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1-800-kami · 8 months

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R U MINE? feat gojo satoru (II)

gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it.

that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…

“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”

IMPORTANT: this is part TWO (and the final part) of the r u mine? mini series. make sure to read part one of this fic before proceeding! :)

content: 5.4k words, afab!reader, rich college frat boy gojo, SMUT (fingering & unprotected sex.. wrap it before u tap it kids!) ANGST, (i listened to deftones while writing the breakup era LMAOO i was in my feels 😔) gojo "everything reminds me of her" satoru is really going thru it, idk how to feel about the ending tbh, cheating implications, kinda proofread ig, more emo gojo (u luv to see it)

author's note: guys. where do i even start?? first of all, thank u for all the support on the first part of this mini series!! we also hit 100 followers on this blog so tysm for supporting me n my writing <3 here's the long awaited part two (n also the finale) as i promised that i would get it out over the weekend! just a quick announcement that i may be a little bit more inactive from here on out.. mainly because classes r starting again nd im starting to get busier. i do have more fic plans though, (and a geto smut in my drafts? 👀) so i'll make time to write when i can! happy reading and thank u for all the support on this silly little series :)

tags: @soley613 @feariteriu @bear-likes-mushrooms @96jnie @keilaq1 @whydohumansss @luftyluft @fatbootymuncher (bold = i'm unable to tag u)

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everything’s been hazy.

you don’t really remember how you got home– you either waved down a cab or walked until you somehow found your house. either way, the alcohol is worsening the pounding in your ears. the straps of your dress are clinging terribly against your skin–you want to take it off, you want to wear something more comfortable, you want to just go to sleep, preferably forever… but you can’t bring yourself to.

you can’t even bring yourself to move.

so the rumors really were true? but why did gojo pursue so far just for you? why did gojo say those words to you when you spent the night together? why did gojo try so hard to convince you that night that he wanted to have sex with you because he loved you–and not solely because he wanted to have sex?

why did gojo lie to you?

another series of pings sound throughout the room, and you finally move to silence your phone. the noise is all so overwhelming. why the hell is your phone blowing up?

you check your notifications–mostly dms from people you don’t know, either asking if you and satoru were dating, or questioning you about what the hell happened at the party. you know that you’re gonna be the subject of gossip once you’re back at campus, and you hate it.

you were surprised at the numbers once you scrolled down your notification list a little further. ten missed calls from satoru, accompanied by a series of fifteen panicked messages. you open it, and you stare sadly at his contact photo and name, remembering the fond memory behind it. once you two actually started dating, you were merciful enough to add a heart next to his name, and even updated it to “toru”. he was elated at that.

you think you can barely even call him gojo now.

the most recent message was barely sent a minute ago. like it was on cue, you see the bright headlights pull up outside of your door. you wanted to sink into your couch and never resurface ever again.

you hear suguru’s car door open and close, and then frantic knocking outside. you walk to the door while sniffling, looking through the peephole just to confirm your suspicions. it was satoru.

“i can hear you crying through the door, y/n. i know you’re there.” he takes a deep inhale, and the tears start rolling down your cheeks again once you hear the complete and utter vulnerability in his voice. you just don’t know what to believe anymore. “shit, i’m crying too. well, i’m gonna explain myself even if you don’t care enough to listen to me. uhm, believe it or not, what happened at the party wasn’t my doing… at all. when you went to use the bathroom, this girl went up to me and started flirting with me, like she was waiting for you to leave or somethin’. i was g’na tell her to go fuck off but she pushed herself on my lap and before i could do anything about it you walked in and it was just all horrible timing and- god. i know it sounds unbelievable, right? you must think i’m terrible right now.”

“you don’t have to believe me. if i were in your shoes i wouldn’t know what to think either. i’m just… explaining what happened.”

there’s a long period of silence between you and satoru, aside from the occasional sniffling on both ends. you don’t know what to say. you want to believe him. you want to do nothing more than to open the door and let him hold you in his arms again, but you just don’t know what to think anymore. you poured your entire heart out to a man who you knew you shouldn’t be messing with, and now you don’t know who or what to believe. you feel like a fool, and you’re just tired. so damn tired. the silence feels asphyxiating, like it's tearing your relationship with satoru further and further apart the longer it draws on.

satoru is the first one to break the silence. “i’m guessing from the silent treatment that you don’t believe me. it’s okay, y/n. i’ll wait an eternity for you to forgive me because i’ll always choose you- fuck… over anything, and i hope you know that.”

your mind is a mess, and satoru’s words make it even messier.

i’ll wait an eternity for you

i’ll always choose you over anything

you put your head in your hands and sob. it hurts.

a minute passes–gojo hears you get up from where you’re sitting behind the door, and his heart fills with hope.

“i just… i just don’t know how to believe you, gojo.”

his heart breaks when he hears the door–presumably to your bedroom–open and close, leaving him alone with his shattered heart. his heart breaks when he takes in your voice, noticing how weak and exhausted you sounded. he wonders how much you’ve cried just from this past hour alone. his heart breaks once he realizes that he’s alone with his thoughts again, alone with the voice in his head that was berating him for not being able to prevent all of this if he hadn’t frozen up and just pushed her away the second that girl started flirting with him. finally, his heart breaks once it registers that you called him gojo–the last name that he shares with his corrupt and money-crazy family… the family he tries so hard to get away from. it was also the name you called him during the days that you barely trusted him.

now, he’s back to square one, and he has none of your trust again. this time, satoru swears that he’ll do anything in his power to get it back once more.

you didn’t come to school today.

there’s been nothing but radio silence on your end. gojo has sent you countless messages over the weekend asking how you’ve been, with the occasional desperate voicemail where he tells you that he loves and misses you. you’ve turned off your read receipts, so gojo doesn’t even know if you’ve seen his texts or listened to his voicemails. he’s concerned for you, even though he knows that he’s the reason behind all of this. he was hoping to talk things out with you today.. but you weren’t even here.

one thing gojo knew about you is that you cared deeply about your academics, and you wouldn’t miss attendance even if you were sick. it pains him to know that he was the reason that you weren’t here today. you were avoiding him, and he felt helpless.

he’s talked to geto—and the best advice that his best friend could offer was to “find proof that you didn’t cheat on her.” he’s right, though. the last thing you had said to gojo was that you don’t know how to believe if he’s telling the truth or not. gojo has absolutely no idea how to prove his fidelity to you, since words clearly weren’t enough. it frustrates him to no end.

gojo now knows that he feels absolutely lost. all when he’s not with you.

it feels nerve-wracking to walk the halls.

he remembers telling you the night that you slept together that he’d learned over time to drown out the rumors about him. he learned not to care about what other people thought about him, and he eventually became unaffected by the school’s gossip.

however, this time was different.

this time, he finds it difficult to drown out the rumors when he hears your name in them. he flinches every time someone whispers your name and his as he walks the halls, feeling that all eyes are on him. “i heard y/n and gojo broke up…” “they were dating?!” “yeah.. i didn’t believe it at first, either! apparently he…”

he doesn’t want to hear it, so he walks a little faster. it hasn’t felt this suffocating to be on campus in a while.

maybe that’s partially why you didn’t show up. rumors are hard to ignore if you don’t know how to shun them out.

gojo lets out a sigh. he decides that he’s going to ditch the rest of class. you weren’t here, he couldn’t talk to you, and he felt he was gonna go mad if he heard your name spoken by someone again, so he turns to leave, but flinches as he feels a hand lightly tap his shoulder.

“gojo-san?”

he turns around, with a girl that he’s never seen before standing in front of him… not that he pays attention to them in the first place, though. he raises his eyebrow in question, and the girl looks so nervous she might pass out. “i have to tell you something-“

“if it’s a love confession or whatever, i don’t want to hear it-“

“-no!” she flushes a deep shade of red, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes. she coughs awkwardly at his expression. “um, no.. it’s not that. please, just give me two minutes in the library. i have something to tell you.”

he decides to entertain this girl for a bit. he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious about what she had to talk to him for. gojo sighs and says, “two minutes. that’s all you’re getting.”

“this is about the party last friday, no?” he says while taking a seat near one of the tables. he feels sick just being here. he’d never gone to the library before meeting you–as he had no reason to go here at all. then, he started accompanying you everywhere as he tried to win your heart. “study dates” were frequent here, and he even remembers forcefully changing his contact name and number on your phone during one of your dates.

gosh, everything literally reminds him of you. he can barely live like this.

she takes a seat across from him, and she shamefully nods at his words. “i went to the party on friday, and i just want to say i’m sorry-”

gojo gets up to leave. he can’t do this. he doesn’t need anyone’s pity. pity can’t change the fact that you still won’t talk to him. she panics as gojo is about to walk away. “wait!”

the librarian tells her to quiet down, and she mutters an apology. still, she persists. “please, just wait for two minutes… i need two minutes to explain myself. you promised you’d give me that.”

she stares at gojo, who hasn’t left yet, and takes that as her opportunity to speak. “i was a friend of… her,” he doesn’t need an explanation to know who she was talking about. “the reason why she came up to you was because of a dare i told her to do. she’s had a crush on you for a while now, so of course she was willing to flirt with you.”

“um, that was the dare, by the way. my friend told me to record it, because we were all drunk, and we thought it would be funny. just another memory to laugh at in the future, right? we didn’t know you were dating the girl you were with at the party. sorry but, we assumed she was just a fling… or something… we didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”

“yeah, i was dating the girl at the party.” gojo scoffs, and he feels his anger bubbling up again. “then your friend had to do that stupid dare, and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.”

“i’m sorry-”

“i don’t need your apologies. is that why you came up to me? to apologize so you don’t feel guilty about what happened anymore?” gojo sneers. he was right, though. guilt is ridden all over her face, and she can’t even meet his eyes. he’s about to leave, thinking that this entire conversation was useless, but gojo thinks back on what she said earlier.

“...my friend told me to record it…”

he turns back to look at her, which surprises her, to say the least. “hey, you said you recorded the dare, right?”

“uhm, yes.”

“so you still have the video?”

“it should be in my camera roll somewhere-”

“if you came here to apologize to me, then you should send me that video.” she looked a little horrified at his words, and gojo could almost laugh. “what? i’m not gonna do anything bad with it, god.”

she thinks about what gojo’s intentions could be with that video, and her eyes light up in recognition as she connects the dots from what he said beforehand. i was dating the girl at the party… then your friend had to do that stupid dare… and she won’t fuckin’ talk to me now.

she nods in understanding. this is the least she could do for him. she pulls out her phone, looking for the video, and says, “i hope you two make up soon, gojo-san.”

gojo satoru walks- no, runs out of that library with determination. determination as he finally has the video evidence of what happened at the party–his saving grace so he could finally get you to forgive him.

you miss him.

you miss him like hell, actually, and you blink at the messages he just sent you in complete disbelief.

you didn’t show up to class today because you were afraid. you were afraid to see satoru again, yes, but you were also afraid of what everyone else would say about you. the party was one thing, but the after-effects and the rumors were something completely different. you didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that, unlike satoru, so you stayed home. all because you were afraid of what would happen on campus.

you just wish things would go back to how they were before… all of this happened. you didn’t want to admit it, but you’ve read all of satoru’s messages, and you’ve listened to all of his voicemails. you’ve cried to them. and it hurts because you’re still torn apart in the midst of your own feelings. and now, satoru wants to talk to you, because he’s been wanting to do nothing but fix everything between the two of you.

the doorbell rings, and you almost jump out of your skin.

you didn’t even know if you would open the door or not. despite that, you felt your body moving on its own, like you were relying on your own instincts. you washed your face to get rid of the dried tears on your cheeks, brushed the tangles out of your hair, and dressed into something more presentable. the next thing you know, you’re leaning against the wall next to the front entrance. your shadow is visible underneath the door, so satoru knows that you’re here.

“hi, y/n..” he sounded so nervous that you almost laughed, but you felt equally as terrified as him. “i have something to show you… uh, on my phone. if you don’t want to see me, it’s fine, i’ll just send it to you, but i’d really prefer if you open the door and we’ll talk about this inside-”

your hand is already reaching the door knob before you can even think about it. it’s such an impulse decision that you look at him in surprise once you open the door. it’s the first time you’ve seen him ever since you were at the party. it’s only been three days, but you can’t help but notice how his eyebags are more prominent, his eyes are a little redder, and he looks nothing short of exhausted.

“hey,” he manages to breathe out, his eyes meeting yours. “can i come in? please?”

you nod, too stunned to say anything, and he exhales in relief as he walks in. the two of you sit on the couch, and gojo notices how you’re keeping your distance from him. it breaks his heart a little.

he looks for the video on his phone and gets ready to show it to you. this is it. his last ditch effort for your forgiveness. he’s really fuckin’ hoping that this works. “i got this video from a girl who came to the party. it’s a recording of, um, what happened.”

he hands the phone over to you, and you take it skeptically, still choosing to keep silent. you press play, and you watch the recording. a shaky hand holds the camera, and the person behind it says, “holy shit, she’s actually doing it!” they're presumably talking to their friend, and the camera focuses on a girl walking over to gojo. your heart is pounding, eyes widening in recognition as you stare at her... the one who caused all of this in the first place.

the all too familiar girl comes up to him, saying something out of earshot. when gojo looks at her, completely uninterested, she pulls that move. the scene you saw at the party before you ran out. tears fill your eyes again, and you almost want to stop the video, but your interest is piqued at the next part.

..this… this part was something that you didn’t see. gojo angrily reacts at the girl’s move, with her falling on the floor as she looks at him, stunned at how furious he looks. the person behind the camera gasps, continuing to record out of shock as a crowd of people turn to stare at the two. geto eventually comes into the frame and takes gojo away from all the chaos. the video ends there, and you grip gojo’s phone shakily.

holy shit.

tears roll down your face, but this time, they’re tears of relief. you waste no time in hugging satoru, crying your heart out as you bury your face in his neck. you’re happy. you’re so fucking happy, and so relieved knowing that he didn’t lie to you. of course he didn’t.

“m’sorry-” you sniffle into his shoulder. gojo is so shocked at what was happening that it takes him a second to hug you back, but when he does, he starts crying. “m’so fucking sorry i didn’t believe you-”

“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he says, and you only hug him tighter. “m’so tired, you know that? these past three days fucking sucked. i’m just so glad you’re in my arms again, fuck-”

“-i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, toru.” you repeat, laughing as you kiss him all over his face. it’s been a while since you said that to someone. you wipe his never-ending tears away, still in disbelief, and whisper, “you’re real. right? you’re actually here with me right now ‘nd i’m not dreaming, right?

“i’m very much real, baby.” he says, putting his forehead against yours as you take in his features again. “god, i missed that pretty face so much.”

he finally closes the gap between you two, pulling you into a much needed kiss. it’s a kiss filled with so many emotions–desperation, happiness, relief. satoru thinks his heart is finally whole again. he’s missed you. he’s missed you so fucking much, and you’ve missed him too.

you’re like an anchor to satoru. the light of his life that keeps him grounded. and god, he’s been apart from you for too long.

you reposition yourself as you’re deepening the kiss. you’re on his lap now, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in desperation. “oh yeah? ‘y gonna do anything about it?"

“of course i am,” he says, hands roaming underneath your shirt as he caresses your bare waist. fuck. he needs you. right now. especially after thinking that he was about to lose you forever–for something that he didn’t even do. “i’m gonna show you just how much i missed you, baby.”

gojo can’t let you go.

you’re in your bedroom, and both of you waste no time undressing each other. he takes you in–all of you, in awe of every crevice of your body as he trails his hands further down your waist.

god, you’re so beautiful. “i can’t believe i almost lost you.”

his words are shaky, like he’s still uncertain that you’re real and you’re in his arms again. he can’t seem to break himself away from you, almost like you’ll disappear if he lets you go. “but i’m here now, toru.”

“i’m here to stay, and i’ll never let you go again… ‘m yours,” you whisper, and your words set a fire in him, fueling his body with nothing but desperation. desperation to have you right here, and right now.

he wastes no time in plunging two of his fingers in your cunt, and he groans at just how wet you are. “satoru-”

“fuck, you’re so wet… and it’s all for me,” he mutters, spreading your legs effortlessly when you try to close them, thighs shaking in pure pleasure. he adds another finger, and you already feel stretched to the brim, and you haven’t even taken him in yet. the thought of his cock inside of you makes you even wetter than you already are, and you look up at satoru with eyes full of lust and desire. “missed you so much, baby. missed you and your pretty little cunny,”

his fingers are long, and you whine at how full you feel right now. you’re so loud, and you don’t even care. right now, it’s just you and satoru finally feeling each other again. it’s only been three days, but it feels like you’ve been apart for years.

everything about this was filthy. from your erotic moans and the way your cunt squelched against his fingers… not to mention the vice grip you had on them- fuck, satoru thinks he can cum untouched just from watching you like this.

“haa-” you whimper when his fingers curl and hit that spot in your cunt that you can barely seem to reach on your own. it’s exhilarating, and only fuels the growing heat in your stomach. “toru- don’t stop- please, i’m close-”

“really?” he taunts, and it feels so fucking good–your head is numb, and the only thoughts filling your head are thoughts of satoru. the pleasure is too much, and you try to get away from him, but he keeps you in place, curling his fingers faster as punishment. “don’t run away from me, baby… be a good girl and just take it, yeah?”

“toru- fuck- i’m gonna cum, please-” you’re on the brink of release, but suddenly, he stops, ruining your orgasm. “no- wait-”

he pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. you were so close–why did he take that away from you? you try and swat at his hands, but he just takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, locking his eyes with yours with a sly smile. “you taste so sweet, i can’t help it,”

“aww, is my baby mad ‘cause she didn’t get to cum?” he coos sarcastically, caging you in between his arms as he tilts your face up with his finger. “too bad… the only thing you’re cumming on tonight is on my cock.”

and with that, he eases his painfully hard member into your walls. your insides hugged him perfectly–it was like you were made just for him. you gasp once he’s fully sheathed himself inside of you. his fingers were already a lot to take in, but his cock was something completely different. he moans your name, barely keeping his cool. “fuck- you’re squeezing me so tight,”

“missed everything about you, baby. i need to hold you, please,” he pleads desperately, clasping your small hands against his. the size difference alone between the two of you almost makes him cum, but he holds himself back, choosing to bask in this intimate moment. he’s missed every part about this. “you ready f’me?-”

“-just fuck me, satoru, please-” he doesn’t need another confirmation from you.

he can’t bring himself to hold back. next thing you know, he’s fucking you into the mattress, and you feel the headboard shake at how fast satoru is going. fuck–you feel every part of him, every part of his cock as it slams against your tight hole. he’s so big, you feel yourself gasping for breath, and you moan out loud as you notice the prominent bulge forming in your stomach. it’s him, it’s all him, and it’s driving you mad.

satoru follows your eyes in the midst of all of this, and he watches everything in fascination. he decides to be a little mean, and presses his free hand against your stomach–it feels so good, you could almost scream at the pleasure. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me inside of you, hmm?”

“please-” the onset of pleasure feels so overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes. you feel an oncoming orgasm coming, and you know your release will hit you like a tidal wave. your heart is pounding, but satoru only grips your hand tighter and fucks you even harder. “oh, fuck!”

“m close, baby. are you g’na cum too?” he manages to say between pants, and you somehow nod, mind hazy and your release only coming closer. you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “cum inside of me, toru- please- i need to feel you-”

gojo groans at your words, and you both cum together. you ride out your high, screaming as you spasm around his cock, the pleasure overfilling your senses until you’re trembling from it. he fills you up, staying inside of you as the two of you catch your breath. everything’s hazy, and you’re barely aware of your surroundings… it takes you a few minutes to recover.

“angel, are you with me?”

“yeah, fuck, just… give me a second.” you say, and gojo thinks that he would gladly give you all the time in the world if you needed it. he pulls out of you with a hiss, and his warm seed drips out of your cunny. it makes his cock twitch, but he knows that you’re probably not considering a round two right now.

when you come to your senses, you notice satoru–who put his clothes back on already, wiping your legs down with a rag. his touch is so soft, like he’s afraid to break you, unlike how he handled you just a moment ago. you look down and notice the bruises starting to form on your legs and waist. satoru looks guilty as he stares. “i didn’t go too rough with you, did i?”

“not at all,” you reassure him, and you see him soften up a little. “it felt really good, actually… thank you, toru.”

“s nothing. you know my girl only gets the best,” he teases, and you laugh. “i’m gonna go get you some new clothes and some water… i’ll be back, okay?”

you nod, closing your eyes again as satoru leaves the room. he’s back in two minutes, and he’s gently changing you into new clothes that he found in your drawer. you’re so tired that you can hardly move, so you let satoru do all the work. he caresses all of your bruises, apologizing again even if you already said that it was okay. he’s so gentle, a swift juxtaposition to what just happened beforehand, and so soft with you. once you’re clothed again, he brings a glass of water against your lips, and you greedily gulp it down as he keeps a hand on your back. he places it on the nightstand once you’re finished, and you grab his wrist after, tugging him back to the bed. “lay with me for a bit, toru.”

satoru doesn’t hesitate, laying down next to you on the bed and placing your head against his chest. your breathing is back to normal, and you feel his heart thumping against your ear. you wrap your arms around him, and satoru thinks that this moment is so domestic that he can’t help but daydream. he looks at your face, memorizing every feature about you with a lovesick look in his eyes. you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and he’s just so fucking glad that he didn’t lose you.

satoru thinks he could wake up to this everyday.

“you’re starin.” you say with an amused look on your face. gojo doesn’t even try to play it off. “what’s on your mind?”

“nothing. i just… love you so much, y/n.” he says, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. satoru would trade anything if it meant that this moment wouldn’t end. “m so glad you chose me.”

“i think it’s the other way around,” you tease. “you chose me. ever since you saw me at the party, you’ve done nothing but try to win my heart.”

“how could i not? there was just something different about you compared to everyone else.” he reminisces about that night at the party, and how far he’s come with his relationship with you. he remembers that night like it just happened yesterday.

you sigh, almost like you were thinking about that night too. you pull him into a kiss, finally finding the courage within you to say a proper “i love you.” to the man who meant the world to you.

“i love you too, angel.” he says, and you snuggle into him tighter. “you know i’ll always choose you…”

“..from this life and into the next. i’m so glad you gave me a chance, y/n. i’ll forever be grateful to now be called your husband. i’m the luckiest man ever knowing that you let me into your life, and i’m the one who gets to read these vows to marry you. i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you so much, y/n gojo.” he’s crying. gojo satoru is crying, and he’s hardly ever cried before. though, that changed after he met you.

the last time he cried was during pre-k, and now he’s done it time and time again… all because of you. he cried once during your first argument with him, another during the night he thought he’d lost you forever, and then another when he finally had you in his arms again once he proved his innocence… and now, during his wedding, when he finally gets to call you his wife.

and when you share your kiss at the end of the ceremony to symbolize your togetherness, you hear all your friends cheering. mainly shoko, utahime, and geto. if you showed this very scene to shoko during your university years, she’d call you crazy, saying this would never happen. gojo satoru was once a man who’d never willingly committed in a relationship before, but you came into his life and you changed everything about him. it was like magic.

you pull away from the kiss, wiping his tears away and whispering against his lips, drowning out the crowd, “thank you.”

for memorizing all my favorite foods so you could buy them for me. for walking me to class every day. for making me fall in love with you that one day at the park. for waiting for me to slowly love you even when i was scared to love. for waiting for me even if i didn’t trust you. for loving me. for proving those rumors wrong. for proving that satoru gojo is actually capable of falling in love and pouring his heart out to the one he loves the most.

for everything that you have done to love me.

it was like gojo could hear all of your unspoken words. he smiles, letting one more tear roll down his cheek, and says, “it’s all worth it if it’s for you.”

thanks for reading <3 -kami.

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theloveinc · 2 years

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Ik it’s hard but i think you should either leave tumblr or just switch fandoms or leave the fandoms all together

Yeah. Don’t think a fandom switch will help me bc it’s not really that I’ve lost passion for bnha, NOR that I even dislike tumblr… I’d still probably like to be here just on my main or even a blog like this (like.. I don’t want to leave-leave, you know? I’m not … upset really.)

Just sucks bc… what really scares me is the possibility that I’d want to come back but… wouldn’t feel able to. I’d love to still have some sort of community connection (even if it’s not at IHB) bc like… I do pick at writing but… once I leave one blog I wouldn’t really . Want to return back to it.

Things will never truly be the same as they were and THATS FINE! And you’re right, I should take care of myself… BUT i need to and am still getting used to the idea. One day soon... but. Not today.

I really appreciate this advice tho!! You’re definitely right in a lot of ways❤️❤️❤️

#see bc I’d love to just relocate here but it’s hard bc… you never truly get the same amount of interaction as a 6k follower account #and it’s unfortunate bc I do love tumblr and would be on here anyway #and would want to be apart of the community still #but it would be hard………. not participating #anyway I’m gonna see what happens when I start school and go from there #I try to tell myself it’s okay to take days off and not worry abt there being too many breaks #I know my time is coming just #I don’t want it to be tomorrow #IHB has been such a big part of my life for nearly the past two years #so it would feel like cleaving a part of me off #a part I love so much #SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN IM CRYING NOW #well like. weeping #but anyway #still love bnha with everything just #I have no energy #life is so stressful #and I’m not sure if that’s why I’m so exhausted or bc. I just have mental illness in general #dunno #and it’s hard just feeling like I’m surrounded by people I don’t relate to in the … blogging sense #thank u tho anon #if this is a mess I’m sorry I’m trying to be quick bc I’m waiting for my mom to call #I love u tho #caitie answers #anon

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So Much Better

This is a very fluffy Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by Anon, thank you for this I loved writing it. Any feedback would be lovely.

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Summary: Chris goes to spend the night with his uncle buck, and that means Eddie can have (Y/n) all to himself.

Enjoy.

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"Special delivery!" Chris tilted his head back until the back of his head was pressed into (Y/n)'s stomach and he could grin up at her. His eyes creased at the corners and he pushed his shoulders back into her, leaning his weight back onto her. While he stretched his arms up behind him until his fingers started to twitch and pat against her shoulders.

As soon as the door opened in front of them, Chris was back to giggling like he had been all the way in the car.

"Hey!" Buck opened the door and leaned his weight onto the doorframe, grinning from ear to her as he moved out the way to let the three of them inside the apartment.

He ruffled Chris's hair as he walked past and (Y/n) guided him inside with him still leaned up against her, holding her shoulders like he was about to try and pull her over.

"You ordered a menace?" Eddie nudged the door shut behind him before he held out Chris's backpack towards Buck who took it with a nod of his head and placed it down on the coffee table. "Collection tomorrow afternoon, no early returns, please." He stuffed his hands into his back pockets and looked up at the ceiling with a grin when (Y/n) looked back over her shoulder at him with pursed lips and a frown.

"You are mean, carino." She clicked her tongue at him before she looked back and Chris who made himself at home on the floor in front of the tv. He was already scouring through the games Buck had, trying to find one he wanted to play. When Buck came to their home last week he had beaten Chris on Mario Cart and Chris hadn't forgotten. He was determined to win a game tonight, no matter how long they had to play for.

"As if I'd return him, we're gonna have a great night aren't we bud?" Buck perched himself on the arm of the sofa but he frowned when (Y/n) handed him a folded piece of paper. "What's this, ground rules?"

"Allergies,"

"He's allergic to plasters, is that even a thing?"

"Not deathly allergic, but he'll get a rash and start to scratch. Nuts and lavender are the main ones and he will tell you otherwise but do not give him coffee, he's allergic to that too." Eddie raised a brow and tilted his head to the side when he glanced over at his son who groaned and flopped back to look at him.

Plasters were a small allergy, they made his skin red and sore and then Chris would scratch until it bled because it hurt. Lavender and nuts sent him into shock which was why he had his EpiPen in his bag for emergencies. And coffee was a new allergy that made him sick and brought him out in a bad rash. He had only just started to have a bit of Eddie's morning coffee until they realised it was another allergy but Chris liked the taste of Coffee.

He wasn't pleased that he couldn't have it anymore.

"His EpiPen is in the bag and his meds for the morning are in there too, it's only two tablets and he can do it himself. You know the routines and stuff, right?"

(Y/n) knew Eddie had briefed Buck on Chris's routines and Buck had seen for himself how Chris got if his routines were changed or weren't properly done. He knew Chris liked to have a long bath after his tea and then when he was in bed he had to be read a story and needed the nightlight on which he had brought in his bag.

There wasn't anything extreme with Chris, he didn't have hundreds of medications to take or precautions. He was easy going, he just wanted to spend time playing games with Buck and he enjoyed making food and would eat a lot more things than he did when he was little so Buck would have a good night.

"Yeah, I got it all memorised and if he starts stimming bad then he has his headphones." To Buck, it was very sweet when Chris was stimming, he loved seeing him squeal or shake his hands excitedly and when he got up to dance it made Buck smile. But he knew when they got repetitive and too fast that it meant he was overstimulated and needed to calm down. "Go on, have some fun we're having a games night. He is in good hands."

"Bye baby, be good and we'll see you tomorrow." Crouching down, (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Chris and kissed his temple, smiling when she felt a sloppy kiss against her cheek.

Eddie walked over to him and perched down on the coffee table to be close enough to whisper "Remember what I told you?"

"Wind up uncle Buck,"

"That's my boy, you have fun." He shared a look with chris when (Y/n) nudged his shoulder and Buck made an exaggerated sigh while he flopped back on the sofa. "Any problems, call me."

"We'll be fine, go enjoy yourselves."

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It felt good to kick off her heels when she was finally back in the hallway, the heels had been obscuring her balance for the last hour or so and with the alcohol mixed in, (Y/n) was almost toppling over. Heels didn't go well with her but they made her look good and she could actually reach Eddie's height- and more specifically his lips- without pushing up on her tiptoes or dragging his face down to hers.

She hooked Eddie's jacket that she had been wearing all afternoon, over the back of the dining room chair and headed through into the kitchen. It felt strange to have the house deathly quiet and not to sneak around trying to be quiet so she didn't wake Chris. But it was a good feeling.

(Y/n) loved Chris to death, he was her baby boy and she wouldn't have things any other way. But it did feel good to have a night with Eddie and not have to worry if Chris could hear them or if he was alright or wonder what he was doing.

They knew he was with Buck and having the time of his life; whenever Buck came round Chris never wanted him to leave. Last week he went as far as having a meltdown when Buck had to go. At least he didn't have to be upset this time, he could spend the full night with Buck and (Y/n) was relieved that Chris's first night away from home- other than being with his grandparents- was with someone she trusted.

Rounding the kitchen counter, (Y/n) headed to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer.

After they dropped Chris off with Buck, they had gone to see a movie and then out for tea and a few drinks. But after the third drink, they were both ready to come home and spend the night in together. (Y/n) could already hear that Eddie had put the tv on in the living room and guessed he was looking for another movie to watch. With his work pattern, whenever Eddie got an evening or a day off, he binged a few good movies because he didn't have a lot of free time to watch movies. Other than the same five cartoon movies Chris was currently obsessed with.

(Y/n)'s arms jerked forward and the bottle cap she was trying to prize off flew into the sink when a pair of strong hands cup her hips. She smiled when she felt his lips merge against the side of her neck but just as she closed her eyes, (Y/n) felt herself smirking.

"What're you doing?" Her voice was quiet and raspy but she knew exactly what her husband was doing when she felt his fingertips move up until they reached the middle of her back where the zipper to her dress was.

"Helping you," With a little tug, the dress pooled around her bare feet and she was left stood in her matching white lace lingerie.

"Well this isn't fair,"

(Y/n) dragged her fingertips up his shirt until she was holding the top button and started to undo them, slowly working her way down. With every button she popped free, she leaned close and placed a butterfly kiss down each exposed part of his chest.

It didn't take long until her lips were hovered over the waistband of his jeans but she couldn't move her hands to his belt quick enough. He bent his knees and leaned down and in one swift motion, Eddie had his left arm bound around the back of (Y/n)'s thighs and he lifted her up off her feet. Her arms coiled around his neck and her legs looped around his back so she was perched low on his torso, feeling his belt rubbing against her bare thigh.

He moved his arm so it was tight around her waist, keeping her pinned in place against his chest and his free hand swiped the two bottles of beer off the counter. Eddie downed a large gulp of beer and hazardly slumped the bottles onto the coffee table so he could grab the back of (Y/n)'s thigh and lower her down onto the sofa.

She barely had time to try and sit up before Eddie was moving between her legs, crawling up her frame until he was hovering over her with one hand cupping the back of her neck and the other gripping the back of the sofa to hold himself up.

"Eager?"

"Yep; you're mine all night, I don't have to share you with anyone."

She could feel the hand at the back of her neck tightening until his fingertips were scratching and tangling against her hair. He tilted her head back so she was staring up at him so he could lean down and devour her lips.

He didn't have to share her tonight; there was no waiting around for Chris to fall asleep instead of just lying in bed giggling away to himself. They didn't have to be quiet not to wake him or worry that he would blunder into the room at two in the morning after a nightmare. And they weren't at a family gathering or hanging out with friends where Eddie had to calm himself down and lengthen his patience to share his wife with other people.

She was his and his alone tonight.

"Well then, I think you need help getting out of these,"

Eddie didn't even realise her hands had moved down to his belt until he heard the pin popping out and realised she had undone the buckle. He watched her yank them down to his knees and let him kick them off to the floor. A smirk curved at his lips when he felt her legs coil around his waist and he felt the heels of her feet dig into his lower back, pulling him down to her. He let go of the sofa and let his weight drop onto his thighs between her legs, keeping one hand on the back of her neck while the other moved down to her hip.

His lips attached to her neck but he made a very fast path down her neck and between her cleavage, grinning into her skin when he felt her chest suck inwards and noticed how she held her breath, waiting for his next move.

(Y/n) didn't realise she had closed her eyes until it felt like stars were glistening behind her eyelids. She could feel him biting a bruise into her skin before he tilted his chin down a little more so his nose brushed against the dark mark he'd created as if he was making it better. Her hand moved to tangle in Eddie's hair, something she knew would make him groan if she gave the slightest tug on his roots.

She didn't see the way his smirk turned into something darker and she didn't notice his hand move down from the back of her neck.

His fingers hooked in the middle of her bra that felt as thin and flimsy as clingfilm; just what he needed. His teeth clenched down on the top of the bra and in one swift move, he growled and ripped the material right down the middle. Splitting it in two so he could throw each torn piece against her arms and reveal her chest to his hungry gaze.

"Eddie!" Her fingers tightened in his hair and gave a sharp tug when she realised what he'd done. "I thought you liked these ones," She could barely breathe as she stared down at him through hooded lashes.

She couldn't wear this set anymore, he ruined them.

"I do, but they look so much better off."

"Eddie no-" (Y/n) cut herself off and groaned for two different reasons when he scoured down her body to do the same to the matching underwear.

He hooked his fingers into the middle and grabbed the hem of the underwear around her hip and gave a tug until it tore. The lace threaded and frazzled until it was jagged and loose and he could throw the thin stringy material down to the floor.

That was better.

"Come on then, time for a story." Buck motioned his hands towards the stairs but the smile he'd worn almost all night started to disappear when he looked back at Chris. He let out a little grunt and stood behind the sofa, close enough to the stairs but not actually moving to get up them and Buck knew he could get up the stairs just fine. "You wanna lift up there?"

He reached out to try and pick Chris up but he didn't get close before Chris started to shake his head and his wrists. He flapped his hands out at his sides and clicked his jaw to the left, making a loud open expression but not actually making any noise. Buck hadn't seen that stim before.

"Don't you want to go to bed yet? Your dad told me you always go to bed at eight," He tried to keep his smile as he moved to crouch down in front of Chris to see what the problem was.

Chris pressed his lips together and nodded, flitting his eyes towards the kitchen and back a few times while his hands stayed shaking at his sides like he was getting rid of excess energy.

"Alright then, the spare bed is up there buddy right next to mine. Let's brush our teeth and get that story out your bag."

Buck tried again to reach out and pick Chris up, wondering if it was just the prospect of going upstairs that was the problem since he lived in a bungalow. But the moment he tried to lift him up, Chris squealed. It wasn't a horrid scream or a scared or frightened noise, it was almost exciteable and Buck was sure he heard a small giggle afterwards. He let go of Chris and watched, dumbfounded, as the eight year old flapped his arms like they were wings and slumped down to sit on the floor.

He began to kick his heels against the floor and his upper body rocked back and forth while he bit down on his thumb and made another squeal.

"Am I forgetting something?" Buck's voice was tender and he smiled, sinking back on his heels with his hands resting on his knees. But when Chris nodded, Buck got confused. He couldn't think what he was missing. They had played games, Chris had helped him make pasta for tea and ate two bowls and a huge donut for pudding that was their secret.

He'd found some plastic cups so Chris could play bartender in the bath and got him in his pjs. They had sweets and a Thomas the Tank Engine movie on and now it was time for bed. What was he missing?

"Why don't I call your dad, see if he can tell me what I'm forgetting, eh?"

Another squeal left Chris's lips before Buck was sure he muttered 'mummy' but he couldn't be certain as Chris started another stim. He let go of his thumb and moved to bash the palm of his hand against his lips. It made a funny gasping, popping sound against Chris's fast breaths and reminded Buck of a fish out of water, but he could see Chris wasn't panicking. He was getting a bit aggressive with his stims but he wasn't upset.

Something in his routine just wasn't right.

"Hey Eddie, I-"

"Buck, what's the problem?" He could barely hear Eddie, he sounded like the phone was a mile away from his ear and his voice was very deep. Each word rasped past his lips like he was drowning or running a marathon.

"Are you okay?" Buck lowered his voice while he moved to sit on his bum and bend his knees up to try and be a bit comfier while he sat on the floor with Chris.

"No, I'm kind of in the middle of something and you're interrupting. What's up?"

"Oh!"

Eddie could feel his fingers tensing and crippling with how tightly he was crushing them against the arm of the sofa. His eyes burned into (Y/n)'s when he noticed her trying to reach for the phone, mumbling a forced 'Is Chris okay?' as she tried to grab the phone from between his ear and shoulder.

He growled out a deep breath, tightening his shoulder to his ear before he moved his left hand and grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head against the arm of the sofa. He wasn't giving her the phone because he knew exactly what would happen if he did. Either (Y/n) would end up crumbling and going to pick up Chris, or Chris would hear her voice and want to come home whereas if Eddie could settle whatever was wrong over the phone, they would all win.

Chris would stay at his sleepover, Buck would feel proud and achieved at looking after his nephew and Eddie would keep (Y/n) to himself for the night.

He wiggled his hips forward, pushing (Y/n)'s thighs outwards a bit more before he moved round. His right hand let go of the sofa and he let his chest drop down onto (Y/n)'s with his weight now on his right elbow and his hand holding his phone as his shoulder was starting to hurt. He buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, feeling his hot breaths panting against her throat that was burning and glistening with sweat. And he could feel her hand pawing at his but he didn't let go of her wrist that he kept pinned above her head; she never won against him when he pinned her down like this and they both knew it.

"Buck, it's his bedtime, what's gone wrong?"

"Sorry, uh, it's not gone wrong, we were about to head upstairs and he started stimming, he won't go up. I asked if I'd missed something and he nodded but he won't tell me."

"Okay, have you, um- shit, don't do that!" Eddie pulled his head back up to look down at (Y/n), trying not to break her wrist when she clenched around him and hooked her legs around his hips to pull him closer. She dug her feet into his torso and gave him a sharp tug forward to get his attention but she knew what she was doing and she was winding him up while he was on the phone.

"What are you doing- God, you're not-"

"Yes and you're making it very difficult Buck," He dropped his head back down to rest on (Y/n)'s chest, merging his forehead with her burning skin as he scrunched his eyes tight and tried to think. "He's had a bath, watched a movie? Have you let him finish the whole film?" They learned long ago that if they wanted Chris to go to bed early they had to either put the film on early or start it halfway through. Chris had to watch the end of the film or he wouldn't go to bed.

"Yeah, I did all that like you said. We're sat on the floor, he won't let me take him up to brush his teeth and read a story, what haven't I done?"

"Is he upset, ah just put him on the speaker real quick." Eddie held the phone between him and (Y/n) so she could hear because he couldn't think of the problem. "Chris, it's us buddy, what's wrong you know it's bedtime,"

Buck held the phone out towards Chris who smiled and leaned forward until his head touched his knees and when he leaned back up again, he started to pat his hand against his mouth.

"Mummy… kitchen, mummy make… kitchen," He cut himself off with a loud squeal before he started to rapidly press his hand to his mouth until Buck leaned forward and held his hand in case he started to hurt himself by mistake.

"You want what?" A frown pulled at Eddie's lips and he looked down at (Y/n). He could see the concentration on her face and the confusion pooling in her eyes as she tried to figure out what he was telling her.

He wanted her in the kitchen? He wanted her to do something before he went to bed? He wanted her to make something?

"Oh, milk!"

Buck closed his eyes and tilted his head back when chris squealed so loudly he thought the windows were going to shatter. He nodded and started to clap his hands before he tried to get up and toddle off to the kitchen. That was the missing link in his routine, that was what he wanted because he needed a drink of milk before he went to bed.

"H-he wants a glass of warm milk before he goes to bed, just a small half glass," (Y/n) tightened her legs around Eddie again when he bit down on her neck and grinned into her skin.

She could almost feel the relief radiating off her husband at knowing she had worked out what Chris wanted. They wouldn't have to go pick him up, he was just missing something and now they had found it. Eddie wanted a miracle and he just found one; there was no way he was leaving now.

"That's it, he'll be fine after that?" Buck knew the answer to his own question when he watched Chris open the fridge and point to the carton of milk he couldn't quite reach. He hadn't wanted to go and do it himself, Chris was too polite to barge around the kitchen and demand things but at the same time, he wouldn't settle if something was different.

Ever since he was a toddler, (Y/n) had given him a glass of warmed up milk which he drank in bed while he had his story. That was a cemented block in his routine and he wanted it to stay that way.

"Yeah, he sounds happy enough,"

"God, thank you, thank you!"

"Night Buck."

With a swift click Eddie ended the call and chucked the phone onto the pile of clothes mounted on the floor. He loved his son and he loved Buck like a brother, but he didn't want to see or hear from them until tomorrow afternoon where he could hear all about their day together.

Eddie's all consuming thought and feeling was his wife, wrapped around him like a blanket. He was gonna drag this night out into the morning and make it last as long as he could; he didn't want any more phone calls or concerns or worries. He wanted the boys to be fine so his concentration could be on the person buried beneath him, staring up at him with those deep eyes.

"Where were we?" His voice was deep and (Y/n) could feel the words rumbling up from his chest, vibrating through to her as she reached her hands up to cup his face. Her thumbs smoothed across his cheek and jaw as she pulled him down to her level.

He pecked her lips once, twice, three times before he bit her lower lip and sucked it between his teeth and rutted his hips into hers, finally free to move without being caught on the phone.

The night had only just begun.

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #imagine #911 imagine #911 fox #evan buckley

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hiiiii long time follower and avid reader but first time requesting i want to preface saying that i ADORE everything you write (i do have a soft spot for your angsty pieces bc you always DELIVER) as for the request (i know its pretty trope-y but i cant help that i like it 😭) din djarin x reader where there's (preceived) unrequited love <maybe reader thinks bo katan is better for din because reader isn't a mando> but honestly if this request doesn't inspire your writing powers i will eat up any angst to fluff fic you write with any and all plotlines and characters ❣ thank you for sharing your works here on tumblr im so grateful to have found your blog i really hope you're living your best life irl because your work always lifts me up

That Should Be Me

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: This is the kindest ask/request I’ve ever received🥹🥹 I hope I did your idea justice bb 🖤

Summary: You’ve been traveling with Din and Grogu for quite sometime now as the mechanic for the Razor Crest. But when Bo-Katan joins your group you started feeling a little threatened by her. You’ve had feelings for Din for a long time and Din and Bo just seem to click so well that it makes you feel jealous. Now you, Din, Grogu are on Nevarro right before the Mandalorians leave to reclaim Mandalore and some feelings are brought to the surface.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, jealousy, reader sits on Din's lap, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex (heavy on the semi), no use of y/n

The jealousy stirs in your stomach, watching Din and Bo talk while all of the other Mandalorians celebrate around them. You look down at Grogu, who you’re holding on your hip and he babbles happily. At least he's here to somewhat cheer you up.

The jealousy has been festering for a while, ever since Bo-Katan came to Din’s rescue in the Mines of Mandalore. Grogu came up from the Mines and it was clear that Din needed help. So you and him went back to Bo’s palace much to your chagrin. She brought both of you back to Mandalore and rescued Din. And ever since then she’s been a fixture in your little group.

You watch the way they interact and you can’t help but feel jealous. She’s so strong and a natural born leader. It’s clear that Din holds her in such a high regard. And though you can’t blame him, it still makes you jealous.

You’ve had feelings for Din ever since you started traveling with him and Grogu. You would take care of the Razor Crest’s repairs and in return you’d get a place to stay and food in your stomach.

Once Grogu went to train with Luke you hoped that maybe something would happen between you and Din. But it never did. And you just accepted that your feelings for him were unrequited. You were somewhat accepting of that until Bo-Katan came into the picture. And now watching them together is almost too much to bear.

It’s the night before the Mandalorians are supposed to leave to retake Mandalore. You’re supposed to go with them but your jealousy has you second guessing everything. And before you can even think about whether this is a good idea or not, you're walking over to Din and Bo.

“Din?” you ask, interrupting whatever he and Bo were talking about.

He turns to face you and Grogu.

“Are you two okay?”

“Oh, we’re fine! But can I talk to you about something for a moment?”

“Sure,” he says before turning back to Bo, “I’ll be back.”

Your heart sinks at that as you walk back to the Razor Crest together. You stop at the exit ramp and turn to face him before blurting out, “I don’t think I should go with you all tomorrow.”

You wince in anticipation of his response to which he says, “I was thinking the same.”

Your stomach stirs at his words. He really doesn’t feel the same way and this is clear confirmation of it.

“Okay… um well I’m gonna get him to bed,” you say, referring to Grogu, “It’s getting kind of late. H-have fun,” you finish, your voice cracking.

You don’t even wait for a response from him before turning on your heel and walking up the exit ramp of the Crest, closing it behind you. You get Grogu settled in his hammock for bed before climbing up the ladder to the cockpit and sitting in one of the passenger seats. You put your hand in your hands and let the tears flow. Even though he never confirmed any feelings for you, you’d be happy with just the three of you in your own little group. But then Bo-Katan showed up and so did all of the other Mandalorians and now your Mandalorian is more unavailable than ever.

After a while you hear the exit ramp open again and you know he’s coming back, probably to ask you about your little outburst earlier. He climbs up the ladder and sits in the pilot chair, spinning it around to face you.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he says softly.

“There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine,” you lie.

“We both know that’s not true.”

You’re both silent for a moment. But then you decide it’s better to just get this over with now.

“I was just feeling… jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Of you and Bo-Katan.”

He almost laughs but he restrains himself. “Why would you be jealous of Bo-Katan and I?”

“I just… I see the way you two are together. And it hurts because I have feelings for you but I know I’ll never be good enough. She’s a Mandalorian and I’m not. And I just-”

But you’re cut off by him. “You have feelings for me?”

“…Yes. I just never told you. I guess this whole time I was waiting for you to make the first move but you never did so I just assumed you didn’t feel the same way. And then you told me you didn’t want me to come to Mandalore and I guess I just sort of spiraled.”

Now he’s laughing. But not in a mocking way. Almost like he’s laughing at himself.

“I didn’t want you to come to Mandalore because it’s too dangerous. I never want anything to happen to you. Maybe if both of us had just told each other our feelings sooner we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Our feelings?”

He grabs your hand. “I have feelings for you, cyar’ika. I think I was just too upset with Grogu being gone and then becoming an apostate to fully realize what was right in front of me.”

Maker, all you want to do is kiss him right now but you know you can’t.

“But… I’m not a Mandalorian.”

He laughs again. “It’s not completely unheard of for Mandalorians to be with non Mandalorians, cyar’ika.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sweetheart.”

Oh. Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the pet name. Feeling a little bashful you stand up and say, “Well we should probably get back to the others… right?”

He stands up, too, and says, “We could… or we could do something else.”

His hands find your waist and he pulls you closer before bringing one hand to the waistband of your pants.

“Din! Right here? What if someone outside sees us through the window?”

“So? Isn’t that what you wanted? For everyone to know you’re mine?”

You feel your core tingle in arousal at his words.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Wasting no time at all he pulls down your pants and tugs off one of his gloves before bringing it to your cunt, feeling how wet you are already.

“That did it for you, huh? Just the teasing?”

“Mhm,” you whimper against him as he plays with your cunt, teasing you until you’re soaked enough for entry. He plunges a finger in and you lean into him against his chest plate. His one finger works your walls until you’re begging for more.

“Please, Din. I need more,” you whimper.

“Of course,” he purrs, “You’ve waited for me long enough.”

And on the last word he pushes another finger in, curling both of them against your g-spot until you can barely keep yourself upright. You cum against the beskar chest plate, the cool metal contrasting against the heat rising in your cheeks. You feel your walls tighten and release around them before your wetness slides all the way down to his wrist.

He pulls his hand from you and takes off his other glove. But before you have time to whine at the absence of him inside you he hooks his hands on your hips and places you in front of the control panel and coaxes you to bend over.

You bend over and rest your arms on the control panel, standing on your tiptoes and sticking up your ass for him. Your eyes scan outside the ship; there’s no one around. But Din was right. You really wouldn’t care if someone caught you.

You feel his hand gather your juices, spreading it onto his cock. His hands return to your hips as he enters you, both of you sighing at the feeling of him being inside you at last. He pulls you into him as he thrusts in you, making a mess of you against the control panel. With each drive of his cock inside you he reaches deeper and more intense angles. You push back against him one last time as he fucks you with the most force he’s had so far and you’re coming around him. Your core muscles tighten and relax in rhythmic motions and your release slides down your legs. Your knees buckle underneath you; you can’t keep yourself upright for much longer. But triggered by your own orgasm Din comes, too. He paints your inside with his own release. But you don’t freak out. He knows you have an implant and you’ve been dying for his cum inside you already. He fucks you through his high before pulling out of you and sitting in the pilot seat behind him.

You pull yourself off of the control panel and sit on his lap. You’re both silent, just catching your breath until you ask, “So you don’t want me to come to Mandalore?”

“Stay here where it’s safe, cyar'ika. I’ll come back for you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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