nearly died. Your throat ached with an unnameable emotion, you hand sliding down to graze over the new scar on your side. It was larger than you expected, and you flinched when you actually looked at it. Better scarred than dead, you thought pragmatically, even while tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked them away, biting your lip.

You only meant to close your eyes for a moment, but when you opened them again, it appeared to be much later in the day. Afternoon sunlight was pouring in via the small window over your bed, the tiny fan doing little to combat the heat seeping through the sheet that covered you.

You heard someone clearing their throat beside you and you turned your head, eyes landing upon the visage of one Greef Karga. Posted up beside him was Cara, her arms crossed over her chest. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off." You apologized, floundering to sit up.

Greef waved off your words. "Relax, we've only been here for a few minutes. You looked so peaceful, we didn't want to interrupt." The older man jibed. 

"You gave us a hell of a scare, rookie." Dune scolded, sharply contrasting with Karga's lackadaisical opening statement.

"How did...what happened?" You asked nervously.

"Well, it was all very dramatic. Mando blew Gideon's ship clean out of the sky with one of those fancy gadgets he's got, then he gave you a quick burner patch on the spot." Karga mused, "Your Mandalorian caused quite the stir when he came back here with you. Damn near kicked the doors down."

"Not mine." You corrected him automatically. 

Cara scoffed and Karga raised an eyebrow. "Are you entirely certain about that, my wayward little friend?" You gave him a confused look and he shrugged, adjusting his body in the obviously-uncomfortable folding chair beside your cot. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Really, I ought to thank you. If you hadn't dragged that metal-plated moron off the battlefield, I'm certain we would still be under ex-Imperial control. I got my best hunter back, and a new enforcer to boot." Greef said with a smirk, gesturing up and down at the sturdy dropship trooper alongside him.

"Glad to be of assistance." You informed him dryly.

Karga chuckled at your wry tone, and then folded his hands in his lap. "All joking aside though, it's good to see you out of that tank. I think...I think it'll do him some good as well." The older man sighed, "For lack of a better word, he's been inconsolable since the big brouhaha. Gonna' run the Guild out of bounties if he keeps it up."

You cocked your head, asking, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Mando has an interesting way of coping with his emotions." He elaborated dryly. "I get the feeling he's one of those people that, if he wasn't a Mandalorian, he'd probably resort to panic baking."

The idea of the armored man in a bakery somewhere (probably using his flamethrower to carmelize the top of a crème brûlée or to dispense justice to unruly customers) sprang into your mind unbidden and you burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just--that's such an image, I-" you wheezed helplessly.

Greef chuckled again, taking your hand. "Do me a favor, alright? I promise it won't be difficult."

"Absolutely." You agreed quickly. After all, Greef was probably the one responsible for feeding the Mandalorian the bounties that had funded your healing time. Stars, the debt you owed the armored man seemed to be climbing higher by the second!

"He's due back in two...maybe three days, if his hunting track record is anything to go by." Karga squeezed your hand gently. "Go to see him." The serious tone of his voice caught you a little off-guard and you shook your head at him after a moment of silence. 

"I doubt he'll want to see me." You mumbled. "I mean, I left the ship because he told me he didn't want me involved. He said...he said it was Guild business. Then, I ended up getting involved anyway and...well, almost killed in the bargain. I guess he was right to try and keep me out of it." You rubbed at the scar on your side nervously. It sat just above where you had landed on Calican's buckle, puckering the skin slightly where it had once been smooth. You weren't certain you would get used to the odd sensation.

"That's why you left?" Cara sputtered. "He said he hurt you. I gave him an earful and everything!" She grimaced. "Now I feel like an asshole."

"He...what?"

"Yeah, he said that he 'lost control' and hurt you, and that it was better that you stay as far away from him as possible. He sounded all kinds of fucked-up over it." Dune pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. "If he didn't believe that he deserved it, I doubt he would have just sat there and taken the tirade I unleashed. I uh...I lit him up pretty good." She finished with a wince.

You stared up at her, somewhat dumbfounded. "O…Oh." You replied weakly.

"I think...well, it's not my place to say, but I think he'll be happy to see you. As happy as a Mando can be, anyway." Karga said quietly.

You thought back on every instance you had heard the smile in his voice, the precious times that you had made him laugh--

And you nodded firmly. "You'd have to knock me out with beskar to keep me away."

Cara grinned and thumped her forehead against yours. "That's the spirit!"

Greef's laughter was raucous (and a little sheepish) and you couldn't help joining in. 

...

Getting back into the Crest was the easy part. The worst issue you encountered was that it was raining softly, making a humid haze rise from every surface and ensuring that you would leave footprints. 

After two members of the Guild offloaded the carbonite plaques and trotted away with their hoverskiffs, you slunk out from behind the crates and bolted forward.

It only took one try to get the combination this time. He hadn't changed it. He usually changed it once every three days, so that was strange.

You entered the cool, dark hold with a small amount of trepidation, tiptoeing towards the ladder as the hatch slid shut behind you. Soft sniffling from behind the bunk shutter met your ears faintly and your heart broke. Almost before you could think about it, you hammered your fist down on the controls to raise the barrier. 

The kid was sitting in the bunk, little hands pressed to their eyes while they snuffled and whimpered. They looked up at you in panic and it was so strange to see the second that they recognized you. They stumbled forward into your arms, those tiny claws scrabbling at your damp tunic as they sobbed. 

"Oh sweetheart, sweetheart…" you whispered, cradling them close to your chest. "I'm right here with you, it's alright now. Everything will be fine." You stroked the back of their head, blinking away your own tears. 

They started hiccupping, their little body jolting with the force of it, and you toted them into the refresher. With a bit of cajoling, you got them to hold still while you swabbed over their face with a warm cloth, cleaning off the grime of the day and those tear tracks. 

They were still sniffling slightly when you pressed a cup of water into their little hands. "You're probably thirsty after all that hard work, huh?" You asked softly, sitting down cross-legged on the floor in front of the bunk. "I wonder how long he's been gone for." You continued, thinking aloud. The child hurriedly gulped down the water, holding the empty cup back out with a little whine. "Ha! Of course, as soon as I sit down." You teased, hauling yourself back up to refill the paper cup. "Alright, slower this time. Don't want you getting a tummy ache." You instructed, holding the cup for them so you could moderate their sips.

You watched as their huge ears began to perk back up. They looked for all the world like a freshly-watered plant, and the mental comparison made you snicker. 

"My favorite little mudjumper." You sighed, straightening out their teeny robes. At least they were clean and dry, not that you had anticipated the Mandalorian letting the kid's health or hygiene fall by the wayside. Knowing him, he was probably more likely to forget to wear his helmet than cause the kid to suffer.

You sat there peacefully for a while as the sky outside darkened, just listening to the rain beating on the hull and stroking your fingers over the kid's head. The child sprawled out on your chest, their eyes slowly sliding shut as you continued to console them.

You were eventually roused from your staring contest with the floor by the sound of the ramp extending and then heavy footsteps. The cargo bay was almost pitch-black now, the only light coming in from the now-closing boarding ramp. The rain was still beating down, though. It had picked up while you sat, drumming a tattoo on the roof high overhead.

There was a faint click and machinery hummed to life, the hold becoming softly illuminated by the orange running lights beneath the floor grates. Your heart lurched in your chest when you spotted the Mandalorian fiddling with his gauntlet by the loading ramp, obviously focused on it. Your heart now felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. It was a miracle you didn't wake the child with the frantic motion alone!

You couldn't move. You could barely breathe, your nerves threatening to strangle you. All you could manage to do was sit there in silence and just...wait. 

How would he react? Would he be angry that you were here? He had paid for the bacta tank, would he require you to pay him back? The thoughts bounced around in your head frantically, making your stomach drop out with apprehension.

He grunted something, sounding upset as he dragged a hand down over the front of his helmet and sagged against the wall. Maybe you shouldn't have done this, maybe...maybe you should have waited to see whether he sought you out first.

Your brow furrowed. No. You had done enough of that. It was your turn now.

You heard his breath hitch and you realized belatedly that you had stopped paying attention to what he was doing. Clearly he had noticed you, if the tilt of his head was any indication. His hands fell slack at his sides, like he had forgotten about his gauntlet entirely.

"Didn't mean to startle you." You said quietly, not wanting to rouse the child that was still slumped over on your chest. 

He didn't move. Didn't respond. Hell, you weren't even certain if he was breathing anymore. He just stood there, his cape dripping a small puddle onto the grating beneath his feet. 

The kid yawned, smacking their lips and snuggling back down against your collarbone. 

"Put the...put the kid in his crib. Please." The Mandalorian requested. His tone was even, giving you absolutely nothing to go on as far as gauging his thoughts. 

Stars, you had missed the sound of his voice. You almost didn't want to admit it, but it was the truth. 

You carefully got to your feet and turned, laying the child down in their bassinet. Your hand hovered over the controls to close the protective shielding, silently waiting for confirmation.

"Yeah. I...yeah. Please." He muttered. 

Once you had done so, you shifted back to face him. You kept your eyes on your boots though, unable to look at him just yet. Anxious nerves wrung the life right out of your voice, making it crack when you finally began to speak. "I-I'm sorry. I know you didn't...I know that I went against what you told me to do, b-but--" You heard him swear and then a sharp clatter met your ears. He must have lunged across the hold because abruptly, a set of gloved hands were cupping your face and dragging it upwards. 

You had shut your eyes and tensed up on instinct when you saw the hands coming, so the mouth that pressed to your own was a bit of a shock. You froze, then sighed with relief and leaned hard into the kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, greedily pawing the familiar beskar (and the not-as-familiar way that it pitched under your touch). He groaned against your lips and pressed your back to the wall, his own hands grasping for purchase on your shoulders.

He had missed you. Or at least, it certainly seemed that way! Any other thoughts you had at the moment fled under the assault of his desperate mouth.

He exhaled raggedly and then buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He didn't say anything for the longest time, one hand falling to clutch at the fabric of your tunic over your side. His shoulders heaved and you realized he was crying, breath wheezing through his teeth from where he had bitten down on his glove to stifle the sound.

You kept your eyes closed and cautiously, carefully, you slid your hand up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm here." You whispered. You felt his knees buckle and he swayed, forcing you to grab a handful of his soaked flight suit to steady him.

"M' sorry, I-" he rasped. "I'm getting you all wet. The rain, I..." 

"Yeah...I don't know what they call it on Mandalore, but here, we call it crying." You teased him softly.

He actually laughed at that, pulling back a little. "Guess now I know why Karga and Dune told me to take the day off. I went to the medbay and you weren't there, I-I figured you'd left Nevarro for good. Why…" he swallowed hard, then continued, "why are your eyes shut?"

"I uh, it was mostly a reflex." You admitted. "Should I…" Your throat had gone bone dry. "Sh-Should I open them?" 

"I…" He hesitated. "You already know my name."

Din Djarin, the words tripping over one another as he struggled to get them out through a mouth that barely worked--

"Well yeah, but that doesn't give me viewing privileges." You retorted. "Hell, that doesn't even give me permission to use your name. Knowing it is only a part of the equation."

"Do you...want to use my name?" He sounded breathless.

"I mean, I wouldn't--I wouldn't mind it." You admitted weakly after a few seconds of hemming and hawing. "Only if you're okay with it though!" You rushed to add, feeling as if you needed to make sure he knew he could retract the offer. "I know that it's got a lot of weight to it." He wasn't angry at you. He wanted you to say his name and see his face.

"I'm terrified." He replied bluntly. "I haven't shown anyone...well, ever. You're the only one that's--I-I mean, you're the...you're it." How could someone make you weak in the knees while also simultaneously being absolutely, entirely, outrageously awkward? 

"I can start with your name, and if you still want to...I mean, you make that choice, okay?"

"I want you to see. I just don't know if I…I mean, the idea of you...I thought you were going to die, all because I screwed up, pushed you away. I want--I need to make sure you don't...that you don't…" He struggled with his words, gloved hands wrinkling your tunic beyond hope when he tightened his grip. "I can't, not again. I'm so sorry." He finally muttered. His mouth pressed to your neck, kisses trailing wet and hungry over your skin. "Please, please say my name."

"Din." You whispered, again struck with the sensation that you were breaking a multitude of rules as you felt him shudder bodily. "Din...Djarin."

"Shit." He groaned, tilting his head back. "That's...that's nice." He sounded a bit faint.

"Please don't pass out." You murmured. "All the beskar would absolutely crush me and I don't think you want to try and scrape me up out of the floor grates."

He choked out another laugh, wet gloves smoothing over your hair. "Sorry. M' just tired. This feels like a dream." He sighed heavily. "I have to wash up. Get out of this suit so it'll dry."

"I'm all for getting you out of the suit."

He smiled against your neck, "yeah?" 

"Mmhm." You nodded, blindly reaching for the clasps on his gription harness. 

Between your sightless fumbling and his hungry kisses, it took much longer than normal for him to get out of his armor. He couldn't seem to stop kissing you, seeking your mouth again and again.

"Making up for lost time." Din grunted, finally managing to divest himself of his flight suit altogether and then jerking the liner shirt off over his head. He pressed his body to your own and you flushed wildly. Last time he hadn't even fully removed his flight suit, and he had kept the liner shirt on. It was surreal to be able to touch him like this.

He seemed to agree, if the helpless noises in his throat were any indicator. You trailed your fingers along his chest, sliding boldly down to stroke through the thick curls that started right above the waist of his compression leggings. "Pare, wait, I need…t-to shower." He pleaded, his hands fumbling on your shoulders. "H-Have to do this right." His forehead bumped against yours. "Have to do this right." He repeated, now grinding himself down into your palm instinctively. You easily found the thick arch of his cock through the leggings and you couldn't resist giving him a gentle caress before you pulled away.

His breathing sounded distinctly shaky. "Okay. Go ahead." You urged him, making a shooing gesture in what you hoped was the direction of the refresher. 

"Hang on," he protested. "Wait, ch-changed my mind, come here."

"Mm, nope! Go shower." You cupped his jaw, feeling him swallow hard. "Get cleaned up. I'll be here when you get out."

"Stay...stay at the sink?" He bargained. You could hear him fumbling with something, probably his leggings. 

"Absolutely." You kissed his nose. "Now go shower, you smell like wet Wookie." 

He embraced you without warning, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing his cock against your stomach. "Wait for me." He requested, the kiss that followed absolutely voracious. You clung to his shoulders, rendered helpless under the attack of his mouth. 

"Y-Yeah, 'course." You stammered when you could think again.

He took your wrist and led you forward until you could touch the sink, and then he got into the shower. "When did you wake up?" He asked after he had keyed the shutter closed. 

You opened your eyes and leaned back on the sink, tapping your chin. "It's been about...three days?"

He swore under his breath and you heard a metallic rattle. "Shit, c'mon, stupid-" The water abruptly burst on and he yelped. You couldn't stifle your laughter, though you did try. "So glad my pain amuses you." He groused through the divider. "Here I was, coming back to my ship all torn up, thinking that you were gone forever and that I'd never see you again."

His words were annoyed but you could hear the soft sadness in his tone. "I think I've made it abundantly clear that I don't know how to leave you behind." You replied gently. "Plus, bacta tank time isn't exactly cheap."

He scoffed, "Yeah, we need to talk about that. Later. Once we're in a proper headspace for it." He was silent for several minutes, the only noise the running water of the shower and the thunder of the rain overhead. "I don't...look, the bacta doesn't fucking matter. I'm just...I'm glad you came back," he muttered finally. "Glad I didn't ruin everything like I thought I did."

"You've got an uphill battle ahead of you, Din." You luxuriated in saying his name, though your words were ultimately serious. "Why didn't you tell Cara the truth? She said she yelled at you pretty bad."

"I did tell her the truth." Din sighed. "Look, I hurt you. You can't say that I didn't. Physically, emotionally...wounding happened. You didn't feel welcome to stay anymore and I sure as hell didn't give you a reason to." There was a quiet thud. "I knew she would rip me apart and honestly, I think I needed that to parse everything. But stars, that woman took the paint off."

You grimaced. You could only imagine the awful things she had (probably) shouted at him. You heard the shower turn off and you shut your eyes again, tilting your head at the sound of the shutter sliding.

"Mm, I could get used to this." He murmured. All you got for a warning was the rustle of a towel and then, he was on you. His mouth claimed your own and he chuckled when your hands immediately found his damp hair. "You really like that, huh?" He commented, sounding amused.

"Listen, I've been through enough. Let me have this." You complained, yanking playfully at his shaggy locks and laughing when he grunted. 

"You keep it up and I'll let you have a lot more than just that." He threatened, peppering your cheeks with kisses. He then grabbed the hem of your tunic, stripping it up off your body to leave you there in your breast wrap. The breathy noise he made was enough to have you flushing hot; you could almost feel him looking at you. "Maker, I don't deserve this." He whispered as he pressed his palm to the faint scar on your side. "Any of this. Over this...half a fucking cycle, I kept thinking that I must have made you up. That there's no way someone like you could even be real."

He sounded reverent again and it made your head spin, it had you gripping his shoulders while he slid down your body to peel your pants off. The mental image of him naked on his knees in front of you--

Stars, you wished you were brave enough to open your eyes.

One large hand slipped between your thighs, urging you open with the gentle press of his other hand hooked right above your knee. "Let me see you, let me see." He breathed, his fingers groping forward until they encountered your slick. You squirmed a little, hoping that he wasn't put off by how wet you already were. You couldn't really help it, of course. "Oh, fuck, you're s-so--you're dripping for me, fuck." 

"D-Din…" Your fingers were in his curls again, and you gave a gentle tug. 

His tongue-

You felt the inquisitive, flat press of it against your cunt and you gasped out, quickly tilting your face up so that you wouldn't see him if you accidentally opened your eyes. Wait, if he's not supposed to take off his helmet--

Your thoughts ground to a halt when he moaned from between your thighs, wedging his shoulder in to keep your legs apart. "Taste--t-taste so-" he mumbled, laving sloppily over your clit. "Good, fuck. Good." His fingers spread you wide, allowing him unrestricted access to your most intimate parts. You knew you ought to be embarrassed about being splayed open like this, but you couldn't seem to muster up the feeling over the sensations you were being gifted.

Din was clearly spurred on by your enthusiasm if his sounds were any indication, his already limited words dissolving into soft growls and rumbles as he ate you out. 

That wasn't exactly the correct term for what he was doing, really. He was devouring you, his nose clumsily bumping into your clit with every other motion, his hands trembling as he tried to keep you still under his ministrations. You thought it couldn't get any better, but then his tongue licked inside of you and you couldn't help the way your voice broke when you cried his name, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. Having your eyes closed did nothing but intensify the feeling of surrender, you were his prey and he was hungry.

The snarl that he let out in reply had you quivering, his tongue fucking your cunt almost lazily. He was teasing now, drawing it out. "Beg me." He slurred, smiling against you. "Beg."

"Please--oh f-fuck, please, please-" you whimpered, almost in tears when he backed away.

"Please…?" He trailed off and you abruptly understood what he was waiting for.

"Please, Din, p-please make me come." You begged pitifully, your hips twitching as they sought out his mouth. 

"One more time?" He implored, groaning after you fisted your hands in his shaggy curls again.

"Please, Din, please let me come, p-please, please--" Your voice cracked when he hitched your leg up over his shoulder and buried his face in your cunt. He locked his hot, wet mouth around your clit, rubbing his tongue down on it in a focused attack that had your knees buckling, chest heaving, nails digging into his scalp and-

Your Mandalorian, Din Djarin, was not a man who did anything by halves.

You fell apart, soaking his tongue with your orgasm as you sobbed out his name again and again. He moaned hungrily, the noise sending vibrations through your sensitive sex and making you shudder while he continued to move his mouth, continued to gently lick at your cunt and lap up your come. 

"Are you alright?" He asked cautiously once he finally took pity on you and let you catch your breath. 

"'Am I alright', like you didn't just take my soul out of my body with your tongue." You panted.

"Yeah?" There was a smile in his voice. "Alright." With a quiet grunt, he got to his feet. "Wasn't sure if I'd be any good at it, but-" You cupped his jaw, delving your tongue into his mouth to catch a taste of yourself. He choked a little, obviously startled when you bit down on his lower lip and tugged it gently. "You...more?" He queried, sounding hopeful. 

"Yes, absolutely yes." You answered breathlessly. He hesitated for a second, his arm brushing your shoulder on its way by. 

"There. Turn around and open your eyes."

You did so, stumbling a little on your still-unsteady legs. When you blinked your eyes open you realized that he had opened the tiny mirrored cabinet over the sink, effectively rendering the reflective surface harmless. You wanted to feel disappointed, but you knew that he would do it in his own time, on his own terms.

His hands roamed up your body, unraveling the binding that you had to support your breasts. They fell into his palms and he exhaled harshly in your ear, the heated air making you shiver all over as he pressed himself to your back. He toyed with your breasts inquisitively, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his calloused fingers until you were writhing back against him, wordless pleas making their way out of your throat. "What? I didn't catch that." He murmured in your ear, roughly sinking his teeth into the shell of it and making you keen loudly. "Something you want?" 

"Din-" you protested, leaning a little further forward in obvious invitation. He fell silent and the head of his cock rubbed against your pussy, coating the shaft with your slick. Agonizingly slow, he pressed in until his tip was inside you.

"Hah, f-uck, you're…" His forehead hit the space between your shoulder blades and stayed there as you squirmed, trying to push back onto him. "Mmfuck, I have t-to be...y' tight, cyar'ika, breathe-" 

"Sorry--" you whimpered, startled when he nipped at your shoulder.

"Don't f-fucking apologize, don't y' dare--" Din stammered indignantly, "gripping me like a f-f-ucking vice, don't want to hurt you." His hands smoothed down over your hips and he clumsily repositioned you, arching your back a bit more to open you up. 

You exhaled and you heard him grunt in what sounded like relief. He then penetrated you fully in one long, smooth thrust, the mass of him punching the rest of the breath out of your lungs and leaving you grasping blindly at the sink for something to anchor yourself. His cock was so thick, you felt like it was searing your insides and branding you as his forever. 

Your Mandalorian.

You shakily pushed yourself up and wrapped your arm around his neck to support your body as he began to stroke into you against the sink, your eyes sliding closed before you could glimpse him in your periphery. 

His lips pressed to your cheek and one hand groped over your stomach until his palm ground down on your pubic mound, sending stars across your vision and making you whine out his name. You tilted your head back down to stare dazedly at his arms around you, watching the way his musculature coiled and bunched with every thrust. Maker, he was strong. 

Din kept your back pinned tightly to his chest, giving you his cock without mercy as he rambled disjointedly in your ear about how much he had missed you, about how much he craved you, how much he needed you-

"I-I love--" His voice faltered, then he gritted his teeth. "I l-love you, y--you know that, r-right?" Din blurted out desperately. 

"I--" the breath caught in your throat, due in no small part to the man currently fucking you into sweet oblivion. "-love you." You managed to say, closing your eyes and knocking the side of your head into his. 

He made a pained noise, one hand reaching forward. "Open--open your eyes. P-Please, please open 'em." He begged. 

"Are you-"

"Fuck, fuck fuc-k-k I need it pl-ease," Din cried, his voice rasping and then cracking. "Need you to see, need you to see, need it need it need it--"

The sound of his breathless, sobbing entreaty was more than enough to convince you to oblige him, and so (eventually) your eyes fluttered open.

It took a minute, but you managed to focus on the now-closed cabinet in front of you. The mirrored surface revealed the man that you had saved, the man who had, in turn, saved you. 

He had his eyes downcast, no doubt transfixed by the sight of his cock splitting you open again and again. His hair was shaggy; brown, a few grays peppered in here and there. Heavy, furrowed brow, square jawline, full lips currently pressed together in a concentrated grimace. Several fresh-looking scrapes and bruises littered his face. His nose was a little crooked, like it had been broken several times, but that wasn't surprising. Mandalorian helmets, for all their protection, did sport incredibly flat fronts.

Your Mandalorian, Din Djarin, was devastatingly attractive even beneath the armor.

"Hey," You breathed and he jerked his head up, dark, dark brown eyes meeting your own for the first time. You were abruptly breathless, and not simply because his cock felt like it was making itself at home in your chest cavity. You curled your fingers weakly on the nape of his neck, the motion almost a wave. "You could have w-warned me that the helmet was for my protection, not yours."

He tilted his head to the side, illustrating his confusion even without the helmet to mask his expression. His hips pressed to your rear almost idly, rutting his cock as deeply in you as it could possibly reach.

"Didn't expect you to be so h-andsome." You gasped, a guttural cry leaving your lips when he shifted his weight to drag his cock back out of you.

His smile was incredibly shy, an awkward little tilt of his lips before he buried his face against your shoulder blade again. Maker, was he...was he blushing? 

You had made a Mandalorian blush. While he was pounding you into the next cycle, no less. You could feel the temperature difference of his face and you giggled, your breath hitching.

"Don't--don't laugh at m-me, dammit." He grunted. "Not while...I'm f-fucking you like this--"

"Not--at you," you panted. "I j-just love you, that's all."

He choked on his next breath and his tempo stuttered, that thick cock throbbing inside you. "Who do y-you love?" He whispered, his hands fondling your breasts.

"Din Djarin." You replied quickly, arching your back a little more.

"Ah--a-and I love--I love you." He groaned. "So...so much." He slid his hand down again, spreading your cunt open so he could play with your clit. You could hear how wet you were, and it filled you with a delight that was borderline shameful. "Come on me. Want you t-to...f-ucking soak me, soak my cock, c'mon." He demanded hotly in your ear, making brief eye contact with you in the mirror. His look was smoldering, burying itself in the hungry tension that teemed in your groin. "I can feel you, fucking squeezing me every t-time I talk, so come, come on me--"

Your clit was unbearably sensitive from your earlier orgasm, every motion of his body sending shockwaves through you. You squirmed and writhed but he had you trapped, safe and secure and begging you to submit to the pleasure he wanted to give you. It was almost too much to bear; you felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes when you finally succumbed with a primal growl.

Din didn't stop, though. He fucked you through your orgasm, fucked you into the blinding delight of overstimulation and pressed the heel of his palm down onto your pubic mound once more. You could feel his cock twitching, could feel how tense his thighs had gotten, Maker you could feel everything and it was a blissful torture. Thoroughly strung out, all senses ablaze, you begged him to come.

"I want to, I want to, gedet'ye I w-want to so fucking badly, I want--" Din chanted. Without any ceremony, he thrust his fingers into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue, urging you to extend it and lick his fingers. You obliged almost automatically and he dragged his now wet fingertips down your chest to roll and tweak your nipples hard.

You clenched down on him without conscious input, your pussy in spasm around his cock as the cool air combined with his rough little tugs to rouse and torment your breasts. You sobbed out his name again and again, pleading for relief and praying it never came all at once.

He met your eyes in the mirror, pupils blown wide and his mouth just barely open, and-- "Oh, fuck." He choked. "I love you." And then he came, wrapping an arm around your midsection to keep you firmly planted in the shuddering cradle of his thighs. He bucked into you over and over and you knew you were dead weight but you couldn't bring yourself to move, moaning helplessly in his trembling grip. "Ner, mine." He grunted. 

"Mmhm." You breathed, too beyond words to function at this point in time. 

He let out a breathless chuckle, threading his fingers through your hair. "You're mesh'la, beautiful. My beautiful little mudhorn." He sighed.

"Again...with that name." You replied haltingly, the air slowly returning to your lungs. He slung both of his arms around your waist, holding you tight to his chest once more. You were bewildered by your body's reaction, aftershocks hitting hard enough to make your legs shake. "Couple of things that come to mind when I think of a mudhorn." You continued after a few deep, deep breaths. "Beautiful and little are definitely not among them. I tend to think big, and dangerous. So you know. You."

"I remember the first time I thought of you like that." He murmured in your ear. "You had just killed seven raiders. I came into the hut and you were ready to kill me too."

"Oh...oh." You trailed off, flushing slightly. "I-I wouldn't have, you know I wouldn't."

"Mm, I'm not so sure." He exhaled into your ear, making you squeak. "It was intense. I...I'm pretty sure that was it for me. Fought for so long, y'know, but it was useless. You took my heart with that look, cyar'ika."

"You really...I mean, you thought about me like that?" You asked shyly. And it was an insane thing to be shy about, considering the fact that his cock was still inside you. "You mentioned some things the last time we...uh, got involved, but I assumed you were just saying stuff to get me excited."

"I don't know how to talk like that." He answered you bluntly.

"That's a lie." You retorted. "You told me you fucked your hand thinking about me!"

"Mmmultiple times." He drawled the 'm' out in a self-satisfied manner, kissing down the side of your neck.

"That's not you just trying to say something...y'know, to get me worked up?" 

"I said it because it's true." He muttered, "should I...should I not say things like that?"

"No, no, you definitely should!" You backtracked quickly. "It's just...it's nice to know that you were thinking about me even before I was...well, masturbation material. It's nice that you saw me, I guess I should say."

"I always saw you." He breathed, his fingers sliding up the side of your neck to tilt your head so he could kiss your cheek. "Saw you play with the younglings. Saw how you took care of the kid. Saw how you protected him. Saw how you took care of me."

Your flush was a raging inferno at this point.

"I don't remember a lot about the...whole situation with Ran's group. Xi'an's poison threw me off my track pretty good. But I remember…" Those brown eyes half-lidded as he collected his thoughts. "Remember you singing to me."

"You asked me to." You whispered. 

"I don't mind that memory. Out of all the ones that I have, it's one of the few that isn't shit." Din mused, adding, "today's nice too, don't get me wrong. No deadly neuro-toxins to take the edge off either." He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you gently back and forth as you watched him in the mirror. Stars, you were still a little tongue-tied at how handsome he was. "I need you to promise me something, stowaway." 

"What is it?"

"Don't you e-ever try to fucking die on me again." His voice cracked, "okay?" He dropped his forehead against your shoulder. "Please."

"Din…" You said softly, stroking your fingers through his hair.

"Just...just promise me that." He choked out. "If you get hurt, fucking tell me. If something happens, if…shit, if something goes wrong, please--please, don't hide from me. I'm sorry f-for...I'm sorry that I...I fucked everything up. I'm so sorry. All I've been able to think about is how much you m-must hate me. You were almost killed because you were pulling my stupid, stupid ass out of the fire."

"Hey, hey. You literally told me to stay out of Guild business. You can't blame yourself for my inability to follow your instructions." You protested, nudging your head against his. "I'm an adult and I take full responsibility for my own stupidity when it comes to you, okay?"

One large hand trailed down to skim the scar from the blaster wound and he huffed, sniffling quietly. He pulled your hips back more firmly into the seat of his pelvis, shifting his weight a little. "All heart and no fucking armor to defend it." He managed to say.

"You've got more than enough for the both of us." You replied gently. Then, you whimpered as he palmed over your breasts again, his fingers tugging your nipples mercilessly. "How are you still-"

"Missed you." He rasped, his words husky with longing and unshed tears. "You're so warm. Sensitive. I love...I love you. Don't want to stop touching you."

"Din--" Your voice broke as he rolled his hips, his cock hilted in you deliciously.

"Mm, one more? Maybe?" He begged.

"I don't know if my legs are going to last that long." You confessed. "Or the rest of me, to be honest."

"If it's too much for you, I'll stop." He breathed in your ear. "Can tell me to stop and I'll stop."

"I don't want you to stop, but I'm just-"

"'But' means you need me to stop." Din interjected softly. "I'll stop." 

"Wait, wait, it's just that--I'm-!" Your orgasm struck without warning as he attempted to withdraw, the drag of his cock over your spot making your vision briefly white out from the overload. You shuddered and writhed, the pleasure nearly to the point of pain as your inner walls clutched at his cock. You couldn't help the way your nails raked into his arm, clawing for purchase.

You vaguely heard him moan, "oh, f-fuck--" the words nothing but a gravelly rumble. He struggled to keep pulling out, rambling about how tight you were like he couldn't even help it. "Easy, easy cyar'ika--relax, relax relax. You grip me so--f-ucking-"

"Sorry, sorry-" you sobbed, your words catching in your throat as you felt the head of his cock finally leave your cunt with a lewd, wet sound. It was like a breath of relief and anguish all at once; you were too sensitive to handle more but you had missed him so much-

He tipped your chin back with one hand, kissing your forehead clumsily as he dragged his other hand over the inside of your thighs. "Mm, shh, no apologies. Gonna' come." He slurred through gritted teeth. "Right here, just l-like this, using your come to fuck my hand. You ready? Ready for my come?" 

Your words failed you at his declaration and all you could do was nod, drowsily meeting his gaze in the mirror. His breath hitched again, like he was startled. It was wildly endearing to know you had that sort of effect on him. "Love you." You whispered, propping yourself up with your elbows on the sink to enjoy the show.

"Hnn, f-fuck, fuck-" he panted, "that's not fair. With the eyes too? N-Not--not fair, you can't do that."

You just smiled sweetly, arched your back and he lost it. His release hit the small of your back and you listened to him gasp and grunt his way through his orgasm with an exhausted tremor of delight. He came for what seemed like an eternity to you (and him as well, if his voice dissolving into a broken, raspy growl had anything to say about it). 

"You make the nicest sounds." You complimented him once he seemed to be able to breathe again. 

"Wh...What?" Din croaked after clearing his throat several times. 

"Your voice. It's nice. I like it."

"Um…huh." His fingers absently smeared the come on the small of your back. He appeared to be at a loss for words. "I should...uh. Get a...something. Gotta' clean. Don't move. I...yeah, don't move." He said finally, awkwardly clearing his throat again and avoiding your eyes in the mirror.

"Helmet back on?" You suggested. He froze, looking a little guilty. "Hey, no. It's part of your life. It's who you are. Don't ever worry about putting it back on, okay?"

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. 

You swatted his leg. "What did I just say? Listen to me when I talk!" You chided. 

"I know, I just-"

"Nope! Nope. You're more comfortable with it on, right? You're used to it. That's how your world is and that's fine." You assured him. "I'm a new addition. That's only if you want to keep me around, of course."

"Don't you dare say something like that." He grumbled, obviously bashful. "'Course I want you around. I'm not letting you out of my fucking sight for at least a week."

"Is that...possessiveness I detect in your tone, Djarin?" You asked in mock surprise. "I didn't think you had it in you!"

He scoffed, shaking his head and then walking through the bay to pick his helmet up from its forlorn place next to the loading ramp. "More like soul-crushing anxiety over your wellbeing, but that too I guess." He grunted after donning his familiar headgear. He padded back over to the fresher, reaching into the shower and scooping up a washcloth.

The water was cold and you yelped, making him flinch. "Fuck, what, a-are you alright?" Din stammered, palms cupping your hips gingerly.

"Could have used warm water." You squeaked, wriggling a little in an effort to shake off the chill. 

He breathed a sigh. "Maker, don't...don't fucking scare me like that." He muttered, obligingly running the cloth under the hot water tap. "I thought I hurt you."

"No no, it was just cold. Sorry." You apologized, feeling a little sheepish. The cloth was barely lukewarm when he laid it back on your skin, but it was absolutely better than it had been the first time. 

His motions were clumsily tender, like he wasn't used to being careful. When he moved lower to run the cloth over the inside of your thighs, he slowed to rub circles on your still-trembling muscles. "Maker, I...you're shaking." 

"Yeah, you kind of gave me a workout." You teased, turning your head to smile at him over your shoulder. "Also, I think I'm still supposed to be taking it easy. According to that nurse, anyway."

"You're what." 

"Supposed to...uh, you know what? Never mind." You tried to brush it off, but he rose to his full height and wrapped his arms back around you.

"If you're supposed to be taking it easy," he growled in your ear, modulated voice sending that familiar tremor through your body, "I shouldn't have just railed you against the fucking sink."

"Hey, I needed that. You did too. Don't act like you didn't, Djarin." You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry at him. 

Din shook his head, tapping the helmet against your temple. "I wouldn't have made you stand. Would have...would have laid you down or something." He eased your full weight against his chest. "Are you sore?"

"Not really. A little achy and stiff, but that's okay." He hummed disapprovingly in his throat, tugging you back a step from the sink. You flung your arm around his neck, clinging to him as your legs tried to dump you on the ground. "Not hurt!" You insisted when you heard his breath hitch. "I promise. Just well-fucked."

"Still. You can barely stand. We need to lay you down." He murmured, smoothing his palm over the top of your head. "You want the bunk?"

"No, we can't both fit in there." You tightened your hold on him without meaning to. Don't go. 

"I don't want you to be on the floor if you're hurt." He protested.

"I don't want to be alone." You hated how your voice cracked. "Please, Din. Not right now."

"Oh. Oh. Alright, I...alright. I didn't mean...I just didn't want you to--the floor isn't comfortable." Din fumbled to say, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. 

"I lived with it before, I can definitely manage it now." 

The jaw contour of his helmet gently pressed to your cheek like a kiss. "Okay. Give me...I'll get some more blankets together or something. You stay still." He ordered sternly, patting your hip. "Stay."

Your laugh was a little shaky. "I'm not the kid, y'know." 

Din grumbled something under his breath, sounding exasperated.

…

You had no idea that he even possessed this many blankets. You blinked down at the pile, certain you recognized a few blue ones from your stay on Sorgan. 

"Something most people don't know about Mandalorians is that we build nests." Din informed you, his voice utterly deadpan.

"You are...a liar." You sputtered, giggling when he nuzzled his helmet into the crook of your neck. You had taken a quick shower while he was distracted by his nest building, so your skin was still warm and a little damp. His beskar squeaked slightly at the moisture.

"I could be lying, yes. But I might also be telling the truth." He reasoned, tugging you down to settle on the floor. 

"This is the Way, right?" You teased, cupping the sides of his helmet. He stilled and your smile slipped a notch as you remembered the way you had thrown the phrase in his face, how heartbroken he had sounded when he begged you to wait. 

Hesitantly, his hands raised to cover your own. "This is the Way." He intoned quietly, pressing his forehead against yours before continuing, "With you. I'm never leaving you behind. Ever again." 

"My Mandalorian." You whispered, relief making your eyes slide closed. "Thank you, Din."

He breathed, "Thank you for loving me," his tone unbearably soft even through the modulator. "Thank...thank you for saving me, my little mudhorn."

Your chuckle was a bit more watery than you would have liked. "That pet name is going to take some getting used to." You stroked the sides of his helmet. "Luckily, I'll have plenty of time to do so." You proceeded to press your thumb to his sternum, drawing it downwards. He did the same to you and you could feel the affection he had for you radiating through the delicacy of his touch when he softly tapped his fingers to your lips. "I promise." You whispered, your own fingers making a dull ringing sound on his beskar helmet. 

He just...stared down at you for several long moments. Long enough for you to half-lid your eyes again, lashes sweeping down as you focused your gaze self-consciously on his knees.

Slowly, slowly, his hand extended, and you could see it shaking ever so slightly in your peripheral for a second. "I share my name with you." Din slid his index finger down your jaw. "I share my face with you." He trailed his hand across your visage from temple to chin, his fingertips barely grazing your skin. "I share my body with you." He cupped his palm tenderly over the top of your left breast (no doubt feeling the way that your chest heaved excitedly under his touch). "I share...I share my heart with you." He murmured, threading his fingers through your own and raising them to his chin. "This is a riduurok bond. An oath that I swear to you. It's...it's very important." His sentence dissolved into a bit of a mumble, but you still heard him when he stammered, "s'a marital...l-love bond."

"Oh." You replied dumbly, before erupting with, "oh! Oh, you're--oh wow, stars, okay. What...uh, what do I have to say in return? To say yes?!" You rushed to ask, certain your eyes had gone glassy with tears.

"If...um, if you accept, y-you just...repeat what I said, and the gestures." Din seemed flustered by your enthusiastic reply, his hand trembling in your grip. "You...you really-?"

You tapped your index finger to the apex of his jaw contour and he fell silent. There was no possible way he could feel your touch through the armor, and yet you were still incredibly careful. "I share my name with you, Din." You breathed, your finger gliding over the beskar without so much as a sound. You then gently, so gently, rested your palm on the flat front of his visor. "I share my face with you, Din." 

"Maker, yes." He sighed, knocking his forehead roughly into your palm before you swept it down over his face like he had done for you. 

Your fingers splayed above his left pectoral, digging in a bit more than you needed to. "I share my body with you, Din." He shifted restlessly under your touch and you could feel your cheeks ache with how hard you were smiling as you took his hand in your own. Turning it over, you scrutinized his bruised knuckles with a soft noise of distress. Then, you raised his fingers to your lips and kissed every bruise, every battered knuckle, every scar that crisscrossed his olive skin.

"Please," Din begged brokenly, his voice nothing but a breathy groan. "P-Please."

You obliged him without hesitation, tapping your joined fingers against your chin with an air of solemn finality as you stated, "I share my heart with you, Din."

From his spot on his knees facing you, Din all but fell forward, cradling the back of your head with one hand as he pressed you down into the soft cocoon of blankets with his weight. "You precious...mesh'la...stars, you mean so fucking much to me." He gritted out, his voice almost pained while he framed your hips with his thighs. "So much, so much I don't know enough Basic for it. You are fucking healing, mirjahaal, you are rain, pitat, you are soft, pel, you are fucking stunning, kandosii'la, you a-are--you are dral, ner cabur, ner haal, you are...haar'chak, osi'kyr, I always lose my words." He growled in frustration, resting his forehead against your own. "My mouth can't even try to whisper what my heart screams. M'not used to talking so much." He admitted, sounding defeated.

"I hear you anyway." You assured him softly. Din raised his head, leveling that visor with your eyes. 

"How?" He asked desperately.

"I hear you when you speak with your hands. I hear you when you speak with your concern. I hear you...I h-hear you when you speak with your body." Your breath hitched and your eyes closed as he rolled that body against your own in one long, sensual grind. "I don't need you to talk if you can't. I hear you just fine, I promise." You managed to finish, even with his deliciously-distracting form stretched languidly over you.

"Then," Din hesitated. His hand sought out the scar on your side yet again, fingers caressing the marked skin. "I…I love you." He mumbled.

"I know, Din." You smiled warmly up at him. "I love you too." He ducked his head against your shoulder, like he was trying to hide his face despite already wearing a helmet. "Don't be shy!"

"I'm not shy, I-I'm…" 

"You're not used to this. It's new. That's okay." You cupped the back of his helmet. "I'll be here to help you figure it out. The kid and I." 

"You are my aliit, my clan. I'll...I'll keep you two safe, I promise. K'oyacyi." He choked out, his hand trembling when he drew the circle on your chest and rubbed his knuckles gently in the center. "My armor for you and the kid. My whole body. Anything you need." 

You slipped your legs out from beneath his thighs and opened them a little wider, letting him relax down into the sheltered harbor of your embrace. "Shh," you soothed, running your palms up and down his tense back. "Everything is fine. All we need is you. We're safe. You're safe with me. You can rest, sweetheart."

Din sighed, digging his hands into the blankets beneath your back. "Safe." He slurred. "Can't lay on y' though. Too heavy...lemme'..." He clumsily grappled with your body, somehow managing to roll the two of you over without accidentally braining you with his helmet. "Better." He grunted, threading his fingers through your hair and resting your head on his chest. "Should...put my suit back on."

"Five minutes." You bargained, stroking down the line of his visor. "Would you like me to sing for you?"

"...mmhm." He agreed through a yawn, his head drooping when he nodded. "Five...f-ive…"

You smiled as you listened to him struggle against sleep to try and talk to you, his breathing finally evening out after a few more minutes of incoherent mumbling. You pressed a careful kiss to his forehead and then snuggled down against his chest. "Stars fading, but I linger on dear...still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger 'til dawn dear, just saying this…" You half-whispered, your words petering out as you too succumbed to the allure of slumber.

The future was uncertain but, if only for this brief moment in time, the two of you found solace in the other's presence.

Stay safe, sweetheart. K'oyacyi, cyar'ika.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Leap of Faith

Mando x gn!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Rating: PG

“Shit,” Mando’s voice rang through your communicator over the commotion.

You ran as fast as you could and avoided the blaster fire from behind you. It wasn’t the first time you and the Mandalorian were in a sticky situation, but this one was particularly bad. You and Mando were after a bounty, as usual, when they found a way to outsmart the two of you and they took the child as ransom. As angry as you both were, you had to act fast to get the baby back.

That is when you and Mando ended up at a large towering building that the gang used as their base. To cover more space, you decided to split up, and you made you way towards the top of the tower while Mando covered the lower levels. You made it almost to the top when you were ambushed by two men. After you fought them off, you called for your partner on your comms, “I haven’t found the kid yet. I hope you’re having better luck on your end.”

You could hear grunts from the end of a fight, and you figured that he got ambushed as well. Maybe splitting up wasn’t the best idea, but you were both desperate to get the child back.

“Not yet,” Mando finally answered before you both cursed at the same time.

With your blaster ready, you made your way around the surprisingly complicated corridors in search of the child. Your heart pounded in your chest with anxiety and you tried to keep yourself from imagining the worst. After you busted open several doors to empty rooms, you finally found what you were looking for.

“Found him,” you said into your comm before you entered the room with your blaster held up.

Unfortunately, the child was well guarded and you fought off more attackers before you could get to the child. The room had four guards, two of which you were able to kill swiftly. The other two, however, gave you more trouble. The child watched you with wide eyes as you switched from your blaster to your vibroblade for hand-to-hand combat with the last guard.

You held your own for some time before the last, and biggest, of the men pinned you against the wall. A large hand wrapped around your throat as the other held you down. Panic rose within you as you tried to call to the Mandalorian through your communicator.

“Mando,” you gasped.

He answered immediately, “Hold on! I’m coming!” If you weren’t in such a bad situation, you would have picked up on the urgency in his voice, but you were too focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Before he could get to you, though, your attacker suddenly released you and held his hands over his throat. You coughed as you were able to fill your lungs with air again before you looked up at see why he backed off. The child stood as tall as he could and held his hand up in the air. He squinted as he concentrated all of his energy into contracting the guard’s throat. You smirked before you drove your blade into the man’s gut.

As his body fell to the floor, you rushed over to the child, “I got you. You’re ok.” You picked him up and cradled him in your arms after you checked him for injuries, “Thanks, kid,” you said to him as you met his bright eyes. The child cooed and smiled up at you, and you were just as happy to see him.

“I got him, Mando,” you touched your ear to update your partner.

 He breathed a sigh of relief, “Good,” he tried to keep his voice more level. It took him a long time to admit to himself how much he cared about you, and he wasn’t sure how to tell you. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to bring it up at all. But in the meantime, he would do whatever it took to protect you and the child. His family. “Meet me back at the front. There’s still more guys lurking, so be careful.”

“Got it. I think I hear some now,” you held the child tightly in your arms as you ran. You tried to backtrack your steps to reach the entrance, but you found yourself in another wing entirely. “Damn,” you cursed under your breath as you cradled the child. You could hear your attackers close in on you, and you were almost out of time. You tried to run in a different direction, but you could hear footsteps down that hall as well.

Your heart raced as you weighed your options. “Mando,” you hoped he could hear you on your comms, “I’m cornered.”

The sound of your name in his voice comforted you, “I’m still on the lower levels,” you could hear him fight off more men and you knew he would not reach you in time. The Mandalorian tried his best to work his way through the guards as fast as he could. Panic lined his movements as his mind wandered to dark places. What if something happened to you and the child? What if they killed you? Or captured you? No, he couldn’t let that happen.

A glance off the balcony gave you an idea, “How good have you gotten with that jetpack of yours?” you asked over your connection.

“Not as good as I’d like,” he replied before he paused. You could only imagine his body language as he asked, “Why?” He did not like where you were going with this.

“Cause we’re going to need a lift,” you were filled with adrenaline as you stared into the horizon.

“No, wait!” you could hear him shout in protest.

“No time!” you yelled back before you sprinted towards the balcony, “Hold on to me, little guy,” you tried to comfort the child as you ran.

“Shit,” you could hear him over the commotion as he moved as quickly as he could.

You held the child close to you and covered his head before you leapt off the edge of the balcony and started to freefall. The men who were chasing after you reached the ledge just a second too late, and they weren’t able to grab you before you jumped out of their reach. One obstacle avoided, you thought, one to go. You tried to hide your fear from the child as you squeezed your eyes shut and hoped the Mando would reach you in time.

Just as you were about to brace yourself to hit the ground, you felt strong arms catch you in mid-air. The impact took the breath out of you, and you opened your eyes once you steadied yourself. You were met with the familiar beskar helmet, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Nice catch!”

Mando couldn’t keep his gaze on you and the child, however, because you were still assaulted by blaster fire. He shifted you so that he only held you with one arm and pulled out his blaster to fire back. You were able to reach your blaster as well, and the two of you took out the last of the gang. Once they were all dead, the Mandalorian sheathed his blaster and wrapped his free arm around you so that he held you tightly with both arms. His grip was strong, and you felt safe in his arms. Once it was quiet, you found yourself lost in thought, and your thoughts landed on the bounty hunter. What you would give to fall asleep against him every night, or to even just tell him how you felt about him…

He was quiet as the three of you made your way back to the ship. When you stepped on board, Mando took the child from you and set him down to sleep. You watched him silently as you fidgeted with your hands. The baby cooed at him, and he caressed his face softly. Emotions overwhelmed you and you took in a deep breath to steady yourself.

Once he closed the door to separate the child from the two of you, his demeanor completely changed, “What were you thinking?” his voice was low but you could feel the anger there.

You flinched, “I was thinking I would do whatever it took to save the kid.”

“How could you be so reckless?” he pressed as he raised his voice. You almost missed the way his voice wavered. There was more there than anger, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see his face.

That irritated you, “It was either that or get shot, and I really didn’t want to get shot!”

“You know I don’t have this stable yet! What if I couldn’t get to you in time?” he shouted back.

“Well, you did,” you scoffed, “I don’t understand why you’re being such a hard-ass, Mando! We’re fine!”

“Because I can’t lose you!” He shouted before he realized what he said.

His angry, yet heart-filled confession took you off guard and you froze. “Mando,” you whispered as you sank down onto the bench against the wall. You were at a loss for words.

He sighed as he moved to sit next to you, “Listen,” he started in a softer voice, “I know you’d do anything for the kid. I would too,” he let out a dry chuckle, “But I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you too.”

You looked up at him slowly with wide eyes, “What?” You felt your face flush as your heart almost jumped out of your chest.

The bounty hunter held your hands, “You. The kid. I can’t lose either of you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“You’re so important to me,” he brought a hand up to caress your face and wipe away a tear that you didn’t realize had formed, “I love you.”

You leaned into his touch as the tension in the room faded away. “I love you too, Mando,” you spoke softly but sincerely as you nuzzled into his hand on your face and placed a kiss on his gloved palm. You could hear his breath hitch before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in to his chest. Being held in his arms felt even better than you ever imagined, and the bounty hunter held onto you as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let you go. Maybe that was his greatest fear. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not when you both found each other. Your love. Your family.

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Notes: This was supposed to be just a little drabble but it ended up turning into a full fic lol. I liked the idea of Reader jumping out of a building and Mando catching her mid air and it just went from there. As always, thank you all for the love and support! And my Mando tag list is always open, so just let me know if you’d like to be added. I’m hoping next up will be the Equal Partners sequel and then some smut so there’s plenty more in the works!

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[emmerrald]

Opposites Attracts (part 2) chilumi fanfic

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 

 Part 1

Previously:

“Aw come on, you don’t want to celebrate with me? It will be my treat.” Childe said with a puppy dog eyes.

Lumine on the other hand can’t resist the look of Childe. She sigh and finally give up, “Fine... But let me change my clothes first.” Childe sheepishly smiled and nod.

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“So, where are we going exactly?” Lumine ask Childe on their way to the parking lot.

“We’re going to Wanmin Restaurant. The food there is so delicious I tell ya’!” Childe said and get on his sport-bike.

“That’s in Liyue right? Won’t that be too long for us to get there?” Lumine said to Childe while he gives her a helmet.

“That’s okay, we have a waypoint you know?” Childe said with an obvious face on his face, while crossing his hands.

Lumine line her lips and blink at Childe, “Vehicles can use the waypoint? really?” Lumine said with a shock face.

Childe laugh at her, and turn his key on the sport-bike, “Yeah, don’t worry. Now hop in.” Childe gestured Lumine to ride behind his back. Lumine hop in, she looks at Childe’s broad shoulder  and started to sweat. “Wait did she already hop in? She’s so light I can’t feel her.” Childe thought and check at Lumine. “Yep, she’s there.”

“W-where do I put my hands?” Lumine thought and decided to put her hands on the handle in the back of the bike. Childe look at Lumine and smile worriedly at her.

“If you don’t want to die, I won’t put my hands over there if I were you.” Childe said and started his sport-bike.

When the sport-bike move, Lumine put her arms around Childe’s torso and hug it tightly, “Eek!! This is too fast! Very too fast for me!” Lumine thought and she started to sweat.

“Eek!!” Lumine squeal and close her eyes. As for Childe, he just chuckle and find it cute.

“We’re here.” Childe said  and hop off on his bike and remove his helmet. He looked at Lumine whose eyes spinning like crazy.

“W-We’re here? t-that’s fast. I thought I-I’ll almost die..” Lumine said and remove her helmet and put it in front of her. Childe laugh and lend out a hand to Lumine so she can get down safely. “Thank you..”

“Let’s go inside and eat. I know you must be hungry right now.” Childe said to Lumine and she sigh.

“Can’t argue with that.” Lumine said and follow Childe inside. 

“Table for two please.” Childe said to the waiter and he show where they will be eating. Childe pull out the chair so Lumine can sit.

“Thank you.” Lumine said and smile at Childe. Childe sit in front of her and smile back.

“So what do you want to eat?” Childe said, Lumine look at the menu and her eyes go wide. “This restaurant is too expensive for me!!” Lumine sweat at the thought and look at Childe who is happily smiling at her.

Lumine look back at the menu and choses the least expensive one, “T-then I choose the Mora Meat... please.” Lumine said and Childe frown at her. 

“You know it’s okay. It’s my treat anyways.” Childe said and rest his head on his hands and Lumine look at Childe while half of her face hides behind the menu.

“B-But all of these are expensive.” Lumine said and point out to Childe the whole menu. Childe blinked at Lumine and started to giggle. “W-What’s so funny?” 

“Oh it’s nothing. Don’t worry just pick anything you like, I insist.” Childe said and call on the waiter.

“Calla Lily Seafood Soup please.” Childe said and Lumine look at the waiter and smile at him, “Same as him please.” 

The waiter blush and this make Childe uncomfortable, “S-Sure ma’am, anything you like to add?”  

“Oh there’s nothing more, what about you Childe?” Lumine look at Childe who was glaring at the waiter, Lumine brows furrowed and tap his arms, and Childe look at her. 

“What?”

“I asked if you want to add something more.” Lumine said and cross her arms and Childe shakes his head no. “Well, that would be all sir.” Lumine said and the waiter walks away blushing.

“You know Lumine,” Lumine was startled because of Childe calling her name out of nowhere, “You should stop smiling like that in front of other men.” 

“Why? It doesn’t suit me?” Lumine ask Childe and she touch her mouth.

“Oh no, it suits you perfectly,” Childe said and started to glare once more at the waiter, “But you will catch wolves if you do that.” 

“What?!! I can catch wolves if I smile?!” Lumine ask innocently at Childe. Childe sighed and roll his eyes.

“Didn’t your father taught you that men are wolves?” Childe said and raise his brow at Lumine.

“What?! Men can transfer into a wolf?!” Lumine ask shocked, and Childe once again sigh.

“Her father must be an airhead.” Childe thought, and shake his head, “No they cannot. *sigh* It’s nothing just forget about it.” Childe said.

“If you say so...” Lumine said and pout, “Wow she gets over with it really fast.” Childe thought and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Lumine ask Childe. Childe smiles at Lumine and pats her head, 

“I thought you’re just cute and didn’t I say that you look beautiful in that outfit?”

Lumine blush so hard on what Childe just said. Lumine gripped her skirt and avoid Childe’s gaze. “I-Is this one of your moves, s-so that girls could fall in love with you?! Well sorry, it d-doesn’t work for me!” Lumine said with a stern voice.

Childe was shock to hear that and remove his hand above Lumine’s head, “What do you mean by that?”

“D-Don’t play dumb! All of the student in the campus know your a Casanova! Dating girls for fun and... and do some naughty stuff!” Lumine said crossed her arms and grip her arms tight.

Childe look at Lumine for a few moments, and burst into laughter. “Why are you laughing?! Stop that!” Lumine said.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea haha.” Childe said still laughing.

“W-What do you mean by that?” Lumine said and look at Childe.

“I didn’t date girls for fun, I do it for business you silly little chick haha.” Childe said and Lumine look at Childe with so much confusion. “And I don’t do naughty stuff with them, just a kiss on the hand for taking their time with me.” 

Lumine blush in embarrassment and cover her face, “Gosh! They really got the wrong idea of Childe!” Lumine thought and Childe just laugh his ass off. “Then, why are you doing all of that.” Lumine ask Childe.

“Because girls loves to gossip around and all, so it’s an easy way to get an information.” Childe said and smile at Lumine. Lumine get silent for a moment then bite her lip.

“Then, you’re here with me because you might get an information from me? is that why your acting all friendly with me? I know you’re schemes Tartaglia, so stop it before it’s get bad.” Lumine said and glare at Childe.

Childe’s smile disappear on his face with a blink of an eye. “Oh I like that when it gets bad, it seems so fun and thrilling don’t you think?” Childe smirk at Lumine but his eyes are dark.

Lumine sweat and gulp her saliva, “What do you even want from me?” Lumine asked Childe as he chuckled.

“It’s nothing really, but I’m a little bit curious about why would be the principal in Celestia right now.” Childe said and Lumine flinch from his words. “I’m a curious little child you know?” 

Lumine stares at Childe unknowingly what to do, she sighs and look at him with a soft face that makes Childe surprised, “If you gain my trust, I’ll tell you one day.” 

Childe cover his face using his right hand and blush. “This girl is making me crazy.” Childe thought and Lumine look at him with a confuse face. 

“Oh, there’s our food.” Lumine said and look at the food that has been placed in the table, “Wow! It looks so delicious! Thanks for treating me today, Childe.” Lumine gave him a lovely smile and eat. 

Childe’s heart on the other hand, begins to beat fast and thump loudly. He looks at Lumine and his heart feel at ease. He smiled back at her and started to eat, “Your welcome.”

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“*sigh* I can’t believe that class is finally over, Lisa-sensei is so.... sadistic. You know what I mean?” Lumine said to Amber and she nod at her.

“Yeah I know. I’m hungry let’s go to cafeteria since it’s break time.” Amber suggest to Lumine and she smiles at the idea.

“To the cafeteria we go!” Lumine shout and both girls started to laugh.

As, they walking through the hallways, they saw a bunch of girls surrounding at Childe.

“Childe-senpai! I made this for you!”

“Childe! Let’s take a selfie!”

“Childe-senpai! Notice me!”

And so on, Childe smile at them and all the girls squeal loudly. Lumine just stares at them, while Amber shows a disgusted face. 

“Ugh! Those girls squeals making my ears hurt! Let’s go Lumine!” Amber said and crossed her arms. Lumine nod. 

Childe notice Lumine, and grab the chance to get away. “Lumine!” Childe shouted. Both girls looked at him and Childe run towards them, and the girls whose surrounding Childe glare at Lumine.

“She’s the transferee right?”

“What’s up with them?”

“I heard that Childe-senpai’s dormmate is a girl.”

“Don’t tell me that’s her?”

“What a plain looking girl.”

Lumine frown when she heard all of that she replace it with a smile when Childe was near to them.

“Good thing you pass by, *sigh*.” Childe said and scratch his head. Lumine chuckle and the three of them start to walk away.

“Hey Childe! Keep your hands out of my girl you hear?!” Amber said and hug Lumine tightly and playfully glare at Childe. Lumine giggle and hold Amber’s arm.

Childe smirk at Amber and put his face close to her, “Is this a challenge I hear?” 

Lumine put Childe and Amber faces away with each other and sigh. “Stop it you two,” Lumine look at Amber and holds her hand. “Thanks for worrying Amber, but I’ll be fine.” Lumine said so Amber’s worry go away.

“B-But... But...!” Amber stop when Lumine smile at her, she sigh and cross her arms, “Fine! But I still keep an eye on you!” Amber said and look angrily at Childe. 

Childe raise his arms up and starts to play Amber’s Bunny headband, that makes her annoy. Lumine sigh and just laugh at the two.

“Do you want to eat with us Childe?” Lumine ask Childe that makes Amber surprised.

“Really? I don’t think your little friend here likes the idea.” Childe said and cross his arms and teasingly smile at Amber.

“I’m not little!” Amber said and grumpily stomps.

“It’s okay right Amber?” Lumine ask Amber and Amber can’t resist the cuteness of Lumine.

“Urk... fine...” Amber giving up and sigh in defeat, and Childe gave a victory pose.

When they got inside the Cafeteria, it was full with people. “Waah! Let’s hurry Lumine!” Amber drag Lumine, completely left Childe standing there.

“Seriously, that girl!” Childe whispers to himself and a tick mark appears on his forehead and decided to look for a table. 

“Good thing there’s more food here,” Amber gets the  Northern Smoked Chicken, her saliva slipping out because of the smell of the food.

“Give this to Childe will you?” Lumine said and give the  Chicken Stir-Fry to Amber, she pouts and sigh.

“Fine... I’m going ahead Lumine just pick whatever you like!” Amber said and happily go to the table where Childe is.

Lumine hold the last Almond Tofu, but an another hand holds it too, Lumine looks up and she saw a man with medium-length black hair with teal undertones, pale skin, and amber eyes. She let go the tofu and scratch her hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you want this... umm you can have it.” Lumine said and is about to go away, but the man grabs her hand and Lumine was startled by the sudden action of the man, she looks at him and blush.

“It’s fine you can have it. I’ll just pick another.” The man said in a calm voice and gave it to Lumine the Almond Tofu and go away.

Lumine stands there and look at the man as he completely disappear at the sight, “I thought he’s gonna pick?...” 

Lumine go where Amber and Childe is and sit beside Amber, she sigh and started to eat. The other two exchange faces and looked at Lumine.

“Is there something wrong?” Childe asked. Lumine shakes her head no.

“Then what’s the matter?” Amber asked and Lumine cross her arms and lean at the chair.

“Well, I was about to get this tofu but a man wants it too, he had medium-length black hair with teal undertones.” Lumine said and continues to eat.

“You must be talking about Xiao-senpai, he’s a little bit... I don’t know.” Amber said and takes a bite, “Weird, but he’s a good senpai.” Amber said.

“Hmmm, then I’ll just make him an Almond Tofu.” Lumine said and hurriedly finish her Almond Tofu, and stands up.

“H-Hey wait! I’m coming with you!” Childe said and stands up and followed Lumine. 

Amber was left there speechless, “What the..?” 

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Lumine goes to the culinary club to borrow the recipe of Almond Tofu, “Thanks Xiangling, your the best.” Lumine said to her other friend, named Xiangling.

“Anything for my best friend!” Xiangling cheerfully said and clasped their hands together, “By the way, why are you making Almond Tofu?” Xiangling asked.

“Oh, I’ll make it for Xiao-senpai. I think he didn’t eat earlier because of me.” Lumine said and Xiangling gave her a smug look.

“Oh, what’s this? Do you like Xiao-senpai? Is that it?!” Xiangling said and puts her face close to Lumine, and Lumine blood boil from her face and steam comes out from her ears.

“Wh-What?!! N-No! Of course not!” Lumine refuse the idea being in love with Xiao and Xiangling frown.

“Ehh, Well that sucks,” Xiangling said and starts to think deeply.

“Then, I should g-” Lumine was cut off when Xiangling puts her hands on top of her shoulder with sparkles on her eyes.

“Then what about Childe?!” Xiangling asked that makes Lumine caught off guard, “Do you like him?! You guys make the best couple! Just imagine it!” Xiangling said as she starts to daydream.

Lumine on the other hand, looks like a tomato, all of her body becomes red, she was speechless and the recipe started to rip apart.

“Oh my! Silence means yes! So you do like Childe! So your taste of boys is a playboy type huh? I understand, I understand.” Xiangling said and Lumine’s heart starts to beat fast and loudly.

“X-Xiangling! I-I didn’t even say a-anything! and besides he’s a kind of a bad guy!” Lumine protest, her legs was shaking badly and embarrassment starts to take over her because Childe is outside of the door. “I hope he doesn’t hear anything!”

“Oh Lumine! Don’t you know? There’s a saying that opposites attracts! You and Childe are completely the opposites! This makes my heart flutter!” Xiangling said and start to jump in joy.

“A-Anyway! I better get going! and looks like your little panda is hungry.” Lumine said and point at Gouba, Xiangling’s panda.

“Your right! Well anyway, good luck of your love life Lumine! I’m cheering on both sides!” Xiangling said and go to her panda and started to feed him.

Lumine go outside and she see Childe leaning on the wall while his eyes are closed, and then again her heart starts to beat fast just seeing Childe. “What the hell?! Calm down heart of mine!” Lumine thought and go to Childe and tap his shoulder. 

“Are you okay Childe?” Lumine ask Childe.

Childe opens his eyes and smile at Lumine, “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Lumine and Childe started to go to their dorm to start cooking, while they were walking Lumine ask Childe a question, “By the way, you didn’t hear anything while your outside at the culinary club earlier right?” Lumine just look ahead and her head just goes, “Please say you didn’t hear anything!”

“About you being asked who you like? Of course no.” Childe said and started to laugh, Lumine stop at her tracks, and a blush was completely shown into her face.

“So you do hear!” Lumine said and punch Childe’s shoulder playfully. Childe laugh and grab her wrist, Lumine startled and look at Childe.

“Hey Lumine, why won’t you and I started dating?” Childe asked and Lumine completely stop breathing. 

“What the hell?” Lumine thought, she glares at Childe and put her hands on her hips, “What the fuck are you talking about? You didn’t even like me and you still didn’t gain my trust.” 

Childe smirk at Lumine and leans closer to her, they stare eye to eye. “Then what about we hold a duel?” Childe suggest and Lumine raised a brow at him.

“What do you mean?” Lumine gave him a confused face and Childe started to laugh.

“You know what I mean, If I win you will date me only for 3 months and if you win you can do anything you want from me. We had a deal?” Childe suggest and held his hand out.

Lumine looks at Childe’s hand and accept it, Childe was surprise and look at Lumine amazed. “I thought you wouldn’t accept it.” 

“I never back down from a fight.” Lumine smirks and gets excited, this is the first time she fights at Teyvat, when she and Aether travels, the two of them always fight their enemies, strong or not. “When are we doing it?”

“Maybe on Friday, because that’s the day all the students fight with each other.” Childe said.

They go inside in their dorms and Lumine starts to prepare the ingredients. Lumine puts an apron and started to cook.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you? I’m a pretty good cook you know?” Childe said and look at Lumine.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I’m always the one who cooks at home and my family loves it.” Lumine said and tie her hair in a ponytail but there’s still strands that left behind.

Childe look at Lumine in a daze, “She’s pretty if she do that...” Childe was startled by the thought and Lumine look at Childe and smile at him.

“Is there something wrong?” Lumine smile at Childe with a confuse face. 

Childe looks at Lumine wide eyed and smile at her, “No, there’s nothing wrong. I’ve just realized something important.”

“Really? and what is that?” Lumine asked as she starts to mix something.

“I’ve came to realized that I like you.” 

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[jimmythegirl]

what’s in it for me?

Chapter 2 of Ion Turbine 

part 1

Din Djarin x Reader 

Summary: Force sensitive reader and Din cross paths.... its a real slow burn y’all 

Warnings: violence , mentions of slavery, no smut now but later on

Author note: I just wanna say thank y’all so much for all the love chapter 1 got. Holy smokes, it really means the world to me. Also, sorry there wasn’t too much Daddy Din in this but next chapter is gonna be saturated with him dw. 

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When the world came back into focus you felt cold metal around you. As you came to you realized you were on the ground, your body was aching. Had you been hit? Did you fight something or someone? The mandalorian stood feet away from you, holding his blaster in one hand, the small green child guarded behind him. 

“Get up and get out.” He demanded, moving closer, extending his blaster out as if to warn you.

You slowly pushed yourself up the wall for support before trying to hobble down the ship’s ramp. He moved up just inches behind you, the blaster pressed against the back of your neck. The touch of its icy metal sent a chill down your spine. 

“It-it,” You began softly, looking back at the green child, “has a gift you know.”

The next moment your knees slammed against the rough metal of the ramp, ripping up your skin. Your wrist tried to take the impact but instead leaving you with bloody palms 

“Who sent you?!” He kneeled onto your back, the metal plate on his knee digging into your spine.

“N-no one sent me?” You choked out, your face pressed against the ground. 

You could feel the blaster pressing into your skull even harder. You scanned your surroundings looking for anything that might give you a slight chance at making it out alive. You could see a large crate back in the ship and hoped that you had enough strength in you to move it. 

You closed your eyes, tuning out everything. The demands of the man above you. The birds beginning to wake. The wind blowing through the branches of trees. Everything.  

Your arms were currently pinned under your body but you did your best to extend your fingers towards the crate. Pulling on everything in you to move it. You hadn’t used your ability in a long time but this was life or death and you knew you had it in you. You could feel the energy shift as the crate began to pull towards you. You honed in on that feeling and gave every last thing you had. Finally, the crate hurled towards you colliding with the mandalorian and throwing him off you.

He quickly got back to his feet but he did not try to hurt you again. He just stood there. As if in complete disbelief, looking back at the child who  just looked at him innocently. You laid still on the dirty ground, trying to regain the energy to move.

“Did you-?” 

You nodded, doing your best to sit back up. He disappeared into the ship, reappearing moments later with bacta spray. 

“Give me your hands.”

You did as he said, watching quietly as he carefully sprayed your hands and knees. Your cheeks flushed as he helped you to your feet. You could see the beginning of morning peek through the trees. Your stomach dropped as you realized the amount of trouble you would be in back at the shop for being gone all night. 

Once again you glanced back at the green child, trying to determine what to do. It seemed so foolish to walk away from another one like you, but you had to remember why you were here. You came to this planet for a reason. To this village for a reason.

 You looked at the man in armor and then once again to the child as if to ask for permission. He gave a nod and you slowly approached the little green creature who cooed softly. Not wanting to end up on the floor again you opted out of picking it up and instead went to rub the top of its head. 

The moment the two of you touched you could feel a force around you, connecting the two of you. The dizzy feeling was gone, replaced instead by something entirely different. This felt stronger, like your life force was merged to the little green one’s, creating something powerful.

“Are there more of you?” The modulated voice said, breaking you out of your connection.

“What?” 

“With these powers, are there more that have them?”

“I have heard stories...but.” You walked back towards him. You looked towards the sky, seeing the shift in colors, “Shit, I have to go.” You hurried down the ramp quickly, collecting your things onto the cart.

“What?” He followed after you.

“I need to get back before my boss wakes up.”  You began to haul yourself into the woods, as he quickly followed after you.

“Wait, I need your help.”

You stopped. He needed your help? The mandalorian needed help from the girl he almost just killed?

“You what?” You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“With the kid I mean. I’ve been trying to find where he belongs and you might be a start.”

“We aren’t even close to the same species, you do realize that right?” You finally turned to face him, arms crossed across your chest.

“He needs someone like him.”

You looked down to your boots, debating it. Anything would be better than your current living/work situation now, you knew that. But you worried about joining this man you knew nothing about, who just tried to kill you. 

“What’s in it for me, huh?”

“I’ll pay, I’ve got plenty of credits.”

“Hmm, no, I don’t have any use for those.” You dropped the handle to your cart, slowly walking closer to him, “Are you getting off this planet anytime soon?”

“As soon as you’d like.”

“Teach me to fight and you have yourself a deal.” You pushed your arm out towards him as he did the same, grasping your hand in agreement. 

“Be here by midday.” 

“Yes, sir!” You said before heading off back towards the village, cart behind you. The anxiety and adrenaline filling your veins.

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As you slowly made your way back up to your room above the shop your ears were met with angry beeps. 

“Shhhhhh! You’re gonna wake the whole house up!” You half whispered half yelled at the droid who was ferociously bumping into your leg as some form of punishment, “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.” You grabbed a bag and began to haphazardly throw things in, “We have to leave, ok lil bud, I can explain everything on the way.” There were only confused beeps that time, “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” 

You rummaged through your shelf, grabbing all your books. You knew you were bound to forget something but as long as you had these you could get through floating through space with the galaxy's most dangerous bounty hunter. 

Once your bag was packed you snuck out to the refresher to wash up. Then threw some clothes back on and your hair back up in it’s usual style before heading down the hall to your room. 

You stopped right before you stepped inside. Someone was in there, you felt it. At this point, your boss should’ve been opening up the shop for the day, so who was in your room? You took a few small steps closer before your eyes were met with the end of a blaster.

“Where were you plannin’ on runnin’ off to eh?” Your boss said, your packed bag in his unoccupied hand. 

“I’m not going an-anywhere sir. I was just...just packing up some things to sell.” 

“Ahh sell is it?” He smiled a practically toothless grin, “That why you were gone all night?”

You could feel the blood drain from your face. He began to shove you towards a back room in the house with nothing in it but a cage. 

“Get in.” He laughed, and you did as you were told. He sat on a stool opposite the cage, the blaster still aimed at you. Honestly, how many times in one day can a girl have a blaster pointed at her?

“Don’t you think all of this is a bit of an overreaction, Nahdonnis, sir? All I did was pack a bag.”

“This is about more than that bag.” He walked up to the bars of the cage, “This is about you not understandin’ that I own you.” His dirty nails dug into your cheeks, the smell of his breath enveloping you and causing your stomach to churn, “Ahhhhaha but you’re gonn’ make me enough credits for one of those new speeder bikes aren’t you, pretty girl?” You felt sick, really sick now.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” His hand slipped from your face to your neck, “So don’t go usin’ those mind power.” He hobbled back to his stool.

You nodded. Tears threatened your eyes as you came to terms with what was happening. You weren’t going to make it to the meeting with the mandalorian. You would have to leave soon and you were stuck in a cage about to be sold. 

You sunk to the floor, accepting your fate. The exhaustion of a sleepless night and emotional morning getting to you as you curled up on the limited floor space available. You knew that once you were sold the possibility of no sleep was a real threat so you allowed yourself to doze off.

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When you woke again your eyes shot open, you could hear something loud happening down in the shop but you weren’t sure what. Although it wasn’t unusual for customers to get rowdy so you didn’t think much of it and judging by your boss, with his hands down his pants, he didn’t either. 

You couldn’t exactly tell what time it was but the windows that were boarded up had streams of bright light coming in that were not yet orange like that from the evening suns. It made your heart sink to know that the mandalorian probably already left. That your one chance to get out of this life was probably not even on this planet anymore. You thought about the little green child as well. How the mandalorian said he needed your help. Your heart yearned to help that little baby.

Suddenly there were shots heard downstairs. You quickly sat up. Your boss grabbed his blaster, eyeing the door as the house grew suspiciously quiet. The only thing you could hear was the heartbeat in your ears. 

You could sense someone else was nearby. One person. Just outside the door. 

The door flew off its hinge, your boss quickly standing as he held out his blaster with shaky hands. You slowly rose to your feet, confused as the mandalorian walked inside. 

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[kanawuts]

The Girl Who Loved Fairy Tales

Inspired by this post by @panncakes​

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

Jane and Dr. Fai agreed to meet for lunch before their Disney movie not-a-date. Jane arrived at the restaurant first, early as always. Luckily, she didn’t have to sit alone with her thoughts for too long before Dr. Fai walked through the door. It took Jane a second to even recognize her without her white lab coat. She was wearing a floral sundress, red lipstick, and had curled her hair.

Jane could hear Tan’s teasing voice in her head. “She’s dressed for a daaaate.”

Even the imaginary version of Tan was annoying.

Suddenly Jane felt self-conscious. Was she underdressed? She glanced down at her outfit. No, this was her nicest pair of jeans. Plus, she was wearing heels. And her blouse was made of lace.

Wait a second.

Was she dressed for a date?

There was no time to ponder this, however, because Dr. Fai had made her way over to the table. Jane shot to her feet, banging her knee on the table leg in the process.

Pain shot through her leg.

What the fuck?

Why did she stand? That was definitely date behavior.

Jane attempted to turn her grimace of pain into a smile. “Hi, Dr. Fai. It’s great to see you again.”

“Please, just call me Fai. Is your knee okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“Didn’t hurt at all!” Jane lied, sitting back down. She picked up her menu, desperate to change the subject. “Have you been here before?”

“Been meaning to but haven’t had the chance yet. They keep me pretty busy over at the hospital. What about you?”

“I came here with Tan about a month ago, right after it opened.”

“Tan…that’s the guy you were with the other day at the hospital, right? Is he…” Fai seemed to hesitate. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, no, definitely not,” Jane said with a laugh. “He’s just a friend. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m single.”

The word “single” felt strange on her lips. But now was definitely not the time to think about Pued.

“Gotcha,” Fai said.

Jane pretended she didn’t notice the relief in her eyes. “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”

Now it was Fai’s turn to laugh. “No, no boyfriend.”

It was impossible not to notice the emphasis she put on boy.

“A girlfriend?” Jane asked, a part of her desperately praying Fai would say yes. If she said yes, then that would prove Tan’s date theory wrong once and for all.

“Unfortunately, no,” Fai replied, her eyes locking with Jane’s. “No girlfriend.”

Fai had a very intense gaze, almost too intense. Jane was finding it extremely difficult to look away from her. She needed to stop staring and say something. Anything. But nothing was coming to her. Her mind had gone strangely blank. What even were words?

Fai really was so pretty. Her hair looked so nice like this.

Hey! Those were words. That was something she could say. Compliments were always good, right? But wait, wouldn’t that sound like she was flirting, if she complimented Fai’s appearance immediately after Fai had told her she didn’t have a girlfriend? Yes, it would definitely sound like flirting. She needed to think of something else to say…

“You two ready to order?” came the voice of the server, sounding oddly far away.

Jane gave a jolt, startled. She’d forgotten where they even were. Judging from the slightly dazed expression on Fai’s face, she had to.

The server took their orders and left. Jane and Fai were left once again sitting in silence, but this time neither of them was looking at the other. Jane fiddled with the clasp of her necklace. Fai folded up her straw wrapper.

Well.

This was awkward.

SAY SOMETHING! Jane’s brain screamed.

Why was she suddenly so horrible at making small talk? When had she become such a disaster? How much longer were they going to have to sit here in this painful silence? She glanced down at her phone. What time did the Disney marathon start again?

The Disney marathon! Of course!

“Do you know which films they’re showing?” Jane asked, relieved that her brain had finally remembered how to make conversation.

Fai glanced up, relief in her eyes, no doubt just as happy as Jane was that the silence had been broken. Yeah, I do!” she said. “It’s Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and The Lion King. I think there might be one or two others. Can’t remember what they are.

“Oooh, I hope it’s Aladdin. Or Mulan. Or Sleeping Beauty.” Jane laughed. “Who am I kidding? I love them all.” She took a sip of her water. “The Little Mermaid is my favorite though. What about you?”

“It’s The Little Mermaid for me as well,” Fai said. “I literally wore out my VHS tape of it when I was a kid from watching it so many times.”

“Oh my god, same,” Jane said. “And I had such a crush on Prince Eric.”

“I had crush on Ariel. Before I was even old enough to know that girls could have crushes on girls. I’d watch the movie on repeat just to look at her.”

Jane tried to decide how to reply to this. She didn’t want Fai to think she had any problem with her sexual orientation, but she also didn’t want to lead her on, to make her think that there was anything going on here besides a blossoming friendship.

“So you’re into redheads?” she teased.

Casual and friendly. Nailed it.

Tan’s voice once again filled her head. “You know your tone sounded super flirty, right?”

Imaginary Tan really needed to keep his opinions to himself.

Fai smiled. “I’m not really picky when it comes to hair colors. A pretty girl is a pretty girl, you know?”

That intense gaze was back…

It was time to change the subject.

“Bunn loaned me The Little Mermaid book back when we were kids and it broke my heart,” she said. “I was not expecting it to end so tragically.”

Fai looked at her blankly. “The book doesn’t have a happy ending?”

“You haven’t read it? Oh my god, I’m going to have steal Bunn’s copy back from him and loan it to you. You can’t claim to be a fan of The Little Mermaid if you haven’t read the book, Fai.”

“I’ll read anything you want me to, Jane,” Fai murmured.

Jane’s heart skipped a beat.

Shit.

To be continued…

#manner of death #janejira #jane x fai #tanbunn #tan x bunn

[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Chapter Four

Chapter Four- Change

Warnings: Discussion of violence and mention of blood/injury

Word Count: 1,327

Summary: With Mando a few  paces near you, injuries in tow, you face the prospect of telling him something you had never wanted him to know.

A/N: google docs is an annoying bastard.

Little One Masterlist

You turned briskly, now facing the Mandalorian a few paces behind you. He looked exhausted. With the way that he was standing, and now walking, it seemed he was injured.

It took you a second to snap out of it, and in that time you quickly moved to aid him, lightly putting one of his arms over your shoulder to help him to the ship.

“What was that?” He asked through labored breaths as you practically lugged him up the ramp, this time being sure to securely shut the hatch behind you.

“I don’t think it’s the time for questions, Mando.” You huffed, helping him settle down onto the floor. You stood once he was stable and grabbed the med pack. “You’re injured.”

“I can do it myself.” He insisted. You kneeled down next to him, opening the med pack and grabbing an assortment of medical supplies you knew he needed.

“You can’t cauterize every wound you have.” You replied, unrolling a few bandages.

“I’m not going to let you help me until you tell me what happened back there.” He huffed. You stopped for a few moments to watch him cautiously.

“How about I tell you while I fix you up.” You argued, looking over his body for any obvious signs of injury. The only thing you could see were various cuts that had sliced through his clothing, they differed in sizes but for the most part needed bacta spray at least.

“Is it alright if I cut this tunic?” You asked, looking at him for permission. As soon as he nodded, you reached for the laser scissors that were kept in the med pack. Activating them, you started off with a measurable cut on his inner forearm, carefully slicing the fabric just enough to expose the area around the gash.

“Well?” He pressed. You set down the scissors, sighing lightly and picking up a bacta patch while you collected your thoughts.

“The weapon that I used, and currently have on me, is called a lightsaber.” You gently rubbed an antiseptic around the gash. “Have you heard of it?”

As Mando thought, you put down the antiseptic and unwrap the bacta patch in your hand. “I have.” He finally stated. “But from what I have heard they are the weapon of an enemy.”

“You mean the Jedi.” You carefully placed the bacta patch on the wound and smoothed it gently.

“Yes, the Jetii.” You moved along towards another wound, repeating the process like machinery.

“Well luckily for you, I am no Jedi.” You said impassively, you grabbed a couple of bacta patches this time, sorting through them to find the most suitable for the wound.

“But you wield the same weapon.” He responds, his voice still gruff.

“Well,” You finish smoothing the bacta patch and move to another cut. “Think of it like this; someone can wear beskar and still not be a Mandalorian, right? Even if they use it for similar purposes.” This comparison seemed to make him think. You took the few beats of silence to re-examine him. There were now only small cuts left, none that demanded bacta patches but at least bacta spray.

“A lightsaber is a weapon that is associated with the Jedi but it is used by all force users who are fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to construct or stumble upon their own.” You reach over once again to the med pack, now grabbing the bacta spray.

“I’ve never seen it before.” He says, more relaxed and watching you spray over his smaller cuts. “I’ve never seen you use it before.” He clarifies.

“It’s too flashy,” You close up the bacta spray, looking over your handiwork. “I only use it when I have to.”

He definitely looked better now, though the way that he was walking earlier probably meant that something else was going on.

“Where else are you hurt?” You asked, looking back up at his visor. He took a few moments before answering.

“One of the bounty hunters lodged a knife in my leg.” He stated simply and when you looked at him in disbelief, he continued. “Not too deep, but deep enough.”

“Where?” You shifted so that you were closer to his legs.

“Left, on the upper thigh.” You looked down and sure enough, there was a sharp puncture in the stained cloth. You grabbed the scissors, which were now becoming almost too comfortable to hold, and cut above and below the puncture.

“I believe it’s deeper than you think.” You said, almost cringing at how deep it looked. “No wonder you were having trouble walking.” He grunted in response.

You took a deep sigh looking back at the supplies. You could use the synth flesh and bacta, which would work well enough. Thoughts clustered in your mind, all ideas and theories on what would be the time efficient but also helpful to your companion.

“I have an idea.” You said, resituating yourself briefly before looking back up at him with a comforting smile.

“What is it?” He asked, lightly attempting to relax.

“You’ll see.” You placed one of your hands below the incision and the other above it, closing your eyes in focus.

“What are you-” You cut him off with a light glare and a tilt of your head before closing your eyes and refocusing.

Energy flowed through your hands as the force ran through your body. You willed it to the injury, allowing it to course to the deepest part of the wound and slowly, but surely, reconnect the tissue.

You opened your eyes to see that the wound was completely healed. You removed your hands and glanced back up at Mando, who seemed to be baffled by what he had just experienced.

“Anything else?” He shook his head, now running two fingers over his skin. You gave him a small smile and quickly reorganized the med pack beside you, Mando stood as you were doing so and climbed back into the upper level of the ship.

Once you were finished, you entered the cockpit yourself. Mando had already changed into new underclothes, he wordlessly beckoned you to sit down as he prepped the ship for take off. You sat in your seat across from the child, who was miraculously still napping soundlessly.

As the Razor Crest quickly lifted into the sky, leaving the snowy plains behind, the familiar view of space filled your vision. The black of space and the flimsy glare of the stars greeted you.

After a few moments of guiding the ship out of the system, Mando reached over to the control  panel, swiping absentmindedly through what seemed to be the surrounding systems and their planets.

He noticed you watching from beside him and cleared his throat before speaking.

“We have to find somewhere to lay low.” He said, still switching through the planets and their backgrounds. “Needs to be somewhere quiet, not many people.”

You nodded, thinking, before shifting slightly in your seat.

“What about Sorgan?” You suggested. “There’s barely any people, I think it’d be perfect.”

He hummed in response, pulling up the planet on his navigator, and silently read the limited information that popped up on the screen.

“Seems like a real backwater scughole.” He commented under his breath. You laughed and looked at him, clearly amused. He gazed at you in clear confusion.

“It’s my home planet.” You grinned as he immediately stiffened, chuckling even more when he awkwardly attempted to apologize.

“It’s fine, really.” You ushered. “It’s a pretty accurate description of it.” Mando sat back into his seat, turning to you slightly.

“Will anyone recognize you?” He asked, though he did so with an air of caution.

“No.”

You caught onto the question that laid between the lines of his inquiry. But you chose to not mention it

Thankfully, Mando pressed no further and effortlessly entered Sorgan into the navigation computer, moving to face the stars once again.

“To Sorgan, then.”

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[littlemarvelfics]

Whatever Comes Next

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Steve x Reader (platonic-ish)

Word Count: about 3k

Warnings: cheating, swears

Square Filled: K4: Office/Corporate AU for @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: I’m so bad at timing. Were all these supposed to be spread out? Yes. Did I not realize that May 31 and June 1 were one after the other? Apparently not. But this is my entry for @buckysforeverprincess Hop Into Spring challenge! The prompt is bolded below. This was gonna be fluff and then… shit got weird. But I hope you still enjoy! Please send in requests!

You stood in your five-year-old daughter's room, flipping through her clothes until you found a suitable outfit. Your little family had been planning on seeing the Easter bunny at the mall for weeks now but Bucky kept canceling and Becca didn’t want to go without him, claiming she was nervous about it. You understood completely, in the pictures of you and the Easter bunny from your childhood, you look terrified- standing as far away from him as possible, while still being in the frame. Your daughter came bouncing into her room and flopped on her bed.

“What do ya think of this dress bug?” you asked her, holding up the slightly poofy dress with a vintage floral pattern on it.

“Yay!” she exclaimed, giving you a thumbs up.

You returned her gesture before hanging the dress on the back of her closet door and ushering her into the bathroom to give her a quick bath before the two of you got ready. You washed her quickly and brushed out her brown hair that looked almost exactly like Bucky’s and set her up with her favorite TV show on the iPad while you got ready. You styled your hair and started on your makeup when you felt a tap on your leg. You looked down at your blue-eyed daughter and smiled.

“Yes?” you questioned.

“Can I sit with you and watch you put your makeup on?”

You chuckled as you lifted her up onto the counter. Becca crossed her legs and watched intently as you applied your makeup quickly, giving her a kiss on her cheek when you finished your lipstick, causing her to burst out into giggles.

“How are my girls?” Bucky asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway. You had to admit, even after being together for nearly ten years, he still took your breath away. He had on a navy blue suit, his light blue shirt slightly open at the collar.

“Daddy!” Becca squealed, wiggling off the counter and running into her father’s legs, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

You squeezed past them into your room, running into the closet to grab your outfit for the day, a long-sleeved floral dress that stopped below your knees and some white flats.

“Let's get a picture with the Easter bunny!” you cheered, trying to hype up your daughter who was now balanced on Bucky’s hip.

“Yeah… about that…” Bucky started with a grimace.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down, you didn’t want to fight in front of Becca.

“Becca baby? Will you go get mommy’s phone from downstairs? And then wait in the kitchen?”

She smiled at you and Bucky kissed her head before setting her down. You watched her run down the stairs before turning your attention back to Bucky.

“Are you kidding me Bucky?! Again?!” you said, not trying to hide your annoyance.

“It’s work baby! If I don’t go close the Stark deal I’m done for. The proposal is this week. I gotta go!” he defended.

“It’s always work and you always have to go! What am I gonna do here huh? She wants her dad there with her today and you’re just gonna bail on her?!” you said, venom lacing your words.

Bucky just stood there staring at you, seemingly waiting for you to tire yourself out but you were far from done.

“Are you going to say anything? Or are you just gonna stand there? Just be her dad when you decide it’s convenient? It doesn’t fucking work like that James,” you seethed. “I cannot keep living like this. Becca can’t keep living like this. You have got to figure out who you’re gonna be in this Bucky. I’m tired of being a married single-parent. You need to make a choice.”

You pushed past him and went to find Becca. You found her sitting at the kitchen table playing with your phone and heard the front door slam- Bucky had left. You took a deep breath and prepared to put on your best fake smile when Becca spoke up.

“Daddy isn’t coming?”

You could see the tears threatening to fall down her face and you immediately crouched down beside her.

“He’s gotta work bug. But how about this, you wanna call Uncle Steve and see if he’ll come with us?”  

Becca seemed to perk up at the mention of her favorite uncle, not that you would ever tell Sam that Steve was her favorite. You took your phone from her and got ready to dial.

“Do you wanna ask him or should I?”

“I wanna!” Becca replied quickly. You hit the call button and handed the phone over.

“Uncle Steve? It’s Becca!”

You couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation but whatever Steve said made her giggle.

“Will you please come to meet the Easter bunny with me and mommy?”

It didn’t take long for a full smile to spread across her face as she mumbled an ‘okay’ and handed the phone to you.

“He wants to talk to you.”

“Hey Stevie,” you said.

“Why are you making that kid meet the Easter bunny. He’s terrifying,” he said without preamble.

“I dunno. Family memories or some garbage. Will you come with us? She’s nervous and having her Uncle Steve come along might help.”

“Of course I’ll come. You know I’d do anything for that kid, including see the spooky bunny.”

“You are an absolute lifesaver! We’re leaving in a few minutes, I’ll text you the address?”

He agreed and you hung up your phone, quickly texting him where you were heading. You grabbed your purse and strapped Becca into her car seat and set off towards the mall. The two of you sang her favorite songs from The Little Mermaid the entire way, stopping only when your phone interrupted with a text from Steve, letting you know he was in the parking lot. About five minutes later, you pulled into a spot and smiled when you saw Steve getting out of his car two rows over. You hopped out as he jogged over, quickly beating you to the side of the car where Becca was humming to herself in her car seat. Steve quickly opened the door and you heard Becca’s excited squeal when she saw Steve. Steve unbuckled her and picked her up carrying her over to you. You reached out to grab her but she turned away from you and buried her face in Steve’s neck.

“I’ve been betrayed by my own daughter,” you scoffed sarcastically.

“Yeah well, she knows who the fun one is,” Steve replied.

You leaned towards Steve and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. You took a moment to admire how he was dressed, a sweater over his checkered shirt, paired with a black tie and black pants. It suddenly dawned on you that he probably had other plans.

“Oh my God Steve.”

“Oh my God what?” he asked.

“Did you have plans today?! I cannot believe-”

“Woah, slow down,” he said, cutting you off. “I didn’t have plans and even if I did I would drop them for the two of you in a second.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for Steve to lead the way into the mall. He looked over at you briefly while you were distracted on your phone. He meant it when he said he would do anything for you and Becca. He cared for the two of you more than he would ever admit. You were his best friend’s girl but even Steve could see that Bucky hadn’t been as prepared for fatherhood as he thought. So Steve had stepped up, doing everything he could to make sure you and Becca knew that you had someone to turn to if things got too rough.

The three of you quickly found yourself in a line of parents and children, some of whom were crying. Other kids were screaming and a select few were quietly waiting their turn. Steve put Becca down to let her explore and so he could talk to you with some semblance of privacy.

“You know I’m overjoyed to be here,” he said, slight sarcasm coating his words. “But why isn’t Buck here?”

“Work,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

“Work?” Steve questioned. “What work? It’s Sunday. They would have called me too if something had happened.”

Steve and Bucky held nearly identical positions at Sheild, a tech company founded by Nick Fury. They were essentially both second in command.

“I dunno. He said he had to work on the Stark deal for this week.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about Steve? I don’t work there!”

“The Stark deal already closed…” he replied carefully. “I don’t know why he said that. But the deal was done last week, even the drop period ended.”

“So why is he at the office?” you pressed.

“I swear, I have no idea,” Steve defended.

“You would tell me if you knew something right?”

“Of course I would! I don’t know why he would say he’s at the office.”

“Steve… I need you to be honest with me right now,” you started. “Is he cheating on me?”

“I’m always honest. I could never lie to you. That being said, I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything to me but even he knows telling me would be a dumb move.”

You silently looked off to the side, avoiding Steve’s gaze. You had been worried that something was going on with someone else. Bucky had been staying at the office later and more often than usual. You knew Steve wouldn’t lie to you but you also couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that something was wrong.

“Mommy!” Becca yelled, bringing your attention back to her. “Look! Bunnies!”

You followed her finger and sure enough, there were three or four white bunnies in a little pen in the middle of the chaos. Ever the curious kid, Becca started pestering you with questions. She finally landed on one you weren’t ready for.

“Why do they have bunnies here?”

You could clearly see they were meant to be sold, something you already didn’t agree with. But you also didn’t want Becca to know they were available to take home, knowing she would spend the foreseeable future begging you for one.

“They’re um…” you trailed off, searching for an answer that wouldn’t end in you taking home a bunny.

“They’re the Easter Bunny's helpers, Bec,” Steve chimed in.

Becca gave Steve a skeptical look.

“I don’t believe you. Why would the Easter bunny need helpers?”

“Well,” Steve said, crouching down to Becca’s height. “The Easter bunny has to get around just like Santa does right?”

Becca gave him a nod of confirmation, although she still looked skeptical.

“These bunnies are his helpers, like how Santa has elves!”

Becca looked between Steve and the bunnies a few times before nodding and smiling at him.

“How do you know so much stuff?” Becca asked Steve.

“Because I’m a grownup. But no one knows more than your mom.”

“She’s the smartest,” Becca confirmed.

“That’s exactly right,” Steve said with a chuckle.

Before you knew it, it was your turn to sit with the Easter Bunny. He waved at Becca who instantly grabbed Steve’s hand and shuffled closer to him.

“It’s okay Becs! All those other kids did it,” you tried comforting.

“No,” she mumbled, pressing into Steve’s legs. You rubbed her back and looked up at Steve, already accepting defeat.

“Hey Becs,” he said, crouching down to look her in the eye. “Why don’t you go up there with your mom? It’ll probably make you feel better.”

“You too,” Becca whispered.

Steve looked over at you and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, c’mon!” he cheered, picking her up and walking her over to the bunny. You walked over to the seat and smiled at the bunny, still a little uneasy around them. Steve handed you Becca and you perched yourselves on the arm of the chair next to the Easter Bunny and Steve came up behind you, rubbing your arm to calm you down.

The three of you smiled for the picture and it was all over quickly. You picked Becca back up and carried her over to the photo counter to make your purchases. You admired the picture of the three of you, Becca looked adorable and Steve looked handsome as always. You looked like a family- except you weren’t. Your husband was off doing God knows what and you were here with his best friend. It should have felt wrong. But looking at that picture and thinking back on all the times Steve had been there for you and Becca, all the things Bucky had missed out on but Steve had been there for, it felt natural.

“Hey,” Steve said, lightly touching your elbow. “You okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

“Because I mentioned ice cream and you’re not frothing at the mouth,” he said with a chuckle.

“Actually, can you do me a huge favor?” you asked, getting an idea.

“Can you take my car and take Becca to ice cream? I’ll meet the two of you over there in a little bit?”

“What are you gonna do?” Steve questioned worriedly.

“I’m gonna swing by the office real quick. Just check in on Bucky.”

“I’m not sure you wanna do that…” he said.

“I do Steve. I do want to do this. I have to know. I really have to know what’s going on. I can’t just keep wondering!”

“Okay, alright. I’ll take Becs for ice cream. But please be careful,” he warned.

You and Steve walked Becca out to the car, she was so excited about ice cream with Steve that she wasn’t even worried that you weren’t with them. You gave her a kiss on the head and hugged Steve, promising you would be to the ice cream shop soon.

As you drove over to the office building where Bucky worked, you couldn’t help the building feeling of dread that was building in your stomach. When you met Bucky, you thought you had met the man that you would spend the rest of your life with. Now you weren’t so sure. The past few years had been hard, something had shifted between you and Bucky and neither of you knew how to get back on track, not that either of you had really tried talking about it.

Before you knew it and probably before you were ready, you were pulling into the parking lot of the office building. You used the badge Bucky had given you years ago to get into the building without having to buzz up.

You quickly made your way through the office building, walking into the elevator and pushing the button for Bucky’s floor. The doors opened and you quietly stepped out. All the lights were off except for one, the light in Bucky’s office. Maybe he was working after all and just got jumbled with who’s contract he was working on. As you neared the closed door, your stomach dropped. A girlish giggle followed by some low murmurs made your entire body tense. Before you could chicken out, you whipped open his office door.

Bucky was leaning against his desk, wrinkled clothes haphazardly throw on while his secretary, Jill, was standing between his legs with her arms around his waist and her lips on his neck.

“Really Bucky?!” you yelled, causing him to jump and push Jill away. “Your fucking secretary?! Could this be any more cliche right now?!”

“Baby… what are you doing here?” he said, moving towards you.

You took a step back and threw your hands up in surrender.

“Don’t touch me. Keep your goddamn hands off me.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jill gathering her things hastily and preparing to exit.

“Nope, you stay,” you said with a false smile. “You stay Jill. I’m leaving.”

You turned your attention back to Bucky.

“I want you out of the house. I don’t care where you go but you’re not coming home to me.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky said, trying once again to reach out for you.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t be enough for you anymore Bucky. I’m sorry that me and your daughter weren’t enough.”

With that, you turned around and left, closing the door behind you and jogging to the elevator. You made it in and when the doors closed, your tears began to fall. You felt stupid. How could you not have seen this coming? You briefly wondered how long it had been going on but quickly pushed the thought away; none of the answers would make you feel better. You got back into Steve’s car and after confirming that they were still at the ice cream shop, you set off in that direction. The sunlight hit your wedding ring, drawing your attention to it. You glared at it for a moment before pulling it off and throwing it in your purse.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize you were at your destination. You took a deep breath and leaned your head on the steering wheel. You couldn’t think about the disaster that was your marriage right now. You needed to be a mom first. You wiped your eyes and got out of the car, walking into the ice cream shop and searching for Becca and Steve.

“Mommy!” Becca yelled from her spot on Steve’s lap.

You walked over and sat across from them, kissing Becca’s head as you went. Steve watched you carefully. He could tell something was wrong and when he saw your naked ring finger, he knew. Steve reaches out and squeezed your hand that was laying on the table. You gave him a shaky smile and squeezed back. Steve didn’t care if Bucky was his best friend. He would be there for you no matter what came next.

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[fanfictionwarehouse]

The Wolf and the cat

Summary:

Pairing: Geralt x reader, Geralt x Witcher!reader, jaskier x sister!reader

Warnings: terrible battle scene writing....

Make sure to read chapter one AND the prologue to understand, also, so so so so sorry for the late upload! Hopefully it’s not too long or too short. Please reblog or comment if you have any ideas or suggestions, constructive criticism appreciated

Chapter one: https://fanfictionwarehouse.tumblr.com/post/190761085551/the-wolf-and-the-cat

Chapter two: the dragon

Y/n follows Solis to the Inn, which sits right on top of the rundown bar. Drunk patrons stumble out, talking about how the bar is full of rubbish beer and how everyone is an arse. She steps in, her eyes traveling to the witcher and a bard. Something about the bard is familiar. His voice, the harmonic tone and the strumming of the lute. Y/n almost feels lightheaded. It can’t be. It very well could be but a force inside her is scared.

She spots the key laying on the table. Solis already knows what she wants. He flys off her shoulder and sweeps down, grasping the key while the couple was distracted. Y/n herself hides just around the corner as the hawk flys around and drops the key in her hand. She lets out a shaky breath. “Good job, Solis”

She turns around and the witcher is there. “Why are you running” His rough voice echoes. Y/n knows this alley and the only way to run is to pass him. Truth be told, Y/n doesn’t know why she is running. It’s just some deep gut instinct, maybe even insecurity. She always hid who she was outside of here. To the outside world, she was The white lion, the cat, or the alpine tiger.

“Why shouldn’t I” She deflects the question with another. Her words holdings strong, hiding the nervousness underneath. The witcher in front of her groans, clearly annoyed with her defiance.

“If you are who I think you are… Your brother is looking for you” Y/n could feel the color drain from her face. The witcher pulls away, revealing a slim bard with a lute to his side. Solis’ eyes gaze down on her, his bright yellow eyes not unlike hers, blazing with comfort and worry.

“....Jullian” She whispers softly with deep sorrow. She didn’t know why she was running, every nerve in her bound would screaming, like they are now. The other witcher seems to be wary of her, while she is of him.

“Y/N, I thought you were… dead” She feels dread creep in. She wishes she was. She doesn’t have real friends as she did before, sure people are friendly. But someone to confide in? Someone that confides in her? That she lost all those years ago.

“Why… why didn’t you come back?” He asks. How does she say she was scared? Terrified even. She feels as if she was a caterpillar that became a moth. Jullian or Jaskier pulls her into a hug as if reading her mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back,” She says softly pulling away. Jaskier doesn’t respond. Instead her bard brother looks to the other witcher.

“This is Geralt, Geralt this is Y/N” The witcher nods. Y/N looks over to where there are some screams. Nilfgaurd. The other witcher grasps his sword and pulls the bard behind him, Y/N pulls out hers as well. Solis flys off to show the quickest way and she follows the hawk.

There is an army of around 100 men and 10 witches. Solis lands on her shoulder and she gives a tight nod. She’s not letting this village fall on her watch. He flys off and lets out a series of loud screeches, flying in circles. She hopes they hear the signal, she doesn’t call on them at all, this would be the first.

Solis then flys off near the mountains, screeching again before lands back on her shoulder. The other witcher runs in front of her, taking the army head on as they take children from families and slaughter their fathers in front of them.

A loud roar, followed by 2 other carries over the village, causing many to pause. The other witcher and Y/N use this as a chance to fight. Some of the other guards, aware of what the noise is from, fight as well.

The Nilfguard army comes back to their sense as the few dozen guards try to take them on, plus two witchers. Geralt comes to her side when a tall and muscular man three times her weight and size tries to attack her. She is forced to fight the next warrior, a similarly built man but instead two times her size and weight. Solis flys off her shoulder and flys in his face, blinding him with sharp talons as she slices at his stomach.

The roars sound again, but closer. The army ignores the sound and still fights. Y/N hopes they get here in time. Their roars start becomes closer and the space between them sorter. Village guards start dropping from injury, “When I say clear, clear!” She tells the guards.

The witchers start sending balls of fire into buildings. That is until they get here. Large dragons fly over the village, one of them an ice dragon. The ice dragon fires cool ice onto the fire buildings and the fireballs themselves. Huge balls of ice start falling and landing on the ground, some of the frozen fireballs turn to water. “Clear!”

The guards take cover, as for her and Geralt. A red dragon erupts a hot blaze of fire onto the army. They try to scatter but the thrid fire dragon, a black one, sends another blaze down.

The ice dragon, a blue and white dragon with icicle-like spikes and horns takes on the sorcerers. A thick stream of blue-white crystal ice covers the ground in front of them while they try to dodge the attack.

Meanwhile, the fire dragons burn down the army. When the dragons take a break from the constant fire breathing, the guards and the witchers go back to finish off what’s left of the army, which is a quarter of the army. Only about 20-25 soldiers remain and the sorcerers are retreating.

The general, or whoever is leading seems to of disappeared. The soldiers fall into chaos as no orders are given, now just fighting for their lives. The village guards, pull back, letting the soldiers run away and leave the town.

The dragons land in the town square as civilians approach them, thanking the mighty beasts. The three dragons nod in approval and lets young children play ontop of them while their parents yell at them to stop climbing on them.

Y/N walks over to the ice dragon, a new dragon she hasn’t met yet. The red dragon Cialret, he lays next to the ice dragon with his neck wrapped around hers. The black dragon, Sory in front of the blacksmithing house, her tail curled around her.

“Cialret! Is this your mate?” Y/N asks the red dragon smiles with great pride wild in his golden eyes. His golden eyes meet the ice blue eyes of the ice dragon. She holds herself well, like nobility, Cialret holding himself like a king.

“This is Lydu, dragon of the north” He even says her name like shes an anciet goddess risen from the molten earth. Cialret always held himself high, but never this high.

“You seem… different, happy even” Y/N says, feeling another presence behind her. The other witcher leans against a wall, his eyes watching her as a cat would watch fish in a fish tank.

“I migrated far north, there is a kingdom of just dragons over there, she’s their queen” Y/N is shocked. A kingdom of dragons? She heard conspiracy theories about it, what dragons were left fleed somewhere and disappeared. It was merely a joke. “I must get going” He says, Y/N says her goodbyes and the pair fly off, leaving Sory.

“You’re not going with them?” She turns to the black dragon, her white eyes flowing with sadness. Y/N walks across the town center to her, studying her with careful empathy.

“No, I do not belong to any kingdom” Her words are wilted, like a rose trying to grow from dry soil. Her eyes, dull and weak. Y/N goes over to her and rubs her nose like one would a horse. The dragon lowers her head, eyes slowly closing. “I wasn’t allowed to join, a threat to the hierarchy, since Cialret still has feeling for me as I share those feelings, we even have a child together” A small, minature horse-sized dragon comes out. He shared his mother’s black scales while having light amber eyes, the color of the sun.

“Hi… I’m Tero” His small voice shakes, hiding under her tail. Y/N lowers herself to her knees, trying to be eye-level with such an adorable and small creature. He backs away some, crocking his head like a hound.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” She responds in a soft, motherly voice.

“We want to know if we can stay, have protection from the village” The dragon looks to the citizens around her, the crowd all pausing and thinking. They seem to accept her, their whispers of yes’s and of course, anything for all the lives you saved.

“Of course!” The town lord comes through. His soft brow raised. The baby dragon curls up under the mother dragon.

“Did you call them here?” Geralt says behind her. she turns around, her smile fading into a smirk.

“Technically solis- my hawk called them, but yes” She responds softly, the hawk landing on her shoulder like a pirate’s parrot. The other Witcher arches his brow towards the feathered creature.

Y/N lets out a soft sigh, “here, let’s go talk, my house isn’t far from here” she says as her long lost brother approaches. The two nod in agreement and she starts walking to her house, the baby dragon lifting his head up and following.

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Stay Safe Part Seven: Like A Ghost

Fandom: The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

Pairing: Eventual Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

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Part One: Should Have Known Better

Part Two: Tranquil Turmoil

Part Three: Vibroblade Mettle

Part Four: Reaching Out

Part Five: Dark Past

Part Six: Go Alone

He was silent for quite a while and you were loathe to break it, sitting on the edge of the co-pilot seat with the harness secured loosely around you. A force of habit, more than anything.

He appeared to be studying the various star charts, flipping back and forth between two particular ones to select the shortest route to the next destination. You were still uncertain as to why he had requested your presence; your navigational skills were bare-bones compared to his, so that couldn't be it.

"You remember what I said about the button on the comlink?" The Mandalorian asked abruptly, making you straighten up. "That it sticks?"

"Yeah, of course. You told me a few times." You responded, your brow furrowed. "Why, did something happen?"

"That night, you…" he paused, clearing his throat. "After you said good night."

Oh no.

"I thought you were in pain."

No no no.

"At least, that's what I thought a-at first." Even through your panic, you picked up on his voice sounding strange again.

"I-I--" You stuttered, your mind spooling back all the incredibly embarrassing, incriminating things you had said. Maker. "Look, I-"

"Do you do that often?" He questioned bluntly. He hadn't turned to look at you and that, of all things, made you angry.

"Listen, I get it, okay? It's gross, someone like me getting off on thinking about someone like you. Miles worse since you had to hear it, I'm sure." You spat, your embarrassment compounding to a scalding fury. "I wish it hadn't happened, but now that I know it did all I can say is forget-"

The sound of his harness buckle hitting the side of his chair interrupted your heated rant and the next thing you knew he was standing over you, leather gloves creaking from the pressure of his fists clenching. You quailed a little, suddenly unsure of yourself. What if he thought you were dirty, disgusting for fantasizing about him? Oh Maker, what if he was angry? What if he forced you to leave? What if-

The Mandalorian jabbed a finger down to undo your own buckle, his grip unforgiving steel when he tugged you up out of your seat. You stared hard at his chest, willing yourself not to cry.

"I couldn't get your sounds out of my head." He rasped finally. "I was up all night. Couldn't sleep." His hand moved up slowly, like he was in a trance, and he ran his thumb over your lower lip. "Th-Thinking about you spread out on the floor, whimpering for me." He muttered, and you started to realize that he was absolutely not angry. This was...something else. "Begging for…sounded like you were right next to me a-and you're this beautiful...fucking, perfect-" He stopped abruptly, his words choking off in his throat. 

It was restraint. 

Iron restraint was keeping him barely reined-in but he wanted this, the breaths panting out through the modulator a tell-tale sign that he was under duress. He pulled off his right glove and reached out hesitantly, cradling your hand in his bare palm when you didn't move away. 

His fingers were so hot. You could feel them trembling and you wondered what thoughts must be running rampant in his head as you folded your other hand over his own, keeping it there. He inhaled raggedly, his helmet listing to the side. "Maker, I've been--I was…" 

"What?" You whispered, feeling as though you were trying to approach a wild animal.

He appeared to be having trouble articulating. For all his self-assurance, he had never really displayed any sort of awe-inspiring grasp of linguistics. The tradeoff for a creed of people that so often ended up solitary, you reasoned. In a way, it was endearing. 

A soft noise issued from him, almost a groan, almost a sigh, and he lifted his free hand to his chest. His index and middle finger drew a circle and then he rapped his knuckles against the beskar over his heart, steel ringing softly in the silence of the cockpit. "K'oyacyi, stay alive, stay safe." He murmured. "An order, rigid, firm, with heart underneath it."

Oh.

"Do you remember the first time you said that to me?" The Mandalorian pressed on, "You were still scared of me, but you said it anyway. Right before I tangled with Dune. "

You erupted into giggles. "I know, you got covered in needles from those trees."

"Thought I'd never get all of them out of my cape." He was smiling, you could hear it in his voice.

"You sound nice when you smile." 

"I...h-how...thank you." He stammered. 

He stepped back after a moment, gesturing down at the star charts. Destination: Nevarro. The place you had called home for over a cycle. The place where you had once longed to return. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you had been cowering in the hold, begging to be delivered safely to Nevarro.

"I'm...I'm bringing you back. This is where you wanted to go." He said with difficulty. "Once we arrive, I..." He paused, looking down at you. "I don't know what will happen."

"I'm coming with you." You said quickly.

You felt the difference, the shift in his attitude. One moment he had been warm, the next, an impenetrable wall of beskar slid up between you. "No, you're not." 

You wanted to scream at the change, to rail at it until he relented and gave you back that brief taste of what you had been searching for all this time. The man, not the mystery. "How am I supposed to keep you safe if you go places without me?" You reasoned wildly, trying to phrase it like you were joking.

"I don't need you to keep me safe." For all his hatred of droids, he certainly excelled at channeling their impassive demeanor. "I would rather you stayed out of this. It's business between the Guild and myself."

"Then why are Cara and Kuiil here too?" You challenged.

"That's...they're here to…" He shook his head and looked back towards the viewport, obviously frustrated and either unwilling or unable to explain himself.

Your heart sank in grim realization. "You're going to do something."

"I'm always doing someth-"

"You know what I mean!" You interrupted him sharply. "Something that you shouldn't do. I heard the message, most of it anyway."

"It's something that I have to do." He sighed, the sound bone-tired. "Otherwise, they'll just send more hunters after the kid. It's better this way. Better if I go along with the plan."

"B-But-"

He reached for you abruptly, hands gripping your shoulders. "What would you do? Since you've got all the answers?" He growled. "I can't keep running. We've barely made it this far. I won't get steady work without the Guild. If I do this, Karga wipes my record and I can get back to the way things were. The kid shouldn't have to be fucking hunted, running scared all the time!"

You glared up at him, furious because of course there was nothing you could do to change his mind. You didn't have a solution to this problem and he knew it, yet he still wanted to take it out on you! "Don't yell at me, you-!" Angry words seethed in your chest, molten hot like lava. You wanted to rage at him, stars knew you wanted to. But instead, tears welled up in your eyes. "Y-You--!" Maker, why couldn't you just be angry? "You're so stupid!" You sobbed out.

He was silent in the wake of your tumultuous explosion, hesitantly digging his thumbs in to rub comforting circles on your shoulders after several minutes of just standing there like a statue. "I don't know what else to do." He admitted, his voice nothing but a soft whisper. "All I know is what I have to do. You need to understand, the IG and I...I made the choice to hunt the kid first. I turned him in first. I took the payment first."

"You g-gave them the baby?" You snuffled incredulously. "I thought-"

"They offered me an entire camtono of beskar." He replied, his voice dark with shame. Your eyes widened, breath catching in your chest. So much! "Slid me an ingot beforehand to sweeten the pot. It was Purge-smelted, like the one you had. It needed to be brought back to the tribe. Healed. Melted down to sponsor Foundlings." He sounded like he was still trying to convince himself, still trying to justify his actions. "This is the Way." 

"Stars." You breathed. 

"I handed over the kid, got my beskar, and I...I just...I realized that I had…" He was struggling again, settling for a shrug. "So I went and stole him back and then left." He cocked his head to the side, his tone gone wryly fond. "That's when you showed up." 

The individual in gleaming beskar armor gave no sign that they heard you, their rifle barrel trained between your eyes--

Now that you knew what had transpired immediately prior to your arrival, you were even more impressed that he hadn't shot you on sight. "I'm going with you. I don't care." You hiccupped, wiping your eyes. 

"That's the problem. I do." His voice pitched lower with sincerity, fingers digging in slightly. "How many damn times have I put you in danger? Between Sorgan, Toro, the stunt with Ranzar's group? This isn't a life you want, stowaway." He was trying to convince you, you realized, possibly himself as well. 

"I want a life with you." You whispered, your words naked and honest.

The Mandalorian's voice sounded raw even through the modulator. "No, you don't."

His hands left your shoulders and you almost started crying again, only just managing to fend off the impulse through sheer, indomitable spite. You seized his bare hand before he could move away from you and you raised it to your lips.

"Don't," he breathed, his helmet bowed against his shoulder. "You're making this much more difficult than it needs to be."

"I don't believe you." You knew the words were cruel, but you didn't regret them. You stared defiantly up at the impassive man, then you kissed his knuckles. 

And all hell broke loose.

The Mandalorian ripped his hand out of your hold and grabbed a fistful of your tunic, shoving you back against the wall. "You think so?" He seethed through his teeth. "You really--you believe-I--" His body crowded yours, beskar breastplate rising and falling against your chest with every furious breath he took. Your own breathing hitched, legs trembling slightly as you stared him down. "Do you have any idea how hard you're making this for me?!" He finally managed to snarl. Not angry but frustrated, scared.

His pelvis rested against yours, and through his flight suit... "Yeah." You replied, giving him your cheekiest smirk. "Yeah, I'm getting an idea."

"You-" he stopped short, obviously confused before you pointedly rolled your hips. His helm dropped and he sucked in a ragged breath, the hand still fisted in your shirt tugging you hesitantly closer after a moment. "More. Fuck, I just-" His other hand grappled with your belt loops, wrenching your lower half flush to his. "More."

You squirmed in an effort to get comfortable and he snapped his teeth with an audible click!, the noise sending lightning sparks through your body. As he tilted his head back, no doubt in an attempt to regain some composure, the thick column of his throat revealed itself tantalizingly from beneath the layers of beskar and cowling.

"Want to touch you." He said helplessly.

"I'm not going to stop you."

"I know, that's the fucking problem." 

"That seems like the exact opposite of a problem to me." You tucked your face against his shoulder, fingers dragging his cowl out of the way, and you felt his whole body tense as you pressed your mouth to the sensitive skin of his throat.

The Mandalorian made a noise that sounded almost pained, his gloved hand shooting up to thread through your hair. "Maker, you...fuck-" His voice cracked when you bit down gently. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want--"

"What do you want?" You asked softly.

"I--" The armored man surged forward to nudge his knee between your legs, spreading them wider. His fingers fought with your placket for a split-second, and then he had it splayed open. "You." He growled, gracelessly shoving his bare hand into your underwear. He stopped dead, clearly startled by how wet you already were. "Oh, you--you-?"

As if he hadn't had you in his helmet the other night begging him to fuck you. You whimpered, licking and nipping at the skin of his neck to try and encourage him to keep moving. "Come on, don't stop-"

His fingers shakily curved to cup your mound, rapid breathing all but deafening through the modulator. "You're so warm." He sounded dazed, his index finger tracing your slit before his knuckles collided with the slick that had pooled in your panties. "Maker, I just-"

His hand slithered free and you whined at the loss, confused when he quickly clapped his other hand over your eyes. There was a soft chuff of air and then you heard the distinct noise of a tongue hard at work. Your thighs clenched instinctively. Gods, was he tasting you? The low, unmodulated groan that followed only intensified your suspicions and arousal in equal measure.

"So hot." His bare fingers delved back into your drenched pussy, smearing your slick liberally around your clit. He hadn't removed the hand from your eyes yet, warm leather kissing your cheekbones. "You're so wet, I--fuck-" Whatever limited articulation he did possess seemed to have been thrown to the wayside, the Mandalorian resorting to a litany of sighed swears that had your body rocking against his hand. 

The hand that he kept pulling free. You could hear him shoving his helmet up to taste you every time, licking your arousal off of his fingers like he was starving. 

This was all achingly one-sided, despite his original protests. "H-Hey." You said shakily, trying to get his attention, "not that I'm not having legitimately the best time of my life, b-but I'm not doing anything for you-"

"Wrong." He replied breathlessly. "Everything for me."

"I just feel like--I-!" Your voice cracked, then broke embarrassingly high when he hooked his fingers a certain way and ground the heel of his palm up. You grabbed his shoulders, your body caving into his as your legs started to tremble.

"Everything for me." He repeated, feverishly working his thumb in circles around your clit. "Everything, everything-" He nudged your face against his neck, muffling your hungry whimpers and moans with his cowl. "-Perfect-"

Your nails dug into his pauldrons and a satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as you came apart under his touch. 

His hand finally left your eyes, but at that point you were having difficulty opening them anyway. You dimly heard him tearing at his zippers, the lower fly of his flight suit apparently giving him some trouble. He snarled and the feral noise ripped down your back like a searing blade, making you quiver against the wall. 

His gloved hand cupped the back of your neck, tugging your head down until you lazily blinked open your eyes, somnolent and simply luxuriating in the feeling. "Look." He breathed, seeming almost shy.

Oh. Oh, he was huge. 

You were absolutely looking. 

He had his cock in hand, the whole surface shining with a mixture of precome and your own arousal. As you watched, the head of it slowly vanished into his fist, and then emerged even slicker than before. "You're such a tease." You whimpered, loving the way his hips jerked at the sound of your voice. "Are you going to put it into me or do I have to beg?"

"You...you want-?" The Mandalorian sounded absolutely shattered. 

"Please, please fuck me." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing kisses to the bare skin you could find. "Please." Granted, you were unsure of your body's capability to take...all of that, but you were absolutely game to try.

"Stars, you're killing me." He grated out, tugging at your pants so you could kick them off. Strong hands gripped the backs of your thighs and he hoisted you up against his body, shoving his liner shirt to the side in the process. His cock ended up trapped between the slick folds of your pussy and his stomach and you loved the helpless noise he made in his throat.

Your back hit the wall a little higher than before and you wrapped your legs around his hips, wriggling into a slightly more comfortable position. 

"Tell me to stop." He begged, his cock throbbing against your sensitive clit as he shifted his hips. The motions sent tiny little shudders of delight up and down your spine. 

In reply, you rested your forehead on his helmet, staring into the visor. You imagined you caught the faintest glimpse of his eyes, wide and waiting. "You want me to ask nicely?" You crooned, "Please fuck me."

His cock slowly, slowly surged up into you, the blunt press of it robbing you of your breath. The Mandalorian's snarl was music to your ears, "Have t-t--go...slow." And stars he was huge, huge, you were bewildered that you were managing so well on this first push. You thanked the Maker that he had already made you come once, at least he wouldn't have any lubrication issues!

Words appeared to fail him rapidly, the armored man focused solely on burying his cock in you as deeply as he could. You finally felt the fabric of his flight suit against your groin and you growled, your fingers raking hungrily at his back plating. "Fuc-kk--y-you're so big-" You gasped.

His first real thrust ruined you. Your back arched and your mouth fell open of its own accord as the breath left your body, your mind dissolving into static. The Mandalorian pressed his forehead to your own. "S'--okay?" He slurred, clearly concerned but not in the right frame of mind to fully coordinate a sentence.

"Move, oh please, please," You begged, "fuck me open, f-fuck me, fuck me-"

His cock withdrew, and-and--

"M'sorry-" he choked out, cradling the back of your head to keep it from hitting the wall as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. "So--hot, wet, I--"

"Don't stop, please please please-" you sobbed against his neck, your fists clenched into his flight suit. "P-lease, I need it, I need you, gods I need you so much-" The words tumbled from your lips, as brutally honest as you could let yourself be, as he fucked them out of you. "I need you so much, I need you so much--"

I love you so much, I love you so much.

"N-Need…" You felt his body go taut underneath you, the tension making his cock throb at your inner walls. "You--me?" 

"Yes." You keened, your second orgasm building to a crest in your belly.

"So good-" Every impressive inch of him plunged into you and then he stopped, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held still for the barest second. "Safe." His helmet tipped back and he groaned, fumbling his free hand down to stroke your clit and fuck you through your orgasm. "I--want you, p-please--all this skin, f-uck, y-yes you feel so--!" 

He was grunting, straining, snarling out half-nonsense and then you raised one trembling hand to his chest. Two fingers traced a circle on the center of his beskar plate and as his chin tipped down to watch you, you tapped your knuckles over his heart. "Safe." You whispered.

He came in you with a seething moan, his fingers clawing at your hips while you clung tightly to him. 

Heavy breaths rattled his entire body. You weren't much better, your chest heaving against his own. The Mandalorian groaned deep in his throat, dragging at the hem of your tunic. "What's wrong?" You asked breathlessly.

He didn't answer, just continued to haul the tunic up and over your head. He then rutted his hips up, punching a pitiful little whine out of you. How was he still hard?!

"More." He begged. 

…

The Mandalorian's head tipped back and he swore, the noise gravelly. 

You sprawled comfortably between his legs, naked as the day you were born and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. You had been there for an extended period of time, though you didn't particularly care. The pace you had set was languid, unhurried, and he seemed perfectly happy to just sit in his pilot chair with his cock resting on your tongue.

The urgency that he displayed earlier hadn't faded at all despite that, both of his now-ungloved hands hungrily stroking over your jaw, your shoulders, the back of your neck. 

"If I don't--don't-" He gasped out suddenly. "I want you to know, I-"

You pulled off of his cock and he grunted, shuddering. "You can just blow off steam, you know. Not everything has to have an important reason." You informed him, your nails scratching lightly at the flight suit that still covered his thighs. You ducked back down to kiss and lick at his balls, and you heard him choke when your tongue soothed over the sensitive skin. 

His abdomen spasmed underneath the thin liner shirt, muscles twitching and jumping the longer you lavished his balls with attention. "W-hy--I don't-I don't--" He stuttered, rushing to wrap his fist around the base of his cock to hold his orgasm back again. This would mark the fourth time since you had settled between his legs, but you were hardly complaining. "Oh, fuck, f--uck-" 

"Don't you want to come?" You asked curiously, licking a wet stripe up the side of his cock and fingers. 

His helmet slammed back against the headrest hard enough to make you wince. "W-Want--hngh-I don't want this t-to...don't want it to end. Feel so good-!" 

His voice broke when you grazed your fingernails softly over his balls. Despite him coming in you earlier, he seemed to have more than enough to spare. You wondered with a lewd thrill just how much he might come if he was toyed with long enough. 

"Used t' think about--about this. A-About. You." He confessed guiltily. "Fuck my fist, wishing it was your...c--unt, fuck-" 

"Yeah? Did you get off on me?" You asked teasingly. "Did you wish you were fucking me?"

"I d-didn't mean to-" he moaned, the noise almost a whimper. "I just...you were...g-good to me, n' sometimes I would--I would--" He spread his legs a little wider and shoved his liner shirt up, exposing the planes of his abdomen to you in a languid show. He then slid a single finger down the side of his cock, smearing the precome that had seeped forth once you removed your mouth. "Fuck my fist, just--j-just wishing that I could…" He choked off his train of thought when you leaned up and licked at the skin he had revealed. "Oh, oh, fuck-"

"I'll suck you off for as long as you want, and you can fuck me for as long as you want." You breathed. 

"N-No, no, have to do something for you t-too." The Mandalorian protested, his hands grasping at your shoulders. "I can't just t-ake-"

"You want to do something for me?"

"Anything. Wh-Whatever you want."

"Kiss me?" You whispered.

His entire body went still. "I…" 

"You can cover my eyes, but I promise I won't peek. It doesn't even have to be on the mouth, if you don't want to! I just…" You fidgeted and glanced down, feeling weirdly shy all of a sudden. "I just wanted to know, I-I guess."

"Sit up here." He ordered as he patted his thighs, his voice breathless. "Sit." You obliged, straddling him as best as you could with his legs spread so far apart. You ended up with your mound pressed to his stomach, your pussy grinding against his cock with every shaky breath he took. "I'm going to cover your eyes now." Why was he whispering? He raised his hand, tenderly cupping your cheek before he smoothed it down over your eyes.

"I can't take it off for you, right?" You asked. "That's not allowed?"

He murmured, "has to be me." Blind to everything and anything except the overwhelming presence that was him, you closed your eyes behind his palm and waited patiently. 

There was the soft chuff of air that you had heard over and over earlier when he was...enjoying you. Then, the quiet slide of his skin against the inner padding. 

"Oh-! Dammit." He swore a split-second before there was a loud clatter on the floor. You burst out laughing. "Rude, stowaway. Shouldn't kick a man when he's down." Even through his protests, you could tell he was smiling. "Lost my grip on it."

You raised your hands, blindly feeling along his arms until you reached his shoulders. He still had his pauldrons on, the beskar smooth under your touch. You walked your fingers up the sides of his neck, surprised when you felt thick hair grazing your knuckles at the nape of his neck. "Okay, so maybe you do have hair." You allowed, lacing your fingers through it and tugging gently.

"Were you still--Maker, you're impossible." He huffed, leaning forward. His stubble brushed your ear and you flinched, squealing a little when he tongued over the ticklish skin. "Got you." He exhaled and suddenly it wasn't ticklish anymore. Straight teeth worried the sensitive shell of your ear and you whimpered, unable to keep from twitching at the feeling. "Mm, what's the matter?" The Mandalorian murmured playfully. "You said I didn't have to kiss you on the mouth." 

"Yeah, b-but--" You cut yourself off, your fingernails digging into the nape of his neck when he plunged his hot, wet tongue into your ear before mouthing all around the edge. For some reason the sensation had you wound tight, a new wave of slick rising in your core. "Ah-!"

He brought his free hand down to your pussy, carefully spreading your folds with his fingers. "What's the matter?" He crooned in your ear again, tapping his thumb lightly down onto your clit. He then nipped at your earlobe, tongue laving over the skin. "Was there something else you needed? You're dripping the come I pumped into you all over my beskar." He whispered. "Could keep you splayed open like this for hours, just so I could watch your insides twitch and clench down on nothing while you're waiting for more." 

"Y-You-" You wished your voice didn't sound so breathy. You couldn't decide which you preferred: his wild stammering when he was out of control, or his unflinchingly honest speech when he could manage himself accordingly. "You're not f-fair--"

"Mm, odds are usually not in my favor." He agreed. He wrapped his soaked fingers around his cock, giving himself a lazy stroke and then rubbing the head against your clit. "You're so fucking...warm," he grunted, his thighs shifting restlessly underneath you. "I want to put my cock back into you. Will you let me fuck you again?" He asked, not giving you enough time to answer before indignantly replying, "What, no? Damn, you drive a hard bargain. What if I offered to...kiss you on the mouth? Would you let me put my cock in you then?" 

You found yourself laughing at his teasing, butting your forehead against his own even though his palm was still over your eyes. "You're so dumb." You snickered. "How was I ever scared of you?"

"Because I'm strong and fast." He replied bluntly. "The armor helps."

"Your modesty is your finest quality." You snarked, a soft whimper fighting its way free when he rocked the head of his cock against your entrance again.

"Hmm, I don't remember you begging for my modesty the other night." He taunted you in reply. "If I recall correctly, you got a little...possessive. 'Your Mandalorian', was it?"

You swore under your breath. You got the feeling you would never, ever live that moment of weakness down. But seeing as it had led to this, you could probably endure his lighthearted jabs. "Well, yes. I did say that." You admitted. "Did it make you uncomfortable?"

"Fuck no." His teeth grazed your ear again and you shivered before you could stop yourself. "It was...it was nice to hear you all strung out, fucking yourself to the idea of me." You could feel the curve of his lips, could hear the bastard smiling. "The speaker is right in my ear, so it was like having you next to me." His unmodulated voice was like warm honey, husky, rich and golden. You had never thought that a voice could be so enthralling. "You're moving your hips again, stowaway." His fingers returned to your pussy, spreading you wide once more. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy doing that, if only to make you squirm. "Something you want?"

You reached down and took hold of his cock, smiling at the way his breathing hitched. "This." You splayed a palm on his chest, feeling the thunder of his heartbeat there. "All of this." Your fingers rose from his chest to his mouth, where you brushed your thumb over his lower lip. "And this."

"Yours already. All of it." He sighed, the noise turning into a growl when you angled your hips and eased the head of his cock into your cunt. "All of it. Every inch, every...s-stupid thing out of my mouth, everything." 

"I like most of the things that come out of your mouth." You assured him, bracing yourself on his thighs and slowly, slowly lowering your pussy all the way down on his cock. Your pelvis slotted against his with a wet noise and you could feel your arousal trickle out around his cock and down your thighs.

"Hah, you...y-you…" You felt his hand squeeze your face momentarily, and then his mouth collided with your own. You whined and he snarled, that hot tongue seeking your own out after a split-second. He licked into your mouth hungrily like he was starving for a taste of you, only backing off to gasp, "Y-You're so wet-"

You bit down on his lower lip, sucking it into your mouth so you could harass it with your teeth and tongue. The Mandalorian made a strangled noise in his throat as your tongue flicked back and forth over the sensitive flesh before you released him again. 

"Can't even th-think straight right now." He admitted, sliding his free hand beneath you to support your back. "Maker, between your fucking mouth and your c--cunt, it's a miracle I'm still--" His words jerked to a halt and you heard him swallow audibly. "Oh. Oh." He gritted out.

You rocked your hips back and forth a little faster, knowing that he could handle a rougher pace. He curved inside you deliciously, the length of him only marginally easier to manage with you in control.

"Wait, wait wait, I'm--fuck, wait, I-" 

"What's the matter?" You asked breathlessly. "Too much for you?" You felt his hand grapple fiercely at the small of your back, grinding your pussy down onto his cock. He started rambling in Mando'a, the words ragged as you continued your merciless attack without quarter. This was one fight you were determined to not let him win. 

"Cyar'ika," he moaned, his mouth finding your own. "I'm-I'm--f-uck, fuck fuck, I'll fucking--I'll f-ucking split y--split this sweet little c-cunt--" His whole body went taut beneath you, ramming his cock up to meet you over and over. "You take me so...s-so fucking good, so good, so good t' me--" The wet sounds, the heat of his body against your own in his frenzied fucking and the way that his voice cracked combined to be the thing that finally tipped the two of over the edge. As you felt him start to let go, you took one of your hands and fisted it in the thick hair at the nape of his neck, directing him to look down at where your bodies joined.

"I want you t-to watch. Without the helmet." You panted, feeling more than hearing his raspy groan in reply. "So you can remember."

"I'm not going to f--orget, fuck, fuck, like I could e-ever for-g-get this--" The words stumbled out of his mouth, tangled in a dazed little knot, "--ever forget you." His body shuddered and he finally ground to a halt, dragging you against his chest and burying his face in your shoulder as he came with a hoarse shout. 

You circled your hips on his still-twitching cock, your own orgasm close behind from how hard he had been pounding up into you. His voice sounded destroyed when he cried out, and you couldn't determine whether he was begging for mercy or more. His free hand fumbled between the two of you to tease one of your nipples; you could do nothing to help the pitiful noise you made when he pinched and tugged at the sensitive bud. 

"Come for me. C-Come for me. Come for me." Whether a plea or an order, it was unavoidable. You came for him, the intensity making your skin prickle and your eyes open wide behind his hand. "Yes..." He drew the word out alongside your keening moan of completion, long and slow, praising you in that husky, now almost reverent tone. 

You collapsed into him and you felt his mouth curve against your neck, stubbled smile teasing the skin while you fought to regain your breath. His arm reached for something on the floor, and you heard the slide of his helmet after a moment. Then, he removed his palm from your eyes. 

The Mandalorian grunted softly and there was a delicate crackling noise beside your ear. "Fuck, that's a cramp." He grimaced, making you huff out a laugh. "Ow, ow. My wrist is...not pleased."

"Mm, should have just taken the chance." You mused, your eyes still closed. 

"Chancy enough, getting this naked." He flicked over your nipple, chuckling softly when you whined. "Gods, you are perfect." He murmured. "I'll miss this."

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You sat up slowly, staring at his visor. "Why? Wh-Where-?"

"I don't know how sideways all of this will go." He replied simply. "I have a gut feeling."

Your hands fisted in his liner shirt. "So don't go, then."

"You know it's not that simple. If I don't, they'll keep hunting the kid."

"We can hide!" You suggested wildly. "Stay in the Outer Rim, hunker down on Dathomir or Felucia-"

"Until what?" His pragmatism cut you to the quick. "Until the Crest falls apart and we end up stranded in some asteroid field?" You fell silent, your fingers kneading at his chest in a silent plea, don't go. "I'm not doing this. I'm not going to drag you along this time. Whether you agree or not, I'm not involving you."

It felt like he had just stolen all the air out of your body, tears welling up in your eyes as those traitorous arms wrapped around you. His palms were large and warm, rubbing firm circles into the abruptly-cold skin of your back. You were suddenly awash with shame, and you pulled away from his comforting embrace. He made a noise, almost a protest, but you shook it off and struggled to stand. 

"Easy, hang on to me. You'll fall over." He offered, his hand already out for you to grab. You ignored it in favor of jerking your panties back up your legs, nearly toppling with the effort. "Hey, you-"

"Don't touch me." You breathed, seconds from bursting into tears. "Just...just don't." You felt disgusting, sore, your body aching and tender from the overstimulation it had just received. 

A soft, "oh," was all he gave in reply. His voice sounded defeated and more than anything you wanted to fling yourself back at him, to beg forgiveness and also kill him because how could he do this to you? How could he give everything to you and then take it all away in an instant?

You refused to look at him while you continued to dress yourself, certain that your incredibly fragile resolve would give out if you saw him tilting his head or any of the other little things he did that had wormed their way into your heart. But you were also seized with the fierce desire to wound him like he had wounded you. 

And so, as you turned to climb down the ladder you tossed out a flippant, haughty, "This is the Way, right?" 

You heard him inhale raggedly. "I--wait, please, just-"

You didn't stay to let him finish, continuing down the ladder.

…

This was technically your own fault, you reminded yourself for the hundredth time. Technically. You could have let him leave the cockpit, but no, you had to grab his hand! Really, you had no one to blame but yourself.

That didn't stop you from feeling like a gross, terrible person, of course, but at least you knew why. You felt stupid for thinking that you could convince him of anything other than what he had already decided upon. 

Cara seemed to sense that something was wrong the following morning and she went out of her way to goad the Mandalorian into an arm wrestling match once the Crest departed Arvala-7. It was a bit cramped in the hold, what with the blurrgs and all, so you were a spectator whether you wanted to be or not.

The two of them posted up on top of a crate, their elbows firmly planted after they set their wagers. They slapped hands once and the child's ears perked up curiously. 

The former trooper and the bounty hunter locked into their holds as you looked on, a bit invested now. Carasynthia somehow managed to keep the armored man at bay, unless the Mandalorian was going easy on her. Of course, she had been a dropper. Lugging pounds and pounds of gear and artillery must have built strong arms. 

"I got you, Mando." She grinned.

"Care to double the bet?" The beskar-wearing man shot back, and you hated that you could tell he was smiling.

The baby looked back and forth between the two grunting adults, and their tiny hand reached out towards Cara. "Looks like the kid is calling dibs on the next round." You commented, chuckling a little. But when you looked up, you saw Cara releasing the Mandalorian's hand to frantically claw at her own throat.

The Mandalorian was only still for a split-second before he bolted upright, lunging to haul the child out of their bassinet. "Stop it!" He berated them sharply. "We're friends, we're friends! Cara is my friend!" 

"Hey!" You moved to take the child but the Mandalorian quickly shifted, maneuvering himself between the two of you. "What are you doing? Stop yelling at them!" You protested, yanking on his arm.

"How very curious." Kuiil murmured, rising to his feet and moving to examine the child. The kid was just laying there, limp in the Mandalorian's grasp. Like they knew they had done something wrong. 

"I mean, that's one word for it." Cara coughed. "What the hell was that?"

"What it is, I'm not certain. But that story you told me of the mudhorn is making a lot more sense." The Ugnaught mused to the Mandalorian. 

"Psh, you would need the kid to help you cheat." Dune tried to joke, her voice rasping a little. "You that scared of losing, Mando?"

"What story? What mudhorn? What even just happened?" You demanded. 

"The kid did this...thing once before. I can't really explain it." The Mandalorian answered you curtly. "He just moved his hand and a fucking full-grown mudhorn was three feet off the ground." 

"...excuse me, what?" You questioned weakly.

"He also went into a coma sleep afterwards, guess he wore himself out." The Mandalorian shrugged, the kid peering over the side of his arm guiltily. "Maybe...maybe he thought Dune was a threat or something. Thought we were fighting for real." 

"You little nugget, you really thought I was screwing with your dad?" Cara asked incredulously, reaching out and rubbing over one of the child's ears. "I tangled with your pops once, remember? He almost died." 

"Not how I recall it." The Mandalorian growled, his pride clearly pinched. "We were at a stalemate if anything."

The child whimpered, holding their arms out to you. Despite now being privy to the incredibly frightening knowledge that oh, they can move things with their mind, they can choke a full-grown human out, you could still feel yourself softening. The eyes got you every time.

The Mandalorian, who had been watching you warily, muttered, "you don't have to if you don't--"

"Stop." You interrupted him sharply. "They're not a bomb." He fell silent, passing you the kid without further debate. They settled into your arms, staring up at you while you rocked back and forth. You began to hum their lullaby softly, hoping to get them to sleep at some point during this flight. 

"I need your help." You glanced up, disappointment searing in your chest when you realized the Mandalorian was addressing Kuiil. You then proceeded to berate yourself for the hope you had in the first place. 

He had made his choice and, in doing so, he had made your choice as well. There was nothing you could do to change his mind. Obviously. The best you could do was return to your mundane existence on Nevarro. Maybe once you were there you could hitch a ride on another freighter, leave the whole planet in the dust and get on with your life.

…

You tucked the baby in for what you knew was the last time, stroking your fingers over their little head. 

The Razor Crest sat silent amongst the lava rivers, all illumination and non-essential mechanics off so as not to arouse suspicion or garner unwanted attention. To the best of your knowledge, everyone aside from you was already asleep. The blurrgs had been offloaded and secured outside; you could still hear them shuffling about as they chewed their cud. 

The Mandalorian's rendezvous with his contact wasn't until tomorrow, but you didn't exactly feel like trying to explain your departure to everyone in the crisp gray light of a Nevarro morning.

It was better this way. It always was.

You picked up the small pack you had stowed in the bunk, as well as your toolbelt. After one final look at the child, you slowly felt your way towards the door. The lights in the hold were disabled, so all you had to navigate by was the faint orange glow from the distant lava.

You froze when you saw him standing next to the loading ramp, his shoulders rigid and arms crossed over his chest. The void of his visor bored into you, and you found yourself wondering what he was thinking.

After a moment of the two of you standing there in silence, he sighed and tapped a few of the keys on his gauntlet. The loading ramp began to slowly open, segmented plates extending with a hiss of hydraulics. You shifted your weight nervously and opened your mouth but he held up a hand, stopping you before you could even start.

He simply gestured at the ramp, all that beskar for once not making a sound. 

You crept forward, wary of him for the first time in a long time. Before you managed to get past him though, he tilted his head. Two fingers pressed against his breastplate, drawing a circle. Then, he tapped his knuckles in the center. 

Stay safe.

You wanted to scream.

"Yeah." You managed to choke out instead. Your hand moved of its own accord, running down your leg to your boot where you tugged the vibroblade free and held it out. "Won't need this anymore."

That stupid visor felt like it was staring into your soul. He took the knife back after a moment. He was blatantly, obviously careful not to actually touch your skin, using his index and thumb to gingerly pinch down on the handle. 

You gave him an awkward nod and continued out onto the ramp, your boots hitting the obsidian ground with a thud. 

You didn't turn around, no matter how much you wanted to.

Part Eight

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can i request something for your drabble event? “He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.” maybe combined with “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” for javi, pretty please 💗 sending you many hugs and kisses!!!! hope you're doing okay sweetie!

character; javier peña

prompt; “he’s so pretty i think i’m gonna faint.” + “is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

warnings; a lil bit of sexual content 😉 and some alcohol

a/n; it’s a tad longer than usual so there’s much more under the (hopefully functioning) cut

You sit on the edges of the room with your best friend and coworker, Joyce. You’re absentmindedly sipping on a mug full of rum and coke that had been poured for you an hour ago as she chatters on about all the people in the room. 

It’s Nancy Phillip’s last week in the Public Affairs office, about to retire and move back to the States with her husband. She’s been here longer than anyone else and seems to know everyone. You don’t know her that well, but you’re in the same office room as her every day, so it would be a little bit embarrassing to not show up. 

“Okay, so that woman over there, Chloe?” Joyce says. “She’s in charge of Exchanges and Programs or something, and apparently she was placed in a family embassy house instead of a single apartment, which kept the Chambers family from—holy shit, is that Javier Peña?”

You follow her line of sight, seeing Javier walking through the doors to the party. 

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint,” Joyce groans. “I had no idea the DEA would show up. They’re always so lofty. But Javier? God, he’s so hot. I can’t fucking handle it.”

“He’s alright,” you say. Alright’s an understatement. But you’re not going to admit to Joyce that you thought he was attractive. 

For the past year, Javier had been flirting with you in the hallways. It was fun, and it made you feel sexy. You didn’t see anything wrong with it, even flirting back sometimes. The first time it went a little too far, a little too suggestive, he caught you in the parking lot and asked if you wanted him to stop. You told him no, and then didn’t talk to him for a week, terrified that your admission had revealed too much of how you thought about him. The flirting resumed afterward like nothing had changed.

It was almost a month ago, but you and Javi were the last people in the office for the night. Javier was leaving his part of the floor and walked past the Public Affairs office. That night you wound up bent over a table in a conference room, doors locked, as he railed you from behind. The best sex you had ever had. And the next morning you both acted like it hadn’t happened. Until it happened again, a week later. The third time was out in the bathroom of a bar, drunk. The fourth was a day later in his apartment. 

It was never acknowledged publicly. It was just sex. Both of you there for the other when you needed it and when no one was watching. A relationship that didn’t exist in the minds of a single other soul. 

“I wonder why he’s even here,” Joyce says. “Probably the free alcohol. From what I hear, he doesn’t do parties.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you say. Nancy has been making her rounds with the guests and you can see her getting closer. You don’t really want to talk to her. Pretend you’re sad about her departure. By your calculations, if you stay another fifteen minutes, you’ll have finished your drink, stayed long enough to be appropriate, and just barely escaped a conversation with Nancy. 

“Don’t look now,” Joyce whispers, still stuck on the idea of Javier. “But he’s looking at you. Pretty intently.”

You immediately look up, against your better judgment. And Javier is, in fact, staring at you, through the crowd. And not just staring, he’s walking towards you. Why?

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Joyce says, shuffling around to adjust her skirt. “He’s coming this way, please, do I look okay? If I say the right things, do you think he’ll ask me out?”

Do you think Javier would ask Joyce out? You glance back up at him and feel your face heat up with the memories of the last time he gave you a look like he’s doing right now, mischievous and excited. “I don’t think he’s the type, Joyce.”

“Ugh, you’re ruining it. At least let me think I have a chance,” she says. 

You laugh, trying to mask the fear that’s building up in your stomach. Nothing good could come out of speaking to him now. “You look… good.”

She seems soothed by your words, and you glance back up to search for Javier amongst the people. And he’s standing just feet away from you.

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” he asks you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing you could be swallowed into the floor. “No, just, you know—I’m not blushing.”

“It looks a bit like it.”

“You’re Javier Peña, right?” Joyce says, and you hope she can keep the conversation away for as long as possible. Hope she didn’t think any further of your brief exchange. “I’m Joyce Gould.”

“Nice to meet you, Joyce.” He smiles. His voice is thick with the charm he uses on just about everyone. “I was coming over to ask Y/N about something, work-related. About a, uh, a press release.”

“Yeah?” you say, and searching his eyes you see the hidden meaning of his words, the recognition clicking into place with the slight lift of the corner of his mouth. 

“Oh come on,” Joyce groans. “Tonight’s about celebrating, not work. Save it for tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, Joyce. I was planning on going home in a few minutes anyway. We’ll just talk and then I’ll be leaving. See you tomorrow?” Javier’s waiting patiently and your body seems to instinctively shift towards him in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“Ugh, you’re so boring,” she says. “But that means more booze for me, can I have the rest of yours?”

You hand her your mug and then wish her goodbye, slipping out of the room behind Javier. He leads you just across the hall and into the DEA offices. As soon as the door clicks closed behind you, your whirl around to face him, about to question everything.

“Shhh,” he says, placing a finger on your lips. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

The finger trails its way down your chin and neck before pushing down the neckline of your shirt. 

“We wouldn’t have to be quiet if we left now. If we went back to yours,” you whisper. The warmth of his finger resting just above your breast is enough to cause the arousal to heat up, your core already tightening. 

“What’s the fun in that?”

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slow punishment

today I give  you slow punishment  a nice  Mitsuhide smut piece this sooo NSFW and 18 or over content it also has soft doming undertones so if that is not your cup of tea then don't read  this is my first run at  doing a piece like this I do hope you in joy and  also thank you to the ladies in IKesen FB chant room i’m in you all kind twisted my arm in to this story

Soft silent footsteps moved over wooden panel walkways. It was a wonder how even with his brisk strides Mitsuhide was able to make no sound at all as he moved along. He emerged from the outer hallway to the back walks that lead to his manner and overlooked his expensive and vast inner courtyard garden.

Amber eyes caught hold of her sitting in his garden on a wooden bench. A stretch of silk in one hand and needle and thread in the other. He took a long sharp ragged breath only he could hear, his eyes danced over her drinking in the sheer sight of her.

She was dressed in a lovely rich dark purple kimono.  It was hand painted with a plum blossom design in colors that completed the hue and shade of purple. Just the tiny tiniest bit peeked out from her Uchikake jacket as she worked on a swatch of silk.

Mitsuhide bit his bottom lip as thoughts of the princess ran wild throw this mind. He had not forgotten about that encounter.

 What was it now three months past from that night? A night he still had not forgotten in that span of time, no matter how hard he and tried to forget it.

Just with that thought alone his passion and desire for her spring to life. It shot right to throw him to his very core, like a bolt of lighting in a violent storm.

How could he have even though he could look at her and not think about that night? It was the seven hells themselves every time he laid eyes on her. Even now all he wanted to do was go to her, take her by the hand without a word and drag her off to his room and relive that night.

Thank the gods it was a cold crisps day that hand seen a light dusting of snow that morning. The chill in the air was enough to keep his temperature from rising with lustful thoughts but other things not so much.

Softly he cursed himself and his prick for betraying him and his feelings for the princess. He had up in tell this day been able to keep his distances from her,  relying on his trusted household staff to chases her out of his garden, which by now hand becomes a daily occurrence over the chorus of the last three months.

The princess every so lightly felt his eyes on her. she knew he was there at her back and to the left just a little. Ever so coyly she turned her head and looked from the corner of her eye and saw him.

She never missed a stitch as she worked on the swath of silk. Over the last three months, she had learned how to be subtle and coy wan watching Mitsuhide. She bet even now he had not yet picked up on her watching him or the fact she knew he was there.

She hand let her eye Leininger just a second too long in her sly glance at him. That's what drew his attention to her more, she knew he was there and he now knew she had been watching him.

Mitsuhide broke in that realization that she had been in fact watching him. Without thinking it through fully his feet were propelling forward to her. And by the time he approached her he knew what he would ask her. A hurried breath than a question.   

“Why do you insist on not listening to my staff princess “ came his snake-like purr at her left ear.

“Every day for the last three months you have been told this garden is off limits to you “  he went on as his face slithering into her view with every word he spoke.

She had a sly smile on her lips that would rival the one he was so fond of waring

“Because I find it peaceful here “  was all the words she offered her face a blank slate.

but her eyes oh her eyes were traitors to her and he knew how to read them so well now. He tucked  what her eyes had told him into his mind and planned on using, that  is if  this encounter would so happen to go that fair    

His sly smile twisted into that dazzling smirk of malice as she spoke.

“So you keep trespassing just for that, “  he asked before going on “ you know I could jail you for that “  there was that making taunt to his tone.

Without missing a beat she quipped back at him “then do it Mitsuhide” there was only a beat of his heart before she went on “if you wish to lock me up then do so “.

Her eyes looked up to his face meeting his amber hues. She was challenging him to follow through with his testing taunt of jailing her. Yet he saw mixed in her eyes a lustful wanting desire.

That look in her eyes was threatening to full undo his resolve and this angered him. His left hand snaked out to cup her cheek and pull her face closer to his. Her cheek was cold as ice while his hand was as warm as fire in comparison. Or at least that how it felt to him.  

He leaned down to peer into her eyes in his most menacing manner.

“Be careful what you wish for Princess “ came husky words filed with malice.

“How would you know what I wish for “ she spat out at him.

That deceivingly coy smile on her lips growing wider and further chipping more chunks out of his resolve

In a velvety purr just at her lips, he stated “I can see it in your eyes “

The hand on her cheek split to the back of her head. His fingers trailed over her jaw as they slithered along before curling there the way into her  hair at the nape of her neck. With a firm yank, he pulled her head back and claimed her lips.

Whatever she was going to say died as soon as his lips took hers in a hungry commanding kiss. Ahww and she except that kiss her lips parting ever so slightly  Her breath hitch and it was like magic to him as he forcefully kissed her. His tongue snaked its way into her mouth coxing hers to join him in an erotic twisting dance.  

He drank from her full lips in tell he had to brake for air. Both him and she were panting for breath when Mitsuhide looks down at her. The prince's eyes were smothering with desire and need for him. Oh, this frayed that last thread that was holding him to gather. Without a word, he pulled her to her feet his hand in her hair the only guide for her.

“I'm placing you under arrest Princess “ he croaked out his voice thick and husky

By the time his words registered in her brain Mitsuhide was furiously pulling her along down the outer corridor. For what might be the first time in a long time his footfalls raining out his every step. A maid looked out from the section of his manner set aside for his office and private bedchamber. Without haste, Mitsuhide barked out to her orders that all staff and guard were to clear the space around his private room and office as if he was questing a prisoner.

The pore maid was wide-eyed with shock at who Mitsuhide hand in toe with him. Yet she still gave a bow of her head and complied with orders. She rushed the house staff outright as he pushed the princess into the room. The maid knew what was to come next to the soft blush on her cheeks said as much.

“ close the  Door on your way out “ he demanded of the maid, who once more did what was asked without a word or complaint.  just a bit of color to her cheeks as she closed

the door.

The princess looked up at him a disheveled messed on his floor. Her Uchikake jacket sprawled open to reveal her Kimono. The bun that adorned her head starting to topple down some of the pins holding it in place scattered on the floor around her. Oh but her eyes, her eyes were burning with that dark forbidden lust he knew she had.

“Take off your Uchikake “ he commanded

“No” she spat back at him her chin raising in an all to defiant manner.

His pulse quickened with her defiance and all too soon he was moving to her.

He grabbed her hard his hands ripping the Uchikake from her form. He threw the garment to a corner of the room before lacing his fingers back in her hair.

He jerked her head up, all but one lone hairpin feel free of her hair and that bunn toppled down. Her lush thick hair tumbling down her back to her waist. Like a cascade of the jet black night, it swallowed up his hand and his arm right up to that crook of the elbow he relished in forcing her to look up at him as he spoke.

”When I tell you to do something do it Princess “  he growled demand at her

Her lips drew to gather and puckered in a hottie defiant manner. She was looking more sultry and needy now. Her soft blue eyes where a light with the flame of desire, the cloudy storms of lust and passion that washed like a wave throw her cerulean blues a light a long-dormant fire with him.

“Defy me and find out just how cruel I can be “  he dared her no,  no he pushed her to be more defiant and willful just for the sheer thrill of it.  

Mitsuhide other hand reached out and traced the curve of her full ample chest through her Kimono. His roaming hand and fingers lazily working there way up to trace along what was exposed of her collarbone. This act gland him a soft almost quite hitching of her breath.

His eyes burned with his smoldering desire for her as he watched her react to his touch. He crept his hand painstakingly slow to slip into the folds of her kimono.

“ last time tell me, Princess, why is it you come to my garden every day “  came the long drawn out words each one spoken with the creeping of his hand.

An admiringly thoughtful look graced the fine features of his face as he waited for her response. His smoking  Amber eyes never leaving her as he drank in how her body reacted to his touch and words.  

 The words that came were breathy and nothing more than a hushed whisper

“I already told you Mitsuhide “ her breath caught in her throat and she stifled a moan as

Mitsuhide’s hand wandered down under her kimono to expose her left breast.  which he let his palm glide over with a touch that was feather light on her little perky nipple.  He watches her face contort in bliss at the ever so light touch of palm.

“And I know you're lying “  his hand in her hair griped just a bit harder as he tugged on the raven locks, forcing her neck to arch at a delightful angle.

He painfully removed his hand from her round full breast. Hot glowing amber eyes watch her face as he did this and that lustful malicious smile came dancing across his lips.

“Fuck you Mitsuhide “ she spat out as her right hand came up and slapped him hard on his left cheek.

“I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear “ came the last of her words as her hand slipped from his cheek

It was a wicked dark chuckle that bubbled up from him. His eyes were averted from her face now she had slapped him that hard. The sound of the slap still ring in his ears and he had a light copper taste in his mouth. And HO by the gods this was hell for him. he wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. But now he was going to take his time with her, make her pay for reminding him of what she looked like in the throws of his commanding lustful passion every damn day for the last 3 months.

He leaned in by her left ear and hissed in a deep yet husky  alluring way

“Oh for shame Princess. I thought you would tell me once more  how you feel about me “

His breath was a hot wave as it washed over her ear and neck and this drew a shiver from her. Her back arched shamefully letting him know he had just further aroused her.

It was a half gasp of words that came from her luscious full lips “Don’t  toy with me or my feeling’s   Mitsuhide”

the last of her words broke in a tremble of voice her lips quivering. Tears formed and threatened to spill from her eyes.  

At that moment right there Mitsuhide damned himself all over again. He knew he had pushed his game of teasing and taunting her too far. He dips his showy white head to her neck and nipped and nuzzled at it and between each he said

“ for  every truth, you tell me I’ll reward you and tell you a truth in return “

He could feel her body shiver with delight as he nipped softly than suckled and kissed her neck.

so it was on breathy breaking words her soft alluring voice came to him “I'm in your garden every day because I love you  “ with her words he found the spot on her neck he knew would give her her tiniest of climaxes. He bit softly down on that sweet spot of hers in praise and reward for her truth give to him.   

And oh her reaction to it was a blessed fan to his fire hot desire for her. Amber eyes drank in every reaction her body made and Oh the sounds she made were music to his ears. That loud breathy gasping followed by soft moaning. The way her back arched and she pressed her neck into his bite, Or the way he watched throw lashes of white how her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Or how her lids became hooded and shaded with lust.

It was with a sinful lust filed tone came to his words

“I’m a  fool for the last three months “  once more he bit her neck in that sweet spot that made the princess cry out in bliss “ I'm a fool for telling you to forget it ever happened “.

The hand in her hair uncurled and slip from her dark locks. With slow Delbert brushed of his fingertips he mapped down her back all the way to the dip and curve of the small of it. His fingers curled and dug into her waist. With dominating force he pulled her body to him letting her every curve molded to his lean well-corded muscle chest.  

His tongue lapped in the most exquisite feather-light manner up her neck, over her jawline before claiming her lips in a passionately commanding yet tender kiss. The princess practically quivered as he held her to him both his hands working to undo her Oib sash and it’s cording binding it. All the while he claimed her lips and his tongue darted from his mouth to here's then back.   

Once he felt the silk of her Oib give way, he unbound it from her waist and let it slip from his fingers on to the floor. Then ever so gently he leaned her back on the tatami floor his knees resting on either side of her hips. He straddled her looking down on her and once more drinking in the sight of how undone she was becoming. He sought her mouth and hungrily kissed the princess Breathless.    

Then and only then did he pull from the princesses now kiss-swollen lips. As he gazed down at her with eyes a fire with passion and lust he watched her gasping her hips bucking light under him as he caught his own breath. Aww, that soft panting and gasping both her and he were doing only played to fan his burning need for her even hotter.

Mitsuhide dawned they sly smile of his while his left hand trailed down her right arm leisurely sliding off the fabric of her Kimono. He revealed her shoulder then her upper arm before he gathered some of the fabric in his hand and pulled every so painstakingly slow. Oh, he watches as the silk rippled and glided over her smooth skin.  the way it caught and tugged at her hard perk nipple and oh that gasp that escaped her lips. He heads to bit his own bottom lip so that he would not rush this. He repeated this on her left arm watching her and delighting in the wash of  things that played over her face and danced in her eyes

It seemed like hours he sat there his eyes caressing her body’s every swell dip and curve that now lay in his sights. He watched her hold her breath then let it out in a longing moan when he cupped one of her lovely rounded mounds. Mitsuhide softly kneaded her full breast slowly coaxing more lustful cries from her. And now he thought was a good time to ask his next question

“how did you know I was there be bind you princess “ he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke

A hitch of breath followed by a soft whimper of words “i .. I col ..could mhaww feel you your eyes on me “ she almost could not get the words out as he rolled her nipple and pulled on it in the most sinfully yummy way.

Watching her come undone at his touch and her sweet whimper of words delight him. Aww at this point he could just ravish her right then and there.  but no, oh no he was going to take his dame sweet time with her. Even if it meant he would go up in flames with her. His steely resolve crumbled to nothing but ashes. He knew from this point on wan every he lay eyes on her he would want to go up in flames with her all over again.

Her hips twisted and bucked under him of their own accord her need that great her own body was now betraying her. Mitsuhide took grat plusher in this betrayal of her body. He savored the bucking and rolling her hips under him.   

“Aww princess you know I caught you looking at me, “ he said by her ear as he leans over his left hand reaching for the cord of her Obi. He gave her one more truth in letting her know he knew she had been watching him in the garden.

Once his left hand found the Obi cored Mitsuhide dragged it teasingly over her breasts. He guided the cool silk cord so that it was a whispers touch over her dusky peeks. Like a Starving peasant, he eats up her every reaction savoring it like a fine wine. Ahww and the song her soft panting gasping and moaning played was like a symphony...

“Should I bind your hand behind your back like last time or  should I bind them in front of you “  he murmured this pondering thought by her ear

She gasped and gave a  sultry husky  “NO  please no “

even with his eye half-lidded with lust  he arched a brow and echoed her words back at her “no and a no with a, please “

his eyes narrowed a bit “you have no say Princess “ he purred out    

Before she could even say more he took of one of her wrists and guide the hand attached to it over the lower part of his arm. He trailed her fingers ever up letting theme brushing up his arm and under his sleeve.

“ this is all you will get for now “ He commands as he took her other wrist and guide it feather light up and down his upper thighs. A shiver shot up his spine at her touch.

He took hold of her hands so fast she did even know if he had already started whining the silken cord about one of her wrists before she whimpered and thrashes her protest. But this did not stop him from taking and lashing her other wrist to the first one.

Looking at her now bound hands he slipt one arm than the other out of his Kimono and shoved it down to his waist.

“I only just started to doll out your sentence for trespassing Princess” he breathed out as he guided her bound hands up and over her head.

There was just enough of a stretch of silk cording to bind around one of the legs of the rough iron tripod, that sat over the central fireplace in the floor. Once Mitsuhide hand bound her hands over her head to look down at his prisoner. Hot glow molten gold gilded eyes raked over the princesses bare forum. And oh his hands touched everything he eyes could drink in.

Ever so slowly Mitsuhide’s fingers played over her flesh caressing her soft supple skin. Around rises of breast peak of rock hard taut nipple. He rolled stiff buds between finger and thumb all in an unspoken command for her body to comply to. Aww and wan it did he rewarded her with feather-light kisses to her neck.

Like a skilled assassin stacking there mark, he trailed kisses from her neck to the rises of her breast.  As if his tongue where his weapon it assaulted her nipple flicking it and lapping at it before he slowly pulled it into his mouth, killing her in wave after wave of blissful delight.  And oh how she trembled and writhed under his slow assassination.

He watched her face through all of this from his snowy lashes. He delighted in the sinful plusher and whorish wanting that washed over her delicate face. Mitsuhide took his time lavishing her chest one plump breast at a time.

She panted and moned gasping outcries of delight along with his name. her thighs bucked as her knees pressed to gather. And now she was begging him to end it to just take her now, but no he was going to extract his punishment for her first.

His hands combed down her sides over her hips to her inner thighs. He gripped the meat of her creamy inner thighs and pushed her legs apart. He settled himself between her sprawled legs. both his knees placed just so she could not close them.

           Mitsuhide didn't even wait for her to catch her breath as he drifted a hand over her molten hot mound. His long slender finger teased the upper petals of her slick wet dewy slit. Her back arched as her hips bucked up into his hand.

“Ever so eager “  the words dripped from his lips as he teased her dripping slit.

He took his time to ease in a finger to her tight treasure chest. And when he did her reaction to it was well worth it.

She half shot up her back arching pushing her hips up, then a reminder her extend arms over her head straining as she cried out her delight. Her hot wet velvety depths griped that one finger as he pumped it in and out. Ahww her crays where music to him as they mixed with the loud beating of his own heart. And in this too he took his time fringer. He would bring her just to that edge before stopping and letting her wither in her denied climax.  

Mitsuhide took great care in how he teased and tortured her,  to the point she was begging him with tears in her eyes, or the whorish squeals and moans that came from her lips became louder and longer. It was then and only then did he tugged at his thin  Obi sash and shed the read of his clothing.

As he leaned down to her he gathered her in his arms pressing her to his taut body. His head dip to her ear his tung trailed over the lobe. One hand snaked its way up one of her extended arms. His fingers found the knot he had tied to the wrought iron tripod and worked it loose.

As soon as her arms and hands were free he picked her up and placed her over his lap as he sat on his knees. Without hesitation, he drove into her to the hilt with is his hard throbbing need. she stretched nicely a around him nicely, her velvet inner depth pulsating around him. He took his time before he began thrusting slowly in and out of her. He took his time with her bringing her to her first climax. And wan she did she come to that crescendo she cray out so loud, Mitsuhide was sure the hole of his manner heard her screaming his name.

After that first, build up and push over the edge he took harder and fast pounding her so that she bobbed rhythmically with every deep thrust. Flawlessly he maneuvered her into a different potion, changing theme up after ever new climax he brought her too. The sounds and noises she was making drove him at times to be none too gentle in the way and manner to took her. Mitsuhide knew he had left more than one mark on her that would come morning be a dark bruise on her pale skin.

Mitsuhide claimed very last cry of plusher he could from her before they both were spent. the last her wrought from her came with is own growl when he released hot and hard in her. Her legs were wrapped about his waist as pushed into her one last time grinding herself to her hips.  her nails dug into his shoulder braking the skin. Her head hand rolled back with her final cray still on her lips.

Ever so gently he eased her back to the floor while placing feather light kisses on her eyes, cheeks. Forehead. With soft and gentle hands he smoothed over her body. Mitsuhide knew she would be sore come morning if she was not already. He kept placing soft kiss on her wherever he saw he had left a make, in tell she hand caught her breath  and was no long panting and gasping  for air

Once the princess was full started and languid Mitsuhide picked her up and carried her to his bed and laid there with her in his arm. It was a long while before she spoke and wan she  did her voice was nothing but a cooed whisper

“I love “

“I love you too “ he whispers back to her before looking down at her

“ don’t ever make me wait that long again” he playfully groused

A sly smile came to her lips as she softly spoke “ Oh I don't know I kind of liked my slow punishment  “

That got a chuckle from Mitsuhide than the sweet kiss he could give to her. Once his lips left hers the princess sigh in contentment and snuggle up to him and drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms.

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Potion

A/N: Oh my god I am so freaking proud of this one and I’m so glad my writers block didn’t ruin it. Also this one is my first severus one and I know I said that it Will probably come after Thursday but this is just..it couldn’t wait.

PAIRING: Severus Snape x Slytherin reader

REQUEST: Do you think you could write a random Snape x reader fic? XP

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @huflerin

How long? How long have you been in Slytherin and never in all your years of attending Hogwarts have you not noticed a boy crushing on you. Ambitious, cunning, resourceful, determined, clever and more amongs other things. You were the definition of a true Slytherin.

And him. Who was he to be in your lane? 

Never has he took eyes off of you. Your bright smile, blessing the Slytherin table with its light. It was almost addicting. 

“Severus!” snapped Regulus, waving his hand in front of Severus and breaking his gaze from you. “Honestly mate, you need to stop with that.”

“Stop with what?” replied Severus surprisingly, his voice low and cold.

“Don’t play daft, Snape. We all know you like her. I think even she know that.” winked Regulus and put another spoonful of soup in his mouth.

Wait. Was he really being this obvious about his feeling towards you? He couldn’t have been. He hid them pretty good for Lilly, what makes it so different from now? he wondered while his eyes stuck on you.

That’s excatly when you turned your gaze away from your friends and made an eye contact with Snape. His eyes widened in shock as you were literally seeing him, not through him, but seeing him. Placing even a bigger smile on your lips you waved at him and looked back at your friend.

“Severus...” grumbled Regulus as he glared at his friend for gripping his hand tightly and spilling the soup from the spoon on his robes.

“ Sorry.” he mumbled quietly as he let go of Regulus’ arm. To be honest Severus was never good with girls. Being the main victim of infamous Marauders and their pranks, most people from other houses thought of him as a freak. His house on the other hands, saw him as a brilliant mind with a great talent for Potions and the Dark Arts. Except he didn’t know that and the only attention he ever got from a girl was you right now at this very moment. He felt his heart rate growing faster and faster, while his cheeks coloured his pale skin pink.

“I think I just witnessed Severus Snape melt for a girl for the first time.” snickered Regulus and immediatly got an ugly look from Snape.

“Oi, (y/n)!” yelled the boy with dark curls and gorgeous grey green eyes, making you slightly blush as he ran closer to you.

You couldn’t figure out what his name was but being a pureblood yourself you definetly knew his surname. Every strong pureblood family was connected with eachother and you definetly knew this boy as a member of the Black family. 

“Black.” you greeted, pulling your books tighter to your chest with a small smile appearing in the corner of your lips.

“Please, call me Regulus.” he smiled, making your cheeks grow roses after hearing his lovely voice.

“Regulus, right.” you replied, trying to seal that name in your brain. “So how can I help you Regulus?”

“Well as a big fan of Potions, that I am, I am even bigger fan of your friend you are partnered with.” he grinned and walked along side you. “So I was thinking if you would be a dear and-”

“Switch up partners for you.” you finished his sentance. It wasn’t hard to figure out where it was leading but you had to admit to yourself you were a bit disappinted. Regulus was handsome, everybody knew that but if he was interested in your best friend, who would you be if you didn’t help your best friend score a hot date. “Of course Regulus. Just know that if you hurt her I will ruin you.” you smiled jokingly and walked away.

“Thats rubbish! You couldn’t hurt a pretty face like this in a million years.”he grinned and started walking backwards, further away from you.

“No beauty is forever Black. Remember that!” you shouted back and walked into your next class. 

‘Damn those Blacks and their charm. Just like his brother.’ 

“You did what?!” whispered Severus to Regulus as they stood at the table.

“Don’t be such a wuss Snape. It’s just a potion, not a wedding. Now as soon as she comes in you are gonna put on your best smile and you are going to woo her and ask her out.” demanded Regulus, putting his hands on Severus shoulders and looking him deep in the eyes.

“No I will not! Do you know what you di-” he spoke angrly but was interrupted by the bell and incoming students filling up the classroom.

“Saved by the bell. Make me proud.” grinned Regulus, tapping Severus on the back and walking away from him.

“No! Reg-” he whisper-yelled but was interrupted by you walking closer to him and making him shut up immediatly.

You placed your books on the desk and looked up to Severus. Knowing he was Regulus’ partner you never worried about today. You always saw Snape as a brilliant student yet a bit mysterious, which always made you a bit curious. “Hello Severus.” you greeted him with a lovely smile gracing your lips.

God he was about to melt to hearing his name come from your lips. “Umm...hello.” he mumbed out, trying to sound as normal as he could but you could notice the high pitch voice.

It was no secret that Severus Snape liked you. Your friends kept teasing you about him and you caught him watching you from time to time. But to be honest, he did seem to catch your attention every single time. He was quiet, yet quite a smart-mouth when he was asked a question. Sometimes you saw him read a book under a linden tree, sitting there and looking so peaceful. Those times all you wanted to do was walk over there just to get a bit quiet and peace, away from all the noise. You never listened to the rumors, true or not, you always judged a person after you met them. And Severus, he was quite handsome. His interest in the Dark Arts made girls swoon and not only that but every girl in your house wanted to know his secret. His deep and dark secret that nobody figured out what it was, just few of his closest friends. His mysteriousness, brilliance and fraternity sure made him a catch, whether he knew it or not.

Severus Snape. This is sure going to be interesting.

When the two of you were working on your potion, you couldn’t help yourself but to observe his features. His dark eyes were focused on the book and reading through the ingridients while his neck-length hair fell before him. They weren’t greasy as the Marauders and others teased him about. They were normal, black long hair, washed or not, they were still looking quite attractive on him.

This time he noticed your eyes on him so he looked at you from the corner of his eyes and a sly smirk quickly formed as he spoke. “ Can’t focuse?”

You shook your head as you heard him say that, knowing he must have known you stared at him for too long. “Um...well.. “ you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up and your heart beat faster. “I was just...yeah, you caught me.” you then smiled, knowing you couldn’t get out of this situation.

He was surprised to hear you say that. His crush was just staring at him. Were you checking him out too? I mean, maybe the bunn but what girl doesn’t check that. ;)

“Here. Let me show you.” he smiled and moved away from the couldron.

“Show me what?” you asked him while you moved closer to the couldron with Doxy eggs laying in front of you. 

“I get Regulus with not doing all the work, but it’s definetly not going to be the same with you.” he smiled and stepped behind you. 

As soon as you felt him stand behind you, you felt warmth wash over you. He wasn’t touching you, no, but his presence made your lungs squeeze and your heart beat faster. Feeling his breath on your neck, you couldn’t help yourself but to get even more distracted than before.

“Got it?” he asked and you suddenly realised you haven’t paid any attention to a word he spoke to you right now.

“Can you repeat one more time. I’m still a bit confused.” you replied and tried not to look at him.

“Yeah, sure.” he smirked as he knew you got distracted once again. Maybe because of him, maybe not, but today you sure weren’t your usual self.  “See the colour of the potion. It’s still too bright, so to get the exact colour we want to, which is blue, we’ll have to add the doxy eggs. Now usually, the right amount is a fist-full, but I believe it will cause more damages, so I usually take half of that.” he explained, this time his voice low and attractive as it was coming right behind your ear.

“Umm...okay.” you replied taking a fistfull of doxy eggs. Hearing his chuckle behind you, you realized you must have done something wrong. “What?” you smiled.

“You just did the opposite of what I told you.” he chuckled and reached over to your palm. “Here let me.” 

You let go of the doxy eggs and slowly let them fall on his hand until there was half of them left. He put away his, getting them back in the bowl and he reached to your hand one more time. He gently took a hold of your hand, lifting it up and leading it towards the couldron. He didn’t even know his other hand was on your waist, but you sure did and you liked it. Looking over your shoulder you noticed his eyes fixed on the potion and you immediatly turned your gaze back to your holding hands. His hand was much bigger than yours, his slim fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, while his palm supporting your arm. 

“Now slowly drop them in.” he spoke, almost in a whisper.

And you did. You let him take all the lead and you dropped your doxy eggs, slowly one by one, while your potion soon turned its colour into beautiful bright blue. Looking over your shoulder one more time, you caught him smiling at the finished potion. It was the first time you saw him smile like that. Like a real, true smile.

You turned around, only inches apart from him, and looked up. “Severus?” 

He looked down, finally snapping back from his dream world of passion and potions to reality of you being really close to him by now. He realized he had his hand on your waist, so he quickly removed it and stepped back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to you know...I just kind of forgot while I got lost in the potion. You know I always have a thing for that and how perfect it needs to be..I just kind of forgot-”

“Severus.” you giggled as he continued to ramble on.

“It was just Regulus and sayins how I need to ask you out cuz I’ve kind of liked you for a long time and I just don’t know how to say it correctly becasue I’ve never-”

“Severus!” you said a bit louder  than before, shutting him up and taking another step closer. “Ask me.” you smiled, looking up to his dark eyes and putting away a strand of your hair.

Ask you? Ask you wh-oooh. he suddenly realized what you meant. He fixed his tie and put away his hair. “(y/n)(y/l/n), Will you go on a date with me?” 

“I would love to.”

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