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hitohitonika · 5 days

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Luffy admiring Zoro's back, soft skin without scars, representing his pride as a swordsman.

Which is why he pulls out and comes all over it, the only one that will ever mark Zoro like that.

#these two #i swear #one piece #luffy #roronoa zoro #zolu #luzo #rated: m

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thegrangerarchives · 3 months

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To Woo a Wolf by @juniordreamer

It's been years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Hermione is a Healer specializing in the treatment of non-magic individuals (i.e. muggles) suffering magical injuries. No one knows that Draco Malfoy has been infected with lycanthropy, only that he's retreated from the public eye in exchange for a life of isolation at Malfoy Manor. She doesn't expect a response to her written request for donations or the more personal correspondence that follows.

Rated: M; Chapters: 14

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tomionefinds · 1 year

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Hi, do you have any fics where hermione travels to the past and they meet and establish a relationship but then when she’s thrown forward to her time again she ends up meeting him as Voldemort??

Hey Anon,

We had an ask like this a while ago, and also another in our ask box. Gonna copy/pasta our answers and add a few more I thought of since then. -JD

Building a Mystery by StBridgit M | Complete | 256k Avoidance of death provides a powerful impetus for Lord Voldemort to use more than one method to stay alive. If the Horcruxes were not his final play, what would happen? Would it be worth the price he will pay? Hermione finds herself out of place and out of time. What will she do when there is nowhere to run? A Tomione pairing that morphs into LV/Hermione. Reviews welcome!

A Big Ball of Wibbly-Wobbly by Colubrina M | Complete | 27k The war is over, the good guys have won, and Hermione Granger goes to sleep in her lovely flat only to wake up in 1953 in the bed of someone she’d really much rather were dead. “I’m working on the ‘kill Lord Voldemort now, work out the temporal paradox issues later’ plan,” she tells him. He laughs. Tomione. COMPLETE

Carpe Diem by Bertie Bott M | Complete | 118k The future is explained through the past and everything happens for a reason. Hermione becomes an active part of the history she studies so diligently in class. A dream come true, right? Nothing is as it seems…

Bound by Sharkdiver1980 E/Ma | Complete | 59k After a freak accident occurs while attempting to destroy one of Voldemort’s horcruxes that sends Hermione back in time to the year 1947, she finds herself forcefully subjected to a new law put in place by the ministry to counteract the damage to the wizarding population done by Grindelwald. It was no wonder she had never heard of Proclamation no.1682, otherwise known as “The Marriage Law”, since it had obviously been repealed almost as quickly as it was instated. The problem was, she had already been assigned a husband. HG/TMR

Somewhere in Time by SerpentInRed M | Complete | 345k Sent back in time by a mysterious person and trapped in the past with a missing Dumbledore and an overbearing, charismatic Dark Lord, they had no idea how much they could dabble with time before the world they had known shattered into pieces.

All The Wrong Choices by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers) M | Complete | 165k Hermione Granger is kidnapped by Severus Snape and taken to Lord Voldemort, who behaves in a bizarrely familiar manner with Hermione. When she’s rocketed back in time by Voldemort, she realises just why he knew her so well in the 1990s - it was because he’d known her very well indeed, as Tom Marvolo Riddle, in an entirely different time. She had to go back because she’d been there. But will she stay? Also has a sequel: Clocks Out of Order.

Restricted by Flaignhan T | Complete | 35k What harm ever came from reading a book? TRHG

The Diary by LittleMulattoKitten, weestarmeggie M | WIP | 121k Hermione was suspicious when she found an old journal amongst her things. Tom was intrigued the night someone else's handwriting appeared in his diary. Lord Riddle watches his past unfold from Hermione's side of the timeline to make sure history repeats itself without Albus's interference.

#tomione #time turner/time travel #complete #time jumping #hermione goes back to the future #met: at Hogwarts #volmione #rated: m

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mhathotfic · 10 months

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I have to go to bed but I’m up thinking thoughts of big dog hybrid Kirishima who grew up with you and is now struggling with the pain of fully developing into an adult hybrid and getting these awful bouts of lust that he can’t satisfy because he’s lusting for the one person he isn’t supposed to look at like that.

But when he closes his eyes and wraps his hand around his dick, it’s you that comes to mind. Images of you in all sorts of naughty situations and positions flooding his mind

#bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #thirst post #rated: m

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goblininawig · 1 year

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A Galaxy of Hope | Update | Din Djarin x You

A Galaxy of Hope

Din Djarin takes a simple job, escorting you to your future husband's home. But nothing goes as planned, and your journey together leads in a different direction entirely.

The Stranger (Chapter 1)

Din Djarin is attacked by pirates, and forced to land on a planet for repairs. It just so happens to be the planet that you're living on. And his appearance sets things into motion that will change your life forever.

The Forest (Chapter 2)

The Mandalorian is your escort as you journey through an ancient forest, heading to your future husband.

The Dishonor (Chapter 3)

You and the Mandalorian arrive at Lord Karoun's city, where nothing goes as you expected.

The Decision (Chapter 4)

The Mandalorian makes an offer you choose to accept.

The Gauntlet (Chapter 5)

You and the Mandalorian stop on Cantonica for supplies.

The Rodian (Chapter 6)

You travel with Din Djarin from Cantonica to Eriadu.

The Retreat (Chapter 7)

You help Din recover from his injury.

The Bond (Chapter 8)

You and Din grow closer during your stay on Eriadu.

The Blaster (Chapter 9)

You learn a new skill, and Din resumes his search through the Outer Rim.

The Dalliance (Chapter 10)

You and Din spend the night on Lothal.

The Marketplace (Chapter 11)

You and Din travel from Lothal to Felucia.

The Death (Chapter 12)

You travel with Din from Felucia to Mon Cala, where he's attacked again.

#the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #mando smut #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandaloria/reader #reader insert #read on ao3 #female reader #rated: m #goblininawig

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diacripticcomplex · 6 months

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Yui’s POV:

The blood dripped down my thighs, I could feel it drying up very quickly. The puncture holes that Shu created were deep..He enjoys when I’m in pain, but still he finds ways to bring me pleasure…for a time I thought that Shu possibly felt something for me whenever he would kiss me or snuggle up to me, I definitely had strong feelings for him...I hated him. I never thought I was capable of feeling this type of hate for anyone but I need to remind myself he and all of his brothers are vampires, they do not care for me beyond being their personal blood bag. There was a moment where I did try to sympathize with him and instantly came to regret it soon after..I chose Shu because he seemed different from all of his brothers, less interested and extremely lazy but I found out, rather quickly he is just as bad as all of them..possibly even worse. I hate him..I hate everything about him, I hate how he makes me feel so used, I hate how he calls me a slut I hate everything about Shu..but my body craves him and possibly my heart too..

No one's POV:

Yui laid in her bed, all sore and covered in bites, tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, she took a pillow and began screaming into it, then threw it across the room with all her remaining strength. "I'm tired of this...I'm so tired of it all..no one will miss me if I die.." she kept chanting to herself, she found herself walking up the stairs of the manor, approaching the top floor then going to the roof of the manor. She looked down to see if the fall could possibly kill her. It looked like it could, she stood by the edge, "no one will miss me, I will finally be at peace..." a chant she kept saying.

“Humans really are weak…I torment you a little and you give up so quickly” a deep, tired voice lets out, Yui turns around and in behind her stands Shu, expressionless as always. “Go away” she said lowly, “what was that? I couldn’t hear you” he replies back taking a step closer to her. “Go away from me….Leave me alone!” She lets out, more loudly much to Shu’s irritation he lets out a sigh. “Get down from there now” she wanted to listen to him because she felt as thought he finally cared for her but then in the back of her mind the suicidal thoughts took over, ‘he doesn’t care for me…only for my blood’ her mind repeated this constantly and it pained her, she began to cry and then turned back around looking down at the edge, Shu still appeared emotionless but he reacted rather quickly. He pulled her to him and embraced her tightly, she knew not to fall for it so she did not hug him back, he brought her back inside of the manor, into his room.

Shu plopped down onto his bed and motioned his hands to Yui, signaling for her to come lie down with him, she wanted to feel some type of loving right now so she obeyed, they snuggled in silence, until he began to trace his fingers by her thighs, making his way to her butt. He began to rub her butt with his hand, causing her to blush but she did not say or do anything.

Yui’s POV:

Shu was touching me, but not the way he would before attempting to take my blood, he seemed to try and genuinely make me feel comfortable and loved…I’m not sure why, my heart and body are craving his touch, I want him in me..God forgive me for these sinful thoughts but I desire him more than anything, oh please let him learn to love me and I will devote myself to him…I was too much in my head I didn’t realize that he slipped his hand in my underwear and began to rub it up and down with fingers, I let out small gasps..it felt so good, I wanted more, I needed more. He began to flick and play with my clit, I had my legs up , holding them for him, he continued to finger me, then I noticed his face getting closer to my area, he kissed it, then began to lick but stopped for a second. He laid down and motioned his hands to me, I looked at him confused but I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to sit on his face and I wanted to do that ever so badly. But I played stupid I wanted him to say it. “I want your ass on my face” he means to 69. I did as he said, before he began licking or sucking on me he took out his hard dick, I took it in my hands and jerked it a bit but I wanted to suck it, who cares for innocence at this point…I licked it around and started to suck down on it boppin my head back and forth, he let out slight moans of pleasure but began to lick mine , and suck on mine, I began grinding my lower body against his face and this caused him to grab my ass and smack it , he licked and fingered me at the same time I wanted to cum so badly, he was going fast and hard. I know I wasn't doing a good job at sucking his dick, "turn around, I want you face me while being on me" I did as he said, my area was right on his face, he seemed to be enjoying himself, he took his hands and grabbed my butt cheeks so tightly, I knew for a fact it let his finger prints. I began moaning and begging him to let me cum, he chuckled and stopped "you really are my slut...but I must punish you for trying to take your own life" my moaning stopped when these words came out his mouth and a harsh bite was placed in my area, I screamed in pain. He sucked on it greedily, I felt paralyzed...I was stupid enough to get into this and now I am suffering for it, he rips out his fangs from my area harshly and throws me off of him onto the bed. I attempt to get out, I want to leave..but he grabs my wrists and pins them down, pressing all his body weight onto me, my area is burning and stinging I want out from there, he lifts up one of my legs, and starts kissing my inner thigh , then bites it even more harshly "Shu stop..!" I cry out, he shoves his finger into my mouth to shut me up, I bite hard on his finger causing him to bleed, I taste his blood it doesn’t have the metallic taste…he gets his finger out of my mouth quickly and chokes me hard. “I’m going to make you scream so loud, it’ll be a song for the histories” he takes out his dick and jams it into me, no teasing no foreplay, he thrusts into me hard and fast, it hurts so badly i cry out, I’m not sure if the blood from the bite on my area was making it wet down there or if I was turned on but I felt it gushing, he commented on how wet I was and how dirty that made me, I hated him and loved him at the same time. He stopped and turned me around, my back was arched on all fours and he pounded into me, I couldn't help but moan...he was panting and groaning, he thrusted one hard stroke before pulling out and turning me over, I was facing him, he combusted all over my face and chest..then he grabbed my face, traced his cream around my lips then opened my mouth and made me taste it, it was embarrassing...but I began to taste it , taking my hands and wiping it off of myself just to lick it in front of him, I began moaning while doing it, making him chuckle "enjoying that? What a dirty girl..."

#diabolik lovers #smut #rated: m #shu x yui #shu sakamaki #yui komori #tw: suidice #trigger words #fanfic #oneshot #diabolik boys #dialovers #sakamaki brothers

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swsapphics-ao3feed · 13 days

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by Sixes_and_Sevens

All things being said, well, almost all things. Best thing about being Mand'alor -- Bo-Katan always gets what she wants, in the end.

Words: 1638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Armorer Gets A Name and a Face

Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze

Relationships: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze

Additional Tags: nitearmor, armorkatan, Black!Armorer, Strap-Ons

#Sixes_and_Sevens #the armorer/bo-katan #The Armorer #Bo-Katan Kryze #nitearmor #armorkatan #Rated: M #word count: 1k - 3k #ao3feed

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ineffableclassics · 8 days

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Aziraphale and Crowley never meet in Eden and the pair go on through time believing that other is the enemy. With Armageddon quickly approaching, Crowley is sent on an important assignment: to kill the angel and retrieve the flaming sword.

Things go sideways, however, when Crowley is severely injured. As Aziraphale naively nurses the demon back to health, Crowley begins to wonder if he'll be able to go through with it after all...

Words: 12,172

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

#fanfic #fanfic cover #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfiction recs #good omens fandom #ineffable husbands #rated: m

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starlightoffandoms · 2 months

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A collection of stories from my 'Story Ideas' note on my phone.

Saving Grace

Dean's a nurse who moonlights saving people off the record who can't afford medical assistance. One night he gets blindfolded and taken to help save a man's life. That man is the crime boss Castiel Dmitri. Dean's life turns interesting when Castiel decides he wants more from Dean.

All or Nothing

Dean gets injured by a client and sent to the hospital. It sets his life on a new path when the lawyer of that client proposes a new line of work. Dean is living in half-truths with his newest mark, Castiel Novak. Castiel was divorced after a marriage of convenience and business stopped being prudent. He's instantly taken with the green-eyed man that made him laugh in the cafe. Unexpectedly, they both fall for each other hard.

Coded Flags

What if they killed the yellow-eyed demon earlier? What if John had loved the boys enough to leave them with Bobby? What if Dean went on to live his own life?

Dean decided to step away from the hunter's life and settle down. He needed to find himself. Figure out who he was away from his overbearing father and a path that had been laid out for him. He found his way in the world and befriended a band of merry creatures that introduced him to be whoever he wanted to be.

#destiel #rated: m #spn #spn fic #supernatural #bottom dean #tj writes fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #💚🩵

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skyler10fic · 2 months

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Hey Sweetheart: Ch. 1 Carol Surprises Daisy

By Skyler10

Summary:

Carol is away for a conference and Daisy is home alone, but Carol has a Valentine’s surprise in store that finds Daisy in an opportune moment. (Rated M)

Notes: I had this idea and then two more, so enjoy this first chapter and then eventually, there will be two more chapters with two rewrites with a similar general premise but with key tweaks that change the story!

Written for the @ficwip Hey Sweetheart event 2024.

Read on Ao3

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Flowers seemed to haunt Carol the longer she was away for work. This time of the year, the city was full of flower vendors on every corner with bouquets for Valentine’s Day. Roses, especially, were everywhere she looked, but others too. The hotel her conference was in was decorated with florals. The chic restaurant for their first night’s dinner and debrief session? The Lily and Lilac. The next night, the team grabbed food and drinks at a gastropub with artistically modern daisies on the menu. Even one of the presentations used aerodynamic models based on various seed and pollen shapes to describe how their aircraft would fly through the wind. Another day included a tour of a lab next to a greenhouse full of flowers for the upcoming romantic holiday. Each flower made her think of Daisy Johnson, her fiancee back at home.

The worst was yet to come: traditionally, the last night was the association president’s ball, a dressy dinner and dance where everyone paired up or partners would fly in early for a vacation starting after the business of the conference was over the next day. And this year’s ball would fall on Saturday, February 14. Daisy wouldn’t be one of the partners joining the fun, however, with a major deadline at work on unlucky Friday the 13th. Carol pictured herself dressed up for no reason, sitting alone in the hotel ballroom, watching all the couples dancing and singles flirting with each other, if only for the night. She’d probably drink too much champagne and wake up Daisy with a far-too-late phone call, moaning about wishing she was there and counting down the hours until they’d be reunited in 48 hours. Daisy would try to stay awake, but eventually Carol would let her go back to sleep, and then Carol would sit in her hotel room, hearing the echoes of partygoers stumbling back to their rooms for Valentine’s Day sex. She’d lie awake, wondering why agreed to come here at all. And Carol felt guilty that Daisy would be home feeling just as lonely and maybe resentful as she spent their only Valentine’s Day as an engaged couple alone.

But it was still Wednesday, February 11 for another hour, an hour filled with guilt, dread, anxiety over her presentation the next day, and exhaustion that brought hot tears to Carol’s eyes as she lay in her hotel bed in the dark. Carol’s best friend and fellow aerospace engineer Maria Rambeau snored in the other queen bed a few feet away, and Carol came back to the present. She wiped away the tears and reminded herself she was being silly. No use being depressed over something that hadn’t even happened yet.

The next day, February 12, Maria stood next to Carol as they watched rows and rows of flowers being wheeled into that same hotel ballroom for a wedding happening in that space after their conference’s main session had ended for the day. It was a busy hotel, and the staff were under tight deadlines to get the wedding reception in and out before the aerospace association needed the space again. Carol and Maria had just stopped in to see what all the hustle and bustle was about and stayed, curious to see the end result.

Maria cleared her throat, and Carol raised an eyebrow as she turned to catch Maria’s glance.

“Congratulations on your panel today,” Maria began. “You nailed it.”

“But?” Carol drew out, knowing there was more.

Maria shrugged. “That’s the last thing you had to be here for. You can go be where you really want to be.”

“What?” Carol scrunched her brow. “I thought you wanted me here.”

“I did, and you were great!” Maria turned to face Carol fully. “But I know that look. And you’re not really here, are you? And I’m just sayin’, you don’t need to be. We’ve got this. You did your part.”

Carol sighed, knowing where she was going with this. “I can’t. You all supported me through my panel. It’s only fair that I stay—”

Maria held up a hand. “We’re good. I know where your head is. Are you really going to get home to your fiancee late at night on February 15 with some discount chocolates from the airport? I don’t think so. Not on my watch.”

Carol had to admit, with all the Valentine’s romance in the air, she missed Daisy so much it ached. “Are you sure? Then you’ll be all alone here… I hate having to choose one or the other.”

Maria sent Carol a look of disbelief. “Alone? I don’t think so. I’ve got the whole team. And, the cutie from JPL is here. Remember Florida? Trust me, I’ve got Valentine’s Day covered.”

The hotel events manager walked in their direction to kick Carol and Maria out of the ballroom, so the conversation was over and the decision was made. Carol let her department manager and office administrator know she was taking advantage of the flexible dates of her airline ticket and coming home early. The soonest flight she could get would leave early on the 14th, and Carol would be home in plenty of time to surprise Daisy for Valentine’s Day weekend.

Conversely, it seemed like Daisy was being haunted by calendars. There were the usual, like work calendars that got subdivided into project calendars, and the usual phone app filled with the minutia of life. But now there was a shared calendar with Carol as they merged their lives and a related but more specific wedding planning calendar app with suggestions and recommendations for all of the deadlines to put down deposits and make decisions and hire professionals of various wedding expertise.

She wasn’t exactly royalty, but as the genius rising star daughter of Stark Industries’ VP of Strategy and Mr. Stark’s own private pilot, Daisy also wasn’t the typical codemonkey in her social circles either. She’d grown out of the “prodigy” compliments, but she still carried the heavy weight of being Somebody in her company, expected to do great things. She was marrying another former “prodigy.” A girl who had designed rockets at 16 that impressed not only Tony Stark, but his Pentagon contact, Nick Fury. Fury had instructed Stark that either Carol would be interning at Stark Industries with a path toward a career there or Fury was giving her an offer that led to her eventually becoming Stark’s competition within the Department of Defense itself.

Thus, Daisy met the love of her life while feeling highly praised but extraordinarily lonely as the youngest intern in her dad’s division. The two teens bonded and grew from coworkers to friends to inseparable best friends to head-over-heels lovers over the past decade. Between their jobs and grad school and financial independence, marriage had always been assumed but so far down the calendar, it hardly seemed worth stressing about. An inevitability, but vaguely so.

Now, the aforementioned calendars and planners and to-do lists stared Daisy down. She groaned and rubbed her eyes as she tried to answer the prompts in the wedding planning guide. “Fill these pages out separately, and then come together to talk through your expectations of your special day!” the guide instructed.

“Carol better be doing this on the plane home on Sunday,” Daisy grumbled. She should text her, just as a reminder.

“How was your day?” Daisy started. Best to check in first before being a nag.

“Ugh, long,” came Carol’s reply. “But more flowers everywhere today. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Miss you. :( “

The text was accompanied by a photo of the wedding flower arrangements.

“150 days.” Daisy intended it to mean the countdown to their wedding, as the countdown widget on her computer reminded her. But it also felt like how long it had been without each other. The self-pity was strong in this apartment tonight.

Before Daisy could remind Carol about the wedding planning guide prompts, Carol asked if she was free the day after tomorrow.

Daisy snorted and sent back a laughing emoji. “Yeah, my Valentine is away for work. I’m going to be home with takeout and a spreadsheet of info on every wedding venue in the metro area.” She added a melting face emoji. Maybe she wanted Carol to feel a little guilty. Carol would be off having fun with their work friends from her team. And with all their other friends going out with their own Valentines, Daisy would be sitting on this same couch missing her, alone.

“We can do better than that,’ Carol sent back cryptically. “Don’t plan anything. I have an idea.”

“???” Daisy sent back.

“Nope. Surprise,” Carol returned, then “gtg, early start tomorrow.”

Daisy sent back a simple “I love you” with a purple heart, which Carol returned, with a red one. They exchanged goodnights with kiss emojis as well, and Daisy was left to try to answer what her ideal wedding aesthetic would be, how many people to invite, and whether the ceremony would be any flavor of religious/spiritual.

“It’s too late for this.” Daisy mumbled to her laptop and shut the lid. She had been staying up later and later this week, dreading going to bed without Carol. At first, many years ago now, sleeping together had been nearly impossible without staying up all night touching and making out and talking. Now, it was hard to sleep deeply without each other, they were so used to each other’s presence. The bed just felt so empty.

Eventually, Daisy did fall asleep and dreamt that the huge arrangement of wedding flowers from the text Carol had sent were being served as the cake. She shouted for the baker to not cut into the arrangement with a huge knife, but it turned out to be simply a delicious, if hyperrealistically beautiful, cake after all.

Maybe it was just a silly thought, but the reassurance in the dream that what seemed like a horrible mistake was actually a wonderful creation stuck with her throughout the next day. As tempting as it was to let her grumpiness over missing Carol sour her mood, she couldn’t shake the feeling that in the end, things would be okay after all. Daisy talked herself into making peace with the circumstances and not subconsciously holding it against Carol that she couldn’t be there. It wasn’t like she set the date of the conference, and the holiday was just a made-up date on the calendars that were surrounding her from all directions. So what if that date was blank on all of them?

Daisy closed out of her personal calendar and focused on her work one. If she got this week’s project done, she could leave the office this dreary winter Friday feeling free and ready for whatever the weekend held, even if it was just a quick video call with her fiancee tomorrow night and a trip to the store for 50% off chocolate on Sunday.

Saturday morning, February 14, Carol could barely contain her excitement as she boarded her plane home. She was practically bouncing in her seat. She’d passed a jewelry store that morning on her way to get coffee and donuts from a trendy place a block away from their hotel, and now the perfect pair of earrings was safe in her bag, gift wrapped by the store.

She’d stop on her way home from the airport for part 2: a bouquet of roses like the ones she’d been seeing all week.

“In a hurry to get home?” her seatmate asked. He was probably mid-30s, wearing a hot pink tie and French-manicured nails. His tiny dog napped in a carrier at his feet under the seat.

“Yeah,” Carol admitted. “Is it that obvious?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“I’m surprising my fiancee by getting home early for Valentine’s Day,” Carol confided.

The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Girl! That’s romantic! And do you have plans for what you’re going to do with … him? Them?”

“Her.” Carol smiled. “Yeah, she has a favorite place I’m going to order dinner from, but I think we’ll probably spent most of it wedding planning.”

The man sighed. “Oh no, baby, no. My husband and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage this year, 15 years together, so trust me when I say, the wedding planning stress is not the romantic Valentine’s Day it sounds like. Go out, be young, have fun, or stay in and, you know, have fun there too, but trust me, vendor websites are not date night, especially having to find ones that aren’t jerks about people like us.”

“Good to know.” Carol worried her lip. Perhaps she had jumped into this plan a little early with excitement to get home, but not a romantic enough Valentine’s Day strategy after she got there.

Their drinks came and the man popped in his earbuds to watch a movie, but Carol signed up for the in-flight Wi-Fi instead and brainstormed date night ideas in their city that wouldn’t break the bank or be too booked up for Valentine’s Day already.

Honestly, she just wanted to be home, just the two of them. But Daisy was probably ready to get out and do something special. Elegant restaurants in their part of the city were all booked, and none of the plays or concerts or even movies seemed very romantic or their taste. She made a list of some ideas, varying from an evening at the planetarium’s wine-and-cheese adults-only night to cooking something more gourmet than usual at home. Whatever Daisy felt like doing was fine with Carol, so long as they were together.

Carol closed her eyes and rested back against the plane seat. She tried to remember every Valentine’s Day they’d ever spent together, even when they were awkward teenagers and then even more awkward university students realizing their bond was undeniably romantic. Her lips quirked at the memory of their first as a romantic couple, seeing each other in an entirely different light and nervous in a way they had never been before. They’d visited a lesbian bar that Valentine’s Day and—once the older women there learned of their baby gay status and new coupledom—received a baptism by full immersion into the queer culture of their city.

The bar had closed a few years ago, but they still followed the regular drag performers on social media and went to some of their shows. If only it were still open, that could have been a fun trip down memory lane for a Valentine’s date. Carol opened her eyes long enough to write down “queer bar” on her ideas list. She closed them again to think of more and relive their earlier years.

The next thing she knew, they were landing, and she was awakening from a much-needed nap.

Daisy kept her phone nearby all day. Carol hadn’t explained what their long-distance plan for Valentine’s Day was today, and she wasn’t answering Daisy’s texts. Probably busy with her conference all day. Daisy sighed and went about her unromantic day. They’d been together so long, she supposed it was time they settled into being an old married couple, even if they weren’t technically married yet. Just an ordinary cold, rainy, winter Saturday with laundry and catching up on personal emails and a virtual yoga class. As she ate lunch and checked in with her hacktivist group chat, her podcast playlist started an episode about “how to spice it up in the bedroom.” Not very useful to distract herself from missing Carol. She switched it to an algorithmically generated mix, but the first song, then the second, and third were all extremely horny.

“Not helping!” Daisy said out loud to the music app as a fourth song came on with the perfect lyrics and rhythm for a sex playlist. She turned on the TV and picked up where she’d left off before with a historical romance series that Jemma had recommended. Neither Carol nor Fitz were interested in the storyline, so it was something Daisy and Jemma watched separately and chatted about without their partners. It was much spicier than Jemma let on, with plenty of eye candy of all genders.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Daisy mumbled to herself as the tall, dark, and handsome male lead revealed chiseled perfect abs. But she was too far in to stop now, and she knew she’d regret not catching up while Carol was away. Still she sent a text asking Carol to just check in when she had a chance. Realistically, she knew Carol was just busy with her meetings, and she didn’t really know what she’d say anyway. Like, “I know you’re having important business meetings but got some time for middle-of-the-afternoon phone sex with your bored fiancee?” Not the best timing.

Daisy decided to give in and take care of the problem herself. It’d been a while since she’d needed to alone, but it’d been a long week and she was being haunted by sex everywhere she turned. So with plenty of time and no one else home, Daisy headed to their bedroom and opened the drawer of vibrators and various toys and accessories. She picked one of her favorites and put on more of the sexy music. She laid down on the bed and pulled up her long loose shirt. She touched herself lazily over her yoga pants, letting her memories in this bed come back in detail. Her fingers snuck under the band of her yoga pants and into her underwear, and she teased herself until she was ready to kick things up a notch. She pulled off her pants and underwear, and set the vibrator to its lowest setting. Might as well make this last.

She thought of Carol’s tongue on her, Carol’s fingers inside her, Carol’s hands grabbing and taking what she desired, Carol’s lips at Daisy’s neck and breasts and panting her name.

Daisy let out an involuntary mewl and bucked her hips. Alone in her imagination, she was free to relish in fantasies that would never work in real life, like not having enough hands to hold on to each other, support themselves, touch everywhere, and finger-fuck at the same time. She imagined a position where their labia slotted together perfectly to get each other off, for another example. Before she could get too into the physics of it, her clit demanded her full attention. Her orgasm swept over her in a delicious wave, but she was having too much fun. She kept going, chasing another high in her fantasyland.

Hearing the door to the garage open, therefore, jolted her harshly out of her fantasies and sent her heart rate skyrocketing for a different reason. She turned off the vibe, set it aside carefully, and stood up but froze, listening for confirmation that she had actually heard something, and if she had, what the intruder’s next move would be. She debated whether her martial arts skills were enough to disarm them if they had a gun or if she should hide. What kind of intruder just walks in in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, anyway? She heard rustling in the hallway coming toward her and grabbed her phone on the bedside table to call the police, but just as she did, Carol rounded the corner with the biggest grin on her face, her rolling luggage behind her, and roses in her hand.

“Ta DAAAA!”

“OH-MY-GOD!” Daisy gasped.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” Carol sang with a smirk. She set her bags off to the side and the bouquet on the bedside table. “I see you’ve been busy without me.”

Daisy blushed and looked down at her state of undress. Her long shirt was barely covering her. “Ah. No pants.”

“No pants,” Carol confirmed with a filthy grin. “Surprise!”

“Surprise!? I thought you were someone breaking in!” Daisy’s brain caught up with her adrenaline, and she watched Carol’s grin fade. Daisy launched herself into her fiancee’s arms. “You’re home! How are you home?”

Carol captured Daisy’s lips for a searing, desperate kiss. Just as Daisy decided the answer didn’t matter so long as Carol never stopped kissing her, Carol backed away and answered breathlessly. “I finished my panel, and Maria said I should come home, so I did. She could tell my heart and head were here anyway, and I wanted to surprise you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Daisy couldn’t stop kissing Carol, and Carol was happy to oblige her half-naked fiancee. Carol pressed a thigh between Daisy’s and rolled her hips, making Daisy whine.

“You were only gone a week. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this.” Daisy tried to regain some self-control, and her fingers found their home in Carol’s hair, lightly brushing in that way that always made Carol sigh in contendedness. “I can’t believe you came home early for me.”

Carol soothed her thumb across Daisy’s cheek and met her dark eyes, blown wide with desire. “I missed you so much. Every minute.”

“I missed you too. Obviously.” She rolled her eyes self-deprecatingly at her libido getting the better of her a moment ago. “But seriously, all this wedding planning made it harder this time.”

“Yeah, for me too. There was a wedding at the hotel and all this Valentine’s stuff…” She pulled away slightly and reached for her tablet. “I filled out the questions we were supposed to do on our own, though. And I have some leads on vendors we can afford.”

“Oh god, thank you. You’ve never been hotter, just so you know.” Daisy took the tablet from Carol, but instead of looking at Carol’s answers, she set it on the bedside table with her phone and the vibrator.

“Mmm, spreadsheets of URLs and budget items, so sexy,” Carol teased, resting her wrists on Daisy’s shoulders and massaging the back of Daisy’s neck.

Daisy shook her head. “I know we sound, like, a hundred years old right now, but seriously, this stuff is driving me crazy and knowing there’s less of it left to do is very attractive.”

“We’ll get through it all … every detail …. together,” Carol promised between light kisses. “But tonight, no logistics or schedules. Just you and me, whatever you want.”

“Oh! Oh no. We don’t have any plans or reservations or tickets to anything. I’m sure everything in the city’s been sold out for weeks. Where can we even go?” Daisy laughed at the sudden reversal of her dilemma.

Carol switched apps on her tablet and showed Daisy. “I made a list of a few things on the plane. Clubbing in our slutty clothes? Wine and cheese gala in our dressiest black tie? Indoor picnic? Ice skating at the mall?”

“Really covering all your bases there,” Daisy laughed as she read down the eclectic list.

“I like to be prepared.” Carol returned the tablet to the bag at her feet and brought Daisy in for another kiss. Daisy’s hands wandered, reunited with their favorite territory to explore, and Carol’s dipped under the oversized shirt until they found Daisy’s bare ass.

After a while, when their tongues had had time for a proper greeting, Daisy pulled away and shook her head. “Never mind the list. I can’t even think about going out, not yet.”

Carol licked her bottom lip and her eyes sparkled. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have you thinking about one thing and one thing only.”

“Only one? I can think of at least a dozen things I want to do to you,” Daisy challenged. Carol reached for Daisy’s shirt and stripped it off over her head, which Daisy took as her cue to unbutton and unzip Carol’s jeans so Carol could step out of them, then shortly after, Daisy’s bra joined them on the floor. They continued until they were both completely bare.

“No reason to rush, though,” Carol considered as she tossed her own shirt into the hamper. “It’s only 3:00 and we have all day and night.”

Daisy climbed onto the bed again and lay down on her side so that Carol would mirror her, but then as soon as Carol did, Daisy rolled on top to straddle Carol’s hips.

“Then there’s just one question left,” Daisy teased.

“How many times we want to come?” Carol suggested and let her fingers trail down from Daisy’s neck to massage her breasts.

“Mmm, that too,” Daisy chuckled softly and leaned down, giving Carol an excellent view. “I meant: Will you be my Valentine’s Sweetheart?”

“As long as we both shall live,” Carol promised. She used her free hand to weave her fingers gently through Daisy’s hair and drew her down for a kiss to kick off their afternoon of lovemaking.

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Galaxy of Hope | Update | Mandalorian x You

A Galaxy of Hope

Din Djarin takes a simple job, escorting you to your future husband's home. But nothing goes as planned, and your journey together leads in a different direction entirely.

The Stranger (Chapter 1)

The Forest (Chapter 2)

The Mandalorian is your escort as you journey through an ancient forest, heading to your future husband.

The Dishonor (Chapter 3)

You and the Mandalorian arrive at Lord Karoun's city, where nothing goes as you expected.

The Decision (Chapter 4)

The Mandalorian makes an offer you choose to accept.

The Gauntlet (Chapter 5)

You and the Mandalorian stop on Cantonica for supplies.

The Rodian (Chapter 6)

You travel with Din Djarin from Cantonica to Eriadu.

The Retreat (Chapter 7)