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the-bad-batch · 1 year

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Reader Masterlist

Melissa Schemmenti

Make you Feel My love - Set after Season 2 Episode 18. You go home to find Melissa upset and angrily sorting her closet after the events of the staff room argument. You comfort her as she confides in you with a new insecurity.

Coffee Mugs & Cronuts - Melissa has a bad weekend, unfortunately for you, you catch her on a bad day. After breaking her coffee mug and spilling the coffee all over yourself, you argue. Melissa says things that break your heart and you spend the rest of the week avoiding her. Both of you unaware of the love you share for each other.

Finding Happiness with You - Jacob and Janine are back at Melissa's for further cooking lessons. Neither know that you and Melissa live together, after falling in love when you join the school as the new third grade teacher.

I was meant to love you - You were seven when your soulmate tattoo appeared.

"You’re bleeding, are you alright? I’ll kill him."

You’re the only redhead I want - Melissa overhears a conversation between you and Jacob and mistakenly believes you're in a secret relationship and unwilling to tell her. She begins to avoid you until you're forced to take action.

She’s everything I’ve been prayin for - After a one night stand with a beautiful redhead, you rush out of her home and to your new job only to find her sat in the staff room. To your delight she seems to have enjoyed the night before just as much as you do and can't help teasing you about it. 18+

What We Do In The Dark - Melissa x OC

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of Ell, who will change her life forever. 18+

I think this is when I set myself free - A year ago, you left your home with Melissa, leaving your engagement ring in her hand after she'd told you to leave. Now, you stand in front of her at the annual Schemmenti party, ready to finally get the closure to leave before you try to move on from her.

If only moving on from her was possible.

Bo-Katan Kryze

She will change everything series:

A Future Uncertain - You find yourself following Din to Kalevala to check in on Bo-Katan after her home is destroyed. You're yet to take the creed and get your armour. Having been told to take time to discover yourself and see if the Creed is meant for you. You're Certain of your future until the former Princess of Mandalore stands before you.She's going to change everything.

Show Yourself - Mandalore is being restored. Bo has rebuilt on Kalevala. You're now a Mandalorian having finally taken the creed but you can't get Bo off your mind. So you find yourself stood in front of her palace, unsure why you can't get the former Princess off your mind.

Hit me with your best shot - Satine’s mark is simply “Duchess.

”She’d begged Bo to show her the moment it had appeared and she’d refused until her pleading got too much. Satine had smiled, big and toothy like she always did whenever she was truly happy. All she’d uttered was how appropriate.

Lady Bo-katan Kryze, people have always told me of your beauty, wish they’d warned me about how hard you hit.

One under the light of Mandalore - You organise a party at the palace and invite the new republic cities, as well as those who you believe will benefit being aligned with Mandalore. Your wife sits upon the Throne and you find yourself playing diplomat when you run into an old friend.

I want you Mentally and Physically - After Bo confirms that all you are is fuck buddies, you decide to wind her up by flirting with your closest friends. What could possibly go wrong? 18+

Bo-Katan Kryze & The Armorer

Forever & Ever Series

I think I could love you forever - A nomad former Jedi, you find yourself on Mandalore after saving a Mandalorian child from Storm Troopers. There you meet the Manda'lor and her adviser plus a friend from your past you thought was lost. Convinced you would be better off on your own, your thrown into turmoil when you realise your connection the Manda'lor and her Advisor is more than just attraction.

Ghosts of our Past - As your relationship with both Bo and The Armorer continues, your past continues to haunt you. You can't forget the night everything changed for you, when your friends and family were killed by the Empire during Order 66. Luckily for you, you have supportive partners and friends.

In My Dreams - Although you're married to Bo, you can't help but wonder what it would be like if you both introduced Ahsoka and The Armorer into your bedroom and Bo, ever the perfect wife wants to make your dreams come true. 18+ Only

Fennec Shand

You can confide in me - The first time you see Fennec, she hasn't slept for days. Slowly, you manage to get her to confide in you and eventually, you begin to confide into you.Jedi/Book store owner reader.

Agatha Harkness

May Angels Lead you In - Agatha mourns the loss of her lover after her lover has lost the battle with her mental health. She receives comfort from the one person who can understand her loss. *Trigger Warning for Suicide here*

Miscommunications and M&MS - “Are you jealous?” You can’t help but be amused as Agatha continues to move around your room in the new and improved Avenger’s compound.

“No, I’m not!” She huffs and you lean against the sofa as you continue to watch her pick up her books and pile them on one of the many small tables scattered around the room.

“Oh, you really are jealous!” You let out a laugh, before your smile fades slightly. “Wait, why would you be jealous?”

Lin Beifong

Stop Talking - You are Zhu Li's little sister. You've managed to get a job as Lin Beifong's assistant and are tired of watching her work herself into the ground. It had nothing to do with the giant unrequited crush you'd got on her right?

Are you Mine? (I’m yours) - You bring Lin her dinner but she's not in the mood to eat. *Explicit Smut* 18+

You don’t see me (Not how I see you) - You've been with Lin for years but you've never been her priority. So you leave.

Desperate for you - Lin's tied up in front of you, desperate for you and you've never seen anything sexier. *Explicit Smut* 18+

Maria Hill

I can’t lose you - You're injured as the Avengers battle Abomination, Maria reacts.

I’m Home (In your arms) - Maria returns from Space after a year and you're just happy shes home.

#Maria Hill x Reader #Lin Beifong x Reader #Melissa Schemmenti X Reader #Fennec Shand x Reader #Bo-Katan x Reader #Agatha harkness x reader #The Armorer x Reader

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imarvelatthestars · 7 months

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aalar [v. AH-lar] - to feel

Pairings: The Armorer x gn!Reader

Content: sfw - no warnings! just a little romantic drabble, some soft pining, set at some point before mando s3

Life is not easy for Mandalorians these days - not that it ever has been and it certainly is better now than it was under the Empire, but the change in regime has not changed the realities of living in a diaspora. She misses home. She misses when the Great Forge was still alight, as now its fire only resides within her heart. She misses her mother and the wisdom she carried, the wisdom passed down to her. Oddly enough, she even misses pog soup. These are things she feels keenly, but more than that, stranger than that, is the thing she feels for you.

She does not fully know how to quantify this feeling. It is... affection, she thinks, though not the kind she is familiar with. Not the affection of a buir and their ad, nor friend for a friend, but something more. It burns the brightest and hottest when you speak passionately about the things you research late into the night.

Ancient Mandalorians not even the most orthodox among them knows much about, tales of Jedi from the very birth of the Republic, mystical Nightsisters and their curious ways, cultures so distant that they are little more than fractured memories in the subconscious of the galaxy. They fascinate you, trigger minute connections within your mind that she can only guess at, and this in turn fascinates her. Your intelligence is captivating, refreshing. Like a spring of water in the desert.

She wonders what else you think of, dream of. Do you dream? Do you let your mind wander as she does, albeit rarely and in the dark of the night when no one can hear her breath catch as she ponders the mystery that is her affection for you? Are you even aware of her beyond her basic communal functions?

She sighs and her helmet drops a hair. It is pointless to think such things. Paths like these can only lead to self-ruin and she knows better. Her duty is to the Covert first, to their hearts and minds, their runi and wellbeing. But still, she wonders. What if her duty were to you as well, not as part of the Covert but as simply hers?

This is what she feels and although she does not understand it, she accepts it. This is a part of her now and it will grow as she does. She only hopes she will one day find the opportunity to tell you.

mando'a translations:

buir - parent

ad - child

runi - soul (poetic)

star wars taglist: @moodymisty @dystopicjumpsuit @clonemedickix @wizardofrozz @anxiouspineapple99 @multi-fan-dom-madness @deejadabbles

#the armorer x reader #the armorer x you #star wars #the armorer #the mandalorian #x reader #me peddling my space rabbi armorer agenda all over again in the middle of some romance ig #not that it's very blatant here but i wrote with the blatant intention of it anyway

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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year

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The Armorer x Fem! Reader (Kar'ta)

Summary: Intrigued by a Mandalorian thief, the Armorer seeks answers and finds more than she bargained for in the process.

You grunted hard as the Mandalorian lifted you up against the cave walls, and your feet dangled. So maybe it was a bad idea to steal from a literal covert of Mandalorians. But you needed beskar and parts for your speeder bike. How would you have known they actually guarded these stupid caves?

"Where did you get that armor thief?" They demanded. Referring to the outfit you were already wearing.

"It's mine!" You argued. "I was just trying to get it fixed."

"That is no excuse."

You look up and take in a sharp breath at the tall, female Mandalorian in beautiful armor approaches you. She stands there with her hands clasped behind her back.

"I look...clearly I made a mistake. I do this all the time on different planets. I didn't think you would mind anything."

"And yet, you steal from your fellow Mandalorians?" The Armorer asks you. You look into her visor and can't come up with an answer.

"She's surviving."

You startled as Din appears at the entrance to the cave. Of course, he would be here. Din usually saved her skin 90% of the time

"Y/n? You could have come to me for help." Din offers, and you nod. "She has no one, Armorer. I ask you to please show some leniancy. She won't steal from us again, will you?"

"No...no.." You shake your head. "I won't. Thank you Din."

"I will show you leniancy this one time." The Armorer motions her hand, and they drop you, kneeling at her feet. "Leave."

You scrambled to your feet and almost ran out if the cave, nodding at Din as you went, half expecting to be shot in the back.

When you returned home, you breathed a sigh of relief. You never wanted to see them again.

Of course, fate had other ideas.

The Armorer was curious. She couldn't understand why you would choose to live alone. Away from a family or a clan. And she started to make inquiries every time she went to town. It didn't take long for people to point her in the right direction, a set of stairs leading to a small but well lit home.

The Armorer knocked and pushed the door in. Stepped inside. She wondered briefly if you were out. Before she felt something, someone slammed into her from the side and pushed her against the wall.

"Get out of my home." You demanded. The only reason she here was to take you away, and you sure as he'll weren't going with her.

The Armorer pushed you back and you stumbled, bringing your hands up in a defensive position.

"Enough. I didn't come here to kidnap you." The Armorer tells you. She moves toward you, and you take a swing at her, and the Armorer reacted, grabbing your arm and forcing you to the ground. "I just l want to ask you some questions."

You feel your helmet fly off as your head hits the ground and grunted hard as The Armorer pinned you, straddling you. Her armor was heavy, and you tried to do anything to get away. She grabbed your arms as you took a swing at her and layed them down next to your head.

"I am not here to hurt you." The Armorer repeats more firmly. "Calm down."

"No, I don't believe you." You say desperately. "Leave me alone."

The Armorer shushes you, and you lay there; trying to focus on your breathing and not the fact that the Armorer has you pinned down.

"It's okay. I'm going to get off of you now. I want you to get up and sit on the bench." The Armorer orders gently. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." You swallow. "I understand, Lady Armorer." You manage to get out, trying to figure out what game she was playing. But she wasn't being aggressive. Just...commanding.

You frown, and she tilts her head at you.

She gets off of you, and you sit up, winching as your leg cramps as you stand and sit down on the bench. You wonder what's going to happen now. You winch again as pain travels up your leg and tilt your head down.

"Here. Allow me." The Armorer steps closer to you where you sit on the bench. "I didn't hurt you?" She asks, and you wonder how someone so intimidating can sound so soft.

The Armorer moves her hands to your leg and gently moves them down, checking for injury. Satisfied, it's just a pulled muscle she pulls her hands back from you, and you feel like you can breathe again. Although your heart is beating dangerously fast.

"No. Not really." You reply as you look back up at her. "Are you...alright?"

The Armorer laughs, amused. "Yes. I'm afraid I escaped most of your wrath." She moves closer. "Hold still for me."

You shy away as the Armorer fixes the armor and cloth next to your neck, shivering when her gloved fingers press against the exposed skin. You swallow hard, and you're sure she's noticed, but doesn't say anything.

"You need new under armor as well." The Armorer remarks. She tilts her helmet as she moves to the front of your armor. "A new chest plate, too."

"Yes." You breathe out sharply. "But I can't pay for that right now."

The Armorer chuckles. "Oh? And your not going to steal from us again?"

"No...no?" You reply. "I won't steal from you or another Mandalorian again."

"Good girl." The Armorer remarks casually and you can't help the squeek that escapes your throat. Oh gods, you want to die. You think, blushing as the Armorer pauses in her inspection of your armor.

"You could help me in the forge to pay for it." The Armorer continues, moving away from you to pick up your helmet to inspect it. "Do you have any experience?"

You shake your head. "No. But I'm...I would work hard." You admit. And you would. You wanted to be better for her, at least. You felt awful for disappointing her, and you had only ever met once before.

"I'd like that." You finally say, and the Armorer hands you your helmet. You place it next to you again, and she holds out her hand.

You furrow your brow, confused, but take it and allow her to help you up. "Is something wrong?"

"No. I will be back with food and supplies for you soon." She brings your hands up and presses them against the mouth of your helmet. "If that is agreeable?"

"It is." You choke out. You feel more like a lady than a Mandalorian.

The Armorer nods and sweeps out of the room. "I will also repair some of your armor. Be patient for me."

You sit down hard when she leaves, and find yourself staring at the door long after she's gone.

True to her word though, The Armorer returns a few times. Asking you questions, explaining the tribe and the creed in more detail as you get to know each other. You find yourself enjoying her company. A touch on the knee here, getting her to help you with forging by having her show you how to do things up close, a squeeze of your shoulder when you do a good job.

You don't wear your helmet around her, which you think the Armorer enjoys. Especially when she insists on removing it from your head for you. It's...domestic. you wish you could remove hers to see the woman underneath, but settle for sweet compliments and gentle touches instead.

You're working on fixing your chest plate when you feel the Armorer come up behind you, and you turn to face her, putting your tools down. Instead, she takes your hand and leads you over to a nearby bench, quiet. Thoughtful. You wonder if you've done something wrong?

"I need you to listen to me for a moment." The Armorer commands, and you are about to pull away when she squeezes your hand in hers

"Okay. I'm listening." You reply.

"I wanted to apologise for judging you. When you were first brought before me I was angry. How could one of our own people steal from us? I didn't understand your situation until I came here and got to know you." The Armorer says, and you feel hot all of a sudden, because this wasn't what you were expecting at all.

"You are a capable fighter and are truly a survivor." The Armorer continues. "I am sorry, truly for acting the way I did. I would like to offer you a place in the Tribe. If you accept, I would teach you the ways of forge. More than what you are learning now. " She pauses. "But I would also like your permission to court you my Ka'rta. If you'll have me."

You couldn't have heard her properly, you think. She wants to marry you?

"I..." You struggle to form a sentence. Any sentence. "I've never courted anyone. Or been courted...I mean..."

The Armorer steps closer. "You are so sweet." She tells you. "But I will not make you do anything you do not wish to do."

"I'd like to be courted by you." You admit shyly. You blushing, you know she can see it, and she tilts her head in a way that you think is a smile.

The Armorer wraps her arms around you and sits down next to you, pulling you up on her lap. You dont have time to register this information properly before the Armorer is tilting her head towards you until your foreheads are pressing together. A Keldebe kiss.

You sigh contently and softly ask, "After we're married, may I see what you look like under the helmet?"

"Yes. As much as you want." The Armorer says softly. "As much as you need."

#star wars #the mandalorian #star wars mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian season 3 #the armorer #the armorer x fem!reader #the armorer x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader #anon request #request answered

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tailorvizsla · 1 year

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TAILOR.

Imagine you happen upon the Armorer soaking away her sore muscles, tired and achy from working long hours in the forge...

Don't think about offering to rub her shoulders for her, or the noises she makes as you work out a particularly tender knot.

And certainly don't think about turning the tables and calling HER "good girl" for once.

IZZY THE OTHER HALF OF MY SMUTTY BRAINCELL THE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER HERE YOU GO :D

the new covert has it drawbacks - like giant fucking alligators and huge fucking bats that swarm the skies at night - but it also has its positives, like the gorgeous hot springs deep, deep within the caves. they're so big that the Tribe has set up partitions so everyone can use them in relative privacy. you look forward to having a dip tonight, but as you pass by the Foundry, you notice that Armorer seems to be hammering slower than normal? you pause in the doorway to watch her, and you frown - yeah, she's obviously uncomfortable

your eyes wander around the room and you almost cluck indignantly - she's got piles of armor everywhere, it's like the entire Tribe has decided they need repairs now. ugh, she's obviously been working nonstop since this morning, so she will definitely need a break once she's done - and you know she's not stopping until all armor is repaired and her Tribe is properly protected

it's nearly midnight by the time she's done, and it's clear she's in pain. you stayed up to wait for her, and as soon as she tries to go to the showers, you take her by the hand.

"let's hit the springs, yeah?" you ask. her strong hand squeezes around yours and she nods. "That would be most enjoyable," she remarks. As the two of you walk, you notice that her gait is off. Her entire back must be killing her. Fortunately, you have a nice bacta-infused muscle cream in your quarters, so you'll be able to take care of her there.

The air grows damp and hot the further in you go. Finally, at the very end, you find her favorite one. It's nearest to the vents, so it's fairly hot. Inside, the two of you strip down, and have a quick wash before entering the hot water. It stings your calves and feet as you step in, but she doesn't even seem to notice it. Armorer sinks down onto the stone bench and moans.

You slip onto it behind her and pull her close, kissing the back of her neck. She sighs and melts. she just melts your arms. Your hands work along her back and shoulders, carefully massaging each tense muscle you find. Once she's a little looser, you start using more force, a shiver of pleasure shooting through you as her soft moans grow louder. her shoulders are hard and thick with years of hard work at the forge. and she has so few scars, even for someone who has seen as much combat as she has. you lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, brushing a damp curl forward over her shoulder. then you start to bite gently.

"cyare, did you bring me here to take liberties with me?" she asks with a rich laugh, her head falling back onto your shoulder. you find her pulse point and bite down gently.

"i'd never do something so base and inappropriate to our armorer," you whisper into her ear, your fingers working downwards. she hums in delight as you find her clit and start to massage gently.

"i see," she says. "and what precisely are you doing down there, then?"

"massaging," you return easily, your other hand rising to pinch her nipple. she sighs again, and relaxes against you. your fingers work slowly at first, then a little firmer. you squeeze and stroke and rub until her breathing comes faster and faster. her fingertips dig into your thighs as she tenses, and you've had enough experience to know there will be ten little bruises dotting your thighs. it hurts but in the best of ways. your lips fall to her shoulder again and you bite down harder this time, wrenching an actual cry from her.

her hips lift up into your hand as you circle her pearl one last time and she shakes in your arms, her breasts heaving as she gasps and undulates. you hold her throughout her orgasm, kissing and biting gently, marking her with little love bites so she'll be reminded of you each time she undresses. she sags in your arms as you embrace her from behind. the two of you stay in the water until youre both pruny and wrinkly. that night, once the two of you have gone home, you massage her back and shoulders with the cream.

then you call in a favor from doctor shen and ask her very nicely to make sure armorer takes tomorrow morning off. sure, armorer is going to be PISSED that you went behind her back like that, but you plan to have a hot breakfast ready for her by the time she gets back. ❤️

#star wars #izzy ily #the mandalorian #the armorer x reader #thots about my beloved armorer

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bimswritings · 2 months

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StarWars Masterlist

Includes 18+ material, police yourselves!

Armorer

Armorer x Blacksmith reader pt.1 pt.2

Clones

Overall Kink Headcanons

Din Djarin

This is Our Way (Third and fourth chapter on the continuous fic on AO3, too lazy to post here) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

Paz Vizsla

Savage Opress

The Conqueror- Three parts, don't necessarily all have to be read. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

In-Universe Character Shipping Fics

Reylo/Finpoe-Games and Prize. Modern AU. Just some fun at a carnival.

Suu/Cut Lawrence-Strange Traditions

Han Solo vs Holdo x Leia-To The Winner Goes The Love. Jealous Han Solo who hates competition.

Non-Shipping works, just fun character stuff

White Christmas-Din spends Christmas with Grogu, remembering his own childhood and the holiday.

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ghouljams · 8 months

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can we get medieval slow burn crumbs pls 🤲🙏

I have had this idea with Knight Ghost bouncing around in my head since I saw an absolutely destructive to my psyche insta reel, so here it is

Ghost helps you get his mail shirt over your head, far too big and far too heavy for you to practically wear, but he's insistent. You try not to tense your shoulders at the weight of it, try not to buckle your knees when it drops into place. You knew knights were strong but to wear this every day without so much as a complaint? Plus the rest of the armor? Your eyes roam over Ghost's broad shoulders as he turns away from you to fuss with the rest of his armor. You always thought he'd look smaller without all the metal, but it almost feels like the opposite it true.

He's larger than life. Life being the operative word here. A living breathing man of flesh and blood, and greater warmth than the fire. His linen shirt pulls tight across his shoulders, revealing the firm musculature as he moves. You grab the mail shirt in your tightening fists, feel the well worked metal press its indents into your skin, still so warm from being on Ghost. You want to touch him. You won't, you're not supposed to. Not supposed to want to. You think that's what the armor is for, to keep you from thinking the man underneath is human, to keep you from wanting him.

"You alright Princess?" He asks, his voice is so low and rasping it makes you want to melt, "Thought you'd be complaining about the weight by-" He turns to look at you again, and his voice falls another impossible degree, "-now. Jesus." His eyes drag over you, fresh kindling for the fire in your stomach, the heat in your cheeks.

You must look silly in your dress and his chain mail, but the way he looks at you... God, the way he looks at you. Not even at your best dressed has a man looked at you like that. You swallow, and hold onto the mail rings a little tighter.

"It's heavy," You tell him, and although you mean it to sound like a complaint, to whine and put on the spoiled princess act that keeps all the other men away, you find your voice quiet almost reverent. Ghost nods, his warm brown eyes meeting yours. The only man in the kingdom with the impertinence not to look away, not to bow his head to your gaze.

"It'll keep you safe," He barely breathes, his eyes don't leave you, can't leave you. There's no where safer to look than your face, and no where more dangerous.

"You're doing a more than suitable job of that already," You know that twitch in his brow, the way his lips draw thin.

You remember the bandits that had ambushed your carriage, the way they're battered their daggers against your door, made slow battle with your guards. How they'd dragged you out of your safety kicking and screaming with harsh laughter. How Ghost's blade had torn through them like paper, his eyes red with fury. The physical shield he'd put between you and your assailants, the sound their swords had made bouncing off his armor was still ringing through your ears. Blood still soaked the hem of your dress.

"I'm not taking any chances," His eyes leave yours, turning his attention back to his armor. It's like having cold water thrown over your head. With you, you think, he's not taking any chances with you. "Can you move at all?" He asks, not looking at you, it feels purposeful. You hesitate, before testing the weight over your arms, hopping to feel the drag of the chain try to pull you down. You shake you head.

"Not much, I don't think I'll be swinging a sword anytime soon." He chuckles, and the heat returns to you, your heart clenching tight in your chest.

"That's good," He nods, "Violence doesn't suit you."

You wish it did, sometimes. You've begged him enough to at least show you how to properly hold a sword, but he always refuses. Always tells you, your future husband won't want your glaring to hold real threats. As if your gaze doesn't already bear his shadow, doesn't command Ghost to act as your sword. Wouldn't he come with you, to wherever you did marry? You couldn't stand to be apart from him.

Ghost lifts you up onto his horse with a quiet grunt of effort. "We'll have to take more rests, she's a strong horse but with two of us..." He shakes his head, pets a hand down the horse's neck. "Do you think you can stomach a few extra days of travel, my lady?" His hand lingers on your dress. His lady, you think, he never shortens the words like the others do.

"Of course, I'm hardly one to complain," for you, you tack on silently.

"Of course not," for me, he seems to agree.

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #knight!Ghost #princess!reader #medieval au #I want him so fucking badly I am screaming I want him #his lady and her knight #soft pining looks across ballrooms neither of them able to make a move #Ghost seeing his girl in his armor and losing all ability to think #cod ghost

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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"You know I love you right?" With aizawa please !!!! maybe pining reader instead of established relationship?

yurrr!!!!! i figured you wanted SFW bc you didn't specify otherwise, if not resend and I shall re do :3

At its best hindsight tends to offer a lot of useful illumination, though at its worst it is able to make everyone look like an oblivious idiot.

Truth be told Aizawa isn't sure what comes over him, he's level headed, he tends not to worry even at the worst of times. He knows this is your job, he knows better than anyone how badly you can get hurt doing this sort of work. You're no stranger to bumps and bruises, and usually that thought puts him at ease. He isn't sure, maybe the way you hit that building looked nasty, the way you let out a gurgled sort of half grunt half sob as you hit the ground, the way you held your ribs as you rolled over onto the pavement, or the way the rock of the building crumbled and fell to the ground around you...any of those things could have made his stomach churn. He certainly isn't heartless, he feels remorse every time someone is hurt in a fight, he feels worry too, though usually not so intensely. You were good friends too, Hizashi was always trying to tell Aizawa you were sweet on him, he didn't see it himself but he would be lying if he didn't preen a bit at the thought.

He wasn't considering that now though, and he wasn't considering the drinks you'd had together the night before, the way you leaned over the table to talk to him, the way Hizashi kicked him underneath it when your hand brushed his wrist, or the way you lingered at your door after they walked you home. The realization dawned on him as he and Hizashi walked home, maybe he did care for you, that same realization was cast aside the moment catastrophe struck and hadn't been considered since. All he was thinking about now was your eyes, the way you laughed at his dry and somber jokes, the subtle kick in your step, your hair, the softness of your skin every time you found a reason to touch him, and the way you said his name.

"Holy shit that looks like it hurt." Nemuri materializes beside him somehow, maybe she had always been there, but is just now choosing to snap him back to Earth. "Should we go get them?"

Aizawa looks between you, Nemuri, and the retreating villain. You hadn't gotten up, you were still curled onto the ground, he could see you rubbing your head with one hand, the other cradling your ribs. "You get them, I'll handle this. Send anyone else you find my way."

He regrets it the moment he says it, as soon as he turns away from your body on the street his stomach lurches painfully.

"Are you sure?" Nemuri blinks at him, "you look...different than usual. I can handle the villain, I'm sure Vlad and the others are kicking around out there somewhere."

"I'm sure." What he isn't sure about is why he can get it out that he wants to stay with you.

"Just..come with me to check them out."

Nemuri was a lot of things, most pointedly she was intuitive. He gets to you before she does.

"Are you alright?" He puts a hand on your shoulder and you roll over.

"Shota," You squint at him, like the sunlight burns your eyes, you probably have a concussion. "I've been better. I'll live, go deal with that freakshow."

He doesn't want to, for the first time in a long time he feels...petulant, like a child, he wants to hold firm to his spot, to stay glued to you until you make it to a hospital. But his brain is telling him to turn and go like always, to entrust you to his colleague and go where he's needed, just like he would for anyone else.

"Can you stand?" Nemuri's voice spurs him on, he nods as if to leave, but he can't help but linger on you.

"Shota they need you." You urge him away. Something sits in his throat, he can't swallow it down, nor can he spit it out, and it's heavy it makes his face feel warm. Between that and the way you look he has no choice but to linger, "I-" and it starts to crawl out, but it's pulled back down to the pit in his stomach just as quickly and twice as painful.

"Shota it's going to be okay." Nemuri is checking you out, poking and proding for breaks or blood. Your voice is weak and gravely, the pain had made you cry, he could tell from the clean streaks on your otherwise dirty face, but you said his name with so much care and earnest, as if he was the one laying broken on the pavement.

"I'll come find you as soon as this is over. Call me, text me where you're heading." By the grace of some higher power he can tear his eyes away from you long enough to shoot off into the distance, in the general direction of all the commotion.

It takes barely seconds for it to dawn on him. The way you looked up at him last night, the way you looked up at him just then. He thought about you, the things he always thought about, the way your neck curved smoothly to the delicate arch of your shoulder, the short and soft looking hairs on the nape of your neck and the way your fingers always found a way to them, tugging and twirling them as you thought. He realized this is probably what love feels like, that this had gone beyond a pleasant adoration..or a casual admiration of your figure. He could note small, minute things, things that should mean nothing to him if you didn’t. But these things made his heart get a little tighter in his chest. The way your eyes felt on him, the length of your eyelashes, the pout to your lip, and the seemingly perfect bridge of your nose, who else but a man in love would consider these things? He scoffs at himself, and decides to make the fight to come as quick as possible. If anyone notices his rushing they don't mention it.

When he finds you after the fact, just like he promises he would the feeling hits him like a wave, it is equally disorienting as it is eye opening.

"Shota, you came?" You seem surprised, to be fair he'd never come to you at a time like this before. He'd called and sent dinner to your room when you ended up in this sort of pickle before, but he'd never shown face and certainly not this quickly.

"I said I would."

"I figured you meant like..tomorrow?"

"How are you feeling?" He asks, because that was the other thing about you that was lovely, your voice, it was like whistling birds, like evening thrush, like melting honey, it was gooey and sweet and bright and warm like dark brown velvet and down feathers and perfect warm sunshine. It was nice to hear it normally, not gravelly or impaired with pain. He thinks about all the times he's called you with a question that could have been a text.

"I broke my ribs." You lean into the pillows, your middle was pretty heavily bandaged, your left arm was in a sling and you were littered with bandages, some already bleeding through. "I'm hopped up on pain meds though so I feel great. Say, are you alright? You seem flighty."

"I'm fine. I'm just..I was worried I guess. Looked like he really hurt you back there." He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, and though you look surprised at the sudden closeness you don't say anything. "I'm glad the damage isn't too bad."

"Me too." You nod, "thanks.."

You sit in silence for a while, he's looking down at you, like he's studying you, like he's never seen you before or like he'll never see you again. It wasn't an inquisitive gaze though, it was almost warm, appreciative even. He was looking to enjoy not to remember, it seemed like he already did.

"Shota, are you okay?" You ask again, "I'm not hurt so bad, you know I'm just drama-"

"Hey, you know I love you, right?"

You laugh, a nervous, fluttering noise. He realizes he even likes that. "I love you too Shota...we're good friends, thanks for taking care of me..."

"That's good..but I don't mean it like that. I know everyone is always giving you a hard time about me. I just...want you to know I feel the same way." He looks up to the corner where the ceiling meets the walls. "I didn't realize I was always..thinking it and never saying it. I'm in love with you. I want to...be with you. If I'm misunderstanding, tell me."

"You're...not." You feel warm, you're half way tempted to take of your heart monitor incase your pulse spiked or something. "I do love you. I figured you didn't feel that way. What brought all this on?"

"I don't know." He confesses, "i saw you last night, I guess it all dawned on me then and then I saw you get hurt and I...saw you." He shrugs, "I just realized I was always...looking at you, looking for you. I felt so worried when you got hurt." He's looking down at you again.

"It felt like I had left something unsaid, when you hit the ground and I assumed the worst..it was like my brain and my body were going separate ways and it all hit me at once. Like it was obvious this whole time." He shakes his head a bit, "I've probably loved you for a long time. It feels like I've been looking at you like this forever. I don't know why I didn't put it all together sooner."

You laugh again, confident now. "Me either." Your right hand reaches up to his shirt and you pull him downwards, "but I'm glad it all got sorted."

He's happy to kiss you, and happy to feel your hand on his face. It was a good kiss, warm and lingering. It spoke for itself, you were just as relieved with the feeling as he was, glad to have let it out in the open. You both felt 10 tons lighter from it.

"I hate to say I'm glad that villain hurled me into a wall." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your good hand.

"Don't say things like that." He scoffs, "when are you out of here?"

"I'm just waiting for some new bandages and wound wash." You shrug, "hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning."

"I'll come keep an eye on you." His hand is resting on your waist, his thumb dragging up and down your stomach.

"You don't have to go to the trouble. I can-"

"I want to. " He cuts you off, "I want to. Please let me come with you."

You preen a bit, "you wanna take care of me?"

In a moment of uncharacteristic earnest he nods, "I want to stay with you." He's glad to be free of the lump in his throat, and pit in his stomach.

"I guess I can't say no then."

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha hc #bnha x reader #sfw #eraserhead x reader #im ignoring nemuri's fate she has plot armor to me #bc i have a crush on her

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hear me freaking out about these shots until season 4

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian s3 #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian spoilers #the armorer #the mandalorion spoilers #pedro pascal#Grogu #din djarin #din grogu #din dijarin x reader #din djarin and grogu #baby yoda #baby yodito #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x you

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theres-a-body-here · 6 months

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Scumtober- Day 24 (Tender Sex)

Night's Cavalry x Male!reader

You look back as you walk down the Mistwoods.

Yep, he's still there. The Night's Cavalry Rider, Beor.

How do you know his name?

Because he wrote it down on a scrap of scroll and placed it on your face as you slept for you to find in the morning. Said note also contained a love letter professing his love.

Simp.

You sigh as you keep walking. He's been following you ever since he knocked your helmet off your head during battle. The thing that bothers you most is that he's out of his Lord's territory. You're fairly certain Margit didn't allow his men to travel this far out. You wonder if hes disobeying orders by following you all the way out here.

The moon rises over the land as you decide to make camp. You set up a bedroll and make a fire. You sigh as you hold your hands out to warm them up.

As you sat by the heat of the campfire, you couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing someone was watching. You glance around, trying not to be too obvious, and spot Beor hiding behind a nearby tree.

Damn it, dude! Just come out already!

You roll your eyes and turn away, deciding to ignore him for now. After all, he hasn't done anything harmful yet... just really creepy.

Suddenly, something hit your head. It's a crumbled ball of paper. you picked it up and turned to glare at Beor, who had quickly hidden behind a tree after throwing it. You straighten out the note.

The message read: 'I can't take my eyes off you.'

Good Gods. You had to do something.

Sighing heavily, you called out to Beor, "Alright... Come sit with me." You then added sternly, "But don't be creepy!"

Reluctantly, Beor approached slowly, almost like a timid animal. Once he reached you, he hesitantly took a seat across the fire from you. His entire demeanor reeked of nervousness.

Relaxing slightly, you began rummaging through your bag, searching for some jerky. However, you soon noticed Beor shifting closer to you, his posture tense as he tried to act casually. When you looked up, he was caught red handed, his gaze darting away guiltily.

This guy...

Going back to rummaging through your bag, you finally found what you were looking for – jerky! With a satisfied grin, you lifted your head, only to be startled by Beor practically breathing down your neck. He must have moved while you weren't paying attention.

Startled, you let out an undignified yelp and dropped the food. The jerky lands on some mud. You look at the jerky, to Beor, to the jerky, and finally back to Beor.

Both of you stared at each other silently before he leaned forward and grabbed the dropped jerky, which was now covered in mud. Hesitating for a brief moment, he held it out towards you.

You shook your head and sighed. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Trying to regain composure, you turn back to the crackling fire, hoping to ignore him. To your annoyance, Beor continued to scoot closer until your bodies pressed together.

Awkward silence hung heavy between you two.

Feeling movement against your side, you glanced over to see Beor holding out his closed fist. Curiosity piqued, you watched as he opened his palm, revealing a Miquella's Lily that had been crushed beyond recognition. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to take it.

Without thinking much of it, you accepted the gift.

Inspecting the fragile petals of the delicate flower, you couldn't help but feel touched by such a rare gesture. Although it was crushed, it still held significance. You brought the bloom close to your nose, savoring its faint fragrance.

Silence stretched between you again as Beor simply watched you appreciate his offering.

Nodding to yourself, you carefully place the crushed Miquella's Lily inside your bag for safekeeping. The silence returned, making you uncomfortable enough to break it.

"You can have..." You paused, feeling embarrassed at your own words. "...One kiss."

Beor tensed up and immediately started nodding vigorously, his helmet producing loud clanks with every enthusiastic movement.

Groaning internally, you prepared yourself for whatever was coming next. Beor eagerly closed the gap between you, anticipating his reward.

"Aren't you going to remove the helmet?" You asked curiously.

In response, he shook his head forcefully. Guess that means the helmet stays on.

Shrugging it off, you decided to leave his choice alone. Leaning closer, you press a soft kiss onto his helmet where his cheek would be. Instinctively, his hand clenched so tightly that you could hear the leather of his gauntlet creak under the strain. You pull away.

Good Gods, all you did was give him a peck on the helmet, and this was his reaction? No wonder he acted so skittish; he definitely was whipped for you.

Deciding to test how far you could push him, you leaned in again, this time tracing a line along his helmet with your tongue. Beor visibly trembled, accompanied by a muffled groan from within his helmet.

Oh dear, this man was putty in your hands.

Unfortunately for you, your actions didn't leave you completely unaffected either. Feeling your own arousal building, you felt your member hardening within your pants. Blushing profusely, you tried to reason with yourself.

"I know I said just a kiss," you started hesitantly, "...but..."

At the sound of your voice, Beor's head snapped in your direction, desperate to catch whatever suggestion you may have for him.

Letting out an exaggerated groan, you tried to continue, "You know..."

To your utter mortification, Beor pointed directly at his crotch, seemingly confirming whether that was indeed what you wanted. Covering your face with your hands, you berated yourself for getting into this situation.

Fuck it. You raised your head and gave him a decisive nod.

Beor seemed ecstatic at your response, eagerly beginning to remove his protective codpiece. Underneath, his cock stood proudly erect, ready for action. With a deep blush spreading across your features, you followed suit, taking off your pants and underwear. Your own manhood sprang forth, mirroring Beor's excitement.

Eager to get things started, Beor laid flat on his back, slapping his armored thighs invitingly as if asking you to climb aboard.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, "You're an idiot," before complying with his request. Straddling Beor, you could feel his hardened length pressing against your ass.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you slammed back down onto Beor's lap, eliciting a muffled groan from within his helmet.

"You better be gentle," you warned him. In response, Beor nodded his head furiously, the clinking of metal echoing throughout the campsite.

Leaning to the side, you retrieved your bag, pulling out a small container of oil created from melted mushrooms. Resting on Beor's chest, you reached back and took hold of his throbbing member, liberally applying the slippery substance all over it.

Beor released a muffled moan as you positioned his lubricated tip at your entrance. With a deep breath, you pushed downwards, impaling yourself on his rigid length.

Letting out a soft moan, you sank deeper and deeper onto Beor's impressive girth. "Fuck, you're so big," you muttered, unable to believe how well he filled you up.

Meanwhile, Beor was clearly enjoying himself, his head thrown back as he panted heavily and trembled with pleasure.

Upon fully sheathing himself within you, Beor let out a low whine of delight. You sighed contentedly, feeling both their combined weight bearing down on you.

Before you could react, Beor shifted positions, wrapping his arms securely around you as he sat up. Now, instead of riding him, you were nestled within his embrace.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against his cool, metallic chest, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by him. Softly, he ran his hands up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

Gradually, Beor began to move within you, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm. Making sure to support your weight, he kept you cradled in his arms as his helmet nuzzled against your face.

Moans escaped your lips as Beor thrust into you with a gentleness you hadn't expected from someone so large and intimidating. You rubbed your aching cock against the smooth metal of his armored abdomen.

As he continued to plunge into you, Beor rubbed his helmet against your face affectionately, reminding you of a cat seeking comfort from its owner. Simultaneously, one of his hands found yours, entwining your fingers together as if they belonged there.

Whimpering as you neared release, you bucked your hips harder against Beor's armor, leaving streaks of precum.

"Sorry....your armor," you apologized sheepishly for making a mess on his black armor.

However, Beor didn't seem bothered by it at all – if anything, he appeared more amused than upset. Using his free hand, he gently petted your head reassuringly, letting you know that he didn't mind.

Reassured by his response, you wrapped one hand around his hip while using the other to resume stroking your own needy erection. Precum continued to flow freely, coating Beor's armor in a sticky film.

Beor released a pleased noise from within his helmet, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

With a whiny cry, you finally succumbed to your release, splattering Beor's armor with thick ropes of semen. As your orgasm subsided, he gently rubbed your back.

Now that you had cum, it was Beor's turn. Still buried deep within you, he reached behind his back and removed his cape from his armor. Carefully laying it on the ground, he leaned forward until you were lying on top of it.

For a moment, Beor held your thighs aloft, offering them a brief yet comforting massage. And then, without warning, he suddenly changed tactics, pounding into you mercilessly. Unprepared for such ferocity, you cried out in surprise, your moans matching the speed of his brutal thrusts. Holding your thighs tightly, he showed no signs of stopping or easing up.

Still not letting up, Beor pressed your thighs together and rolled you onto your side. From this new angle, he somehow managed to increase the intensity of his relentless pumping, driving his cock deepr into you.

The air filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet squelching of flesh meeting flesh as he continued to claim you.

As the tempo increased, you could do little more than issue a series of whimpers and mews, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your veins. Beor took full advantage of your vulnerable state, leaning over to pin you down with his considerable bulk as he pressed his helmet against your face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk!" you cried out, unable to contain your mounting euphoria. Every forceful impact of armor against flesh sending fire down your body in waves.

Beor reached his breaking point. With a guttural grunt, he drove himself all the way home, his warm seed flooding your hole. Wrapped in his strong arms, you basked in the afterglow of your shared release.

Breathing heavily, you allowed Beor to nuzzle your face with his helmet.

"You're still a simp," you muttered sleepily, too exhausted to muster up any real zingers.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

#elden ring x tarnished #elden ring headcanons #elden ring x reader #elden ring #night's cavalry #knight kink #knight x reader #knights #armor kink #mask kink #masked men #tenderness #tender sex #scumtober 2023 #scumtober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #male reader #male!reader

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the-bad-batch · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze/Reader, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Reader, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer/Bo-Katan Kryze/Reader Characters: Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Child Character(s), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Reader Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Minor Violence, Fluff and Humor, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, Female Jedi Reader - Freeform Summary:

A nomad former Jedi, you find yourself on Mandalore after saving a Mandalorian child from Storm Troopers. There you meet the Manda'lor and her adviser plus a friend from your past you thought was lost. Convinced you would be better off on your own, your thrown into turmoil when you realise your connection the Manda'lor and her Advisor is more than just attraction.

A gift/Request for @WanderingJedi77

#Bo-Katan x Reader #The Armorer x Reader #Bo-Katan x The Armorer x Reader #The Armorer x Bo-Katan

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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Gaanla: I

Pairings: eventual Armorer x f!Reader

Series Warnings: some religious themes (talk of conversion, vague parallels & references to Judaism), slow burn, mutual pining, eventual fxf smut

Notes: I got stuck thinking about the Jewish inspiration behind Din's covert, about the Armorer & how she's kind of a space rabbi, and then I thought about a Fleabag esque story with a happy ending and now we're here.

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"It is a rare thing indeed for an outsider like yourself to be so drawn to the Way."

The fire crackles as a few stray embers jump into the air. It's a polite way of asking a more direct question and you know it, but you're not sure if she means to judge you or not. It's hard to read just the helmet.

"Yeah," you nod. "Din said something like that."

Her helm shifts in your direction and the gold shimmers copper in the firelight, just for a moment. The visor catches and reflects a warped version of a distant galaxy as she watches you and it's strange, really, but you swear she's looking you in the eyes. You have no real way of knowing. Still, you sense you're right.

A few of the other Mandalorians pass by then and you don't miss the way their helmets stray your way. Not that you blame them. You stick out like a sore thumb here - no armor, bare face, all wide and curious eyes, you couldn't be more obvious if you tried. But Maker, you can't help this thing inside you that draws you to the Mandalorians, that calls out to your curiosity and your heart like a beacon in the midst of a storm.

"Din Djarin has spoken highly of you," she continues as she prods the fire.

Has he? Your face flushes a bit. "That's very... He didn't... he didn't have to do that."

"He says you have cared for his foundling on more than one occasion." You're still trying to find the right words when the Armorer leans back in her seat and settles again. "Foundlings are greatly valued in our culture. To care for a foundling is to care for the future of all of Mandalore."

You've only known her for a few hours, but you get the feeling this is her way of saying 'thank you'. It's a knowing you can't quite explain.

So you gaze into the fire, elbows on your knees, and bow your head just slightly. You think back to all the late, sleepless nights and hazy mornings you've spent with Din's kid. The days he was gone chasing bounties too deadly to have around a child, the evening he came stumbling into your flat, bleeding out and barely conscious. And you think about where you are now, this tiny piece of Nevarro that's been gifted to his covert for their help fighting back the Imps, and your heart suddenly feels warm.

"I'm happy to help. And... I'm honored Din trusts me."

The Armorer seems to hum somewhere beneath all her armor as she stands and takes the light of the fire with her. She looks otherworldly like this, tall and noble and bright as a star against the night sky. The helmet bobs once, accompanied only by, "This is the Way."

It's mid-day when you return to the covert. The Mandalorians are scattered about the land, sparring, cleaning their weapons, sprawled out beneath their one ship, a few working on setting up more tents and temporary structures.

A broad, towering shadow passes over you the moment you cross the boundary line. You have to tilt your head all the way back to get a proper look at Paz Vizsla and you truly can't help the dread that settles in your stomach when his helmet drops and the massive blaster cannon adjusts in his arms. There's a horrible moment where your heartbeats seem to stretch out beyond infinity and Paz looms above you, and you think he's going to turn you away. Maybe he considers it. But in the end, he simply looks you up and down and turns his shoulder to let you pass.

He goes so far as to escort you further into the camp, although you're not entirely sure where you're going. You hadn't thought that far ahead when you were getting ready this morning, you only wanted to see Din and the kid, and offer whatever assistance you can. Now that you're here, though, you feel out of your depth. Like last night, when Din took his boy to bed and you stayed behind at his fire. When you sat amongst a tribe of strangers and knew you didn't belong, but felt something inside you calling you to stay.

It's not to Din's ship that Paz leads you, though. It's a tent and a half-walled structure, littered with bits of armor and metalworking tools you couldn't name if you tried. Inside the structure is the Armorer, hard at work at a small cryo-furnace. She doesn't address you or Paz, so you're not entirely sure she's aware you're there. She's pounding the crap out of a beskar piece and sparks are flying all around like they had last night at the fire.

Several minutes later, the pounding stops and the sparks settle, and the Armorer turns to douse her beskar piece in water. Her helmet doesn't drift from her task, but she does speak this time.

"Thank you, Paz."

He grunts and nods his acknowledgement before leaving.

"Din Djarin has gone to see the High Magistrate. He has taken the foundling with him."

Oh. Perhaps you should have asked if it was appropriate to return before simply doing it?

"I'm sorry if I overstepped," you start. Your hands are twitching nervously at your sides, fidgeting with your clothes, tapping, whatever they can to ease the tension settling in your chest. "I wanted to offer Din and the covert my help. If that's allowed?"

The beskar piece has finished steaming by now and is placed aside, the tongs and hammer joining soon after, and the Armorer finally lifts her helm to acknowledge you properly. She smooths her palms over her skirt.

"We do not often allow outsiders within the covert."

And your heart sinks because you suspected this was the case, even though you hoped it wasn't. You knew Din kept you at arm's length, even though he considered you a friend. You knew that the Mandalorians had lost everything in the Purge, that they were slow to trust those beyond their culture and for good reason. But you had thought yourself... different, hoped they would see your honesty and virtue and allow you to be the one acception. It was selfish, really.

The golden crest of her helmet tilts ever so slightly, almost imperceptible if not for the shift of the light on one of her horns. "Walk with me."

She is slow and steady, purposeful with every movement and word and tilt of her head. There is an air about her that escapes description, but holds within it some kind power - the power of a leader and sage, a kind of nobility and self-assurance, a patience you do not see in many of the other Mandalorians, not to the same extent.

A cloud passes under the sun and casts a shadow across the camp. One of the foundlings goes sprinting past as another follows close behind. Paz Vizsla's helmet follows you. You feel your pulse quicken. You've never felt so out of place in your life, yet still. Still, you cannot bring yourself to leave, even without Din here to guide you, even with the Armorer's words rattling around in your skull and reminding you that this place and these people are not for you.

"Tell me, what brings you here?"

Your entire face drops into a frown. "I don't understand."

She gestures to the camp. "Our covert. You are the only aruetii who has ventured here. Not even the High Magistrate has chosen to come in person."

Aruetii. Outsider. Non-Mandalorian. She had called you that last night, but the meaning hits you like a punch to the gut when spoken in Mando'a. It weighs more in her tongue than it does in Basic.

Your head dips down to your chest. Suddenly the dirt seems so much more interesting than your companion. "I don't know," you sigh. "I guess I'm curious? Is that bad?"

"Not if it is genuine."

"It is. I am." The glint of sunlight at her temples catches your eye, dazzles you for a moment as you try to find the right words to express all the intricate little feelings bubbling up inside you. "Din is an honorable man, even though he's a bounty hunter. I've seen the way he takes care of Grogu, heard him talk about the Way and the covert. It means so much to him. And I guess I've always thought that there must be something very beautiful about Mandalore and its people if it produced someone like him."

The Armorer doesn't speak for an eternity. You can feel her eyes on you, settling on your skin, searching for something you can only guess at. Her shoulders twitch when she huffs a deep breath, but only slightly.

"What do you know of the Way?" She seems genuinely curious, which you choose to take as a good sign.

You think back to all the snippets of conversation you've shared with Din and the late night research sessions you've spent pouring over holo articles, vid essays and lectures, recorded interviews with former foundlings all trying to better understand this mysterious, beautiful culture you've only ever seen in the galactic background. How these people have fascinated you since the first moment you saw Din's beskar shining in Karga's cantina all those years ago.

"I know honor is important to you. Family. Rearing foundlings and protecting them. Keeping the Way, although that seems to vary among Mandalorians. I know your covert covers their faces."

"Do you know why?"

Not entirely. "I know it's a tradition that's very ancient and very sacred, but I don't fully understand it." You can't help smiling. "Although I think it's beautiful. Different, but still beautiful."

The Armorer nods deeply. "You understand more than most." You get the feeling she's impressed. "We would be grateful for your help. Come, we will find you a place."

#the armorer x reader #the armorer #the mandalorian #star wars #jewish coded mandalorians #for snisha

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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year

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Armorer x Fem!Reader (Alone)

Summary: You had been alone for as long as you could remember, Child; Rebel; Survivor. Coming to Mandalore was the next step, but meeting the Armorer wasn't part of that plan.

You hadn't meant to come to Mandalore.

News of the planets liberation and the newfound city of Sundari, built without a dome on the healing surface of Mandalore, had raised questions among the New Republic. You were in a bar on Nar Shadda when you heard they were hiring workers and had jumped at the chance to earn a good wage.

You hadn't expected to fall in love with its desolate beauty, though.

You had been assigned to not only run messages but to help rebuilt the commons around the great forge. It's not an easy task, but you managed well, and; you realised, it allowed you to learn about their people, and those they admired.

As you took another stack of messages down to the forge, you couldn't help but enjoy the rhythmic hammering sounding off the walls. It reminded you of your Rebellion days when you were a mechanical engineer for Red Squadron. Constanting running around, fixing what you could.

You missed the excitement.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you noticed the Armorer was alone. You stood there for a moment, watching her strong arms hammer down on a piece of beskar. Inspect it, and repeat the process.

"Excuse me? Lady Armorer?" You asked. Your voice echoed, and she paused in her work to look at you. As intimidating as she looked, you knew she was the reason you had been allowed to work down here. Citing your skills as something like artwork and dismissing all the other hopefuls.

"Yes, what is it y/n?" The Armorer answered smoothly. You blushed and ducked your head. She sounded so beautiful, you thought. So commanding.

"I was just delivering more orders, Lady Armorer." You put them on a nearby desk and moved to leave; but the Armorer held out her hammer in front of you; and stopped you.

You looked at her, wondering if you had done something wrong. "Have I upset you? I wasn't trying to bother you, I promise -" You blurted out, and the Armorer tilts her head at you.

"Sit. Take a break, y/n. You work harder than many of the people here." The Armorer ordered you before turning back to her work. "What else do you need?"

You sat down, and folded your hands in front of you as you watched the Armorer work. She turned to look at you a few times, curious. But didn't stop what she was doing.

"I wanted to thank you." You blurted out.

The Armorer paused. "You do not need to thank me." She insisted.

"I wanted to. You... you didn't have to let me stay on Mandalore. Or help repair the great forge. " You reply shyly. You wring your hands, and look down at the floor.

The Armorer puts down her hammer and walks over to you before sitting next to you on the bench. She's is a few inches taller than you, and in her armor; dwarfs you. You wonder what it would be like to be held in her arms to be kissed by her. You stare hard at the floor , hoping she can't see how nervous you on on your face.

"You have earned it, dear girl." The Armorer puts a gloved hand on your leg, gently rubbing circles. "Do you not think so?"

"I'm good at my work." You reply instead, trying desperately not to think about the fact that the Armorer is being affectionate with you. "Whether I've earned it is not up to me."

The Armorer nods. "You have earned it." She sounds thoughtful. "May I ask you something else?"

"You can ask me anything you want." You blurted out and then blushed. Embarrassed. Unsure.

"Have you ever had a home?" The Armorer asked softly.

"No. Not for very long." You reply, and you back up at her. "It was safer to keep moving. The longest I ever stayed in one group, one family was with the Rebellion."

"It was an honor to serve, I'm sure." The Armorer replies gently. "You can stay here with us. On Mandalore. You do not need to flee anymore. You can have a home here."

You swallow nervously. "I would like that."

The Armorer tilts her head in what you think is a smile.

"As would I."

She pauses.

"Would you like to join me for a walk later this evening? I would like to teach you about the creed and...spend time with you if you agree?" The Armorer asks. You look into her visor and wish desperately to see her expression.

"I agree." You reply softly and you smile. "I would be very happy to be in your company tonight."

"Then I will meet you after dinner." The Armorer stands and takes one of your hands, but it's you who leans down to kiss hers. She freezes for a moment, and you look up at her.

"I look forward to it, Lady Armorer." You reply and allow her to pull you up.

"As do I sweet girl." The Armorer replied, amusement in her voice. She cupped your face, and you froze. Heart hammering so loudly in your chest you were sure she could hear it. "You look like I've caught you in a trap."

"You...I just..." You swallow hard. "It's just been a long time." You smile at her, and she laughs, low and deep.

"I'll be sure to make it a memorable evening, sweet girl." The Armorer answers, and then tilts her head onto yours, sharing a Kedeble kiss.

You looked into her visor and closed your eyes. Knowing in your heart, it was true.

Coming to Mandalore was the best decision you ever made. And now, you realised. You were no longer alone.

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midnightr0in · 1 year

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din @ the armorer after she said the bo could walk both ways after he almost drowned redeeming himself

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gabrielislovegabrielislife · 1 year

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Saving Ragnar

Paz Vizsla x reader

Mandalorian S3 E4 SPOILERS!

no beta read, we die like the younglings

1566 words, angst with a happy ending, no y/n

Literally just self-indulgence.

“Mom, are you sure I’m ready to start sparring with the others?”

“Of course you are sweetheart. Why wouldn’t you be?” I respond, brushing some dust off of his brand-new helmet.

“Well… I’m… I haven’t been with the covert as long as the other kids. What if I haven’t trained enough. What if I embarrass you and dad. What if–” I hold up a hand to stop him and pull him into a hug.

“Ragnar, you could never embarrass us. We love you very much and know you have trained more than enough. But failing in a sparring match will teach you things that you will not learn otherwise.” I take his hands and crouch so we are eye to eye, well… visor to visor, “remember what we have taught you and trust yourself.”

“I’ll try.” he sighs. I shake my head.

“Don’t try. Do.” I say softly.

“She’s right.” I hear from the entryway of our little home alcove. I see my husband leaning against the wall. He walks towards us and crouches next to me, putting a hand on Ragnar’s shoulder, “We are so proud of you, and no matter what happens today, we know you will learn from today.”

Ragnar takes a deep breath and nods.

“Come, the others have already begun training,” Paz says, standing up and patting our son on the shoulder. This seems to get the young boy excited, he practically runs out of the alcove.

“He will be fine cyare,” Paz says, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“I know that, but does he?” I sigh.

“Let’s go find out.”

….

A few minutes later, Ragnar has begun his first-ever sparring match.

It begins quite mildly, with a little bit of a scuffle as both children try to gain the upper hand, but Ragnar comes out on top, throwing his opponent in the sand.

Once declared the winner, he looks over to us, watching from a distance. I clang my vambraces together in excitement. He nods and brings his focus back to the judge. It is then that I notice Din’s little one standing across from Ragnar as if to challenge.

“Is he putting his baby into a match?” Paz asks no one in particular.

“He knows his child best,” I respond, continuing to watch as Din convinces the judge it will be ok.

Ragnar chooses to fight with darts to which Paz remarks, “good choice.”

While waiting for the training darts, Ragnar begins speaking to Din, asking why the child does not wear a helmet, then saying he is too young to fight. Din reminds him of part of the Creed, sounding a little bit passive-aggressive, but whatever, that's just Din.

I sigh when Ragnar speaks, “Well, I know.”

“Well, we know what he will learn today then,” Paz states, a smile in his voice at his son’s sass.

After a moment of Din teaching Grogu how to fire the darts, the match begins.

The first two points go to Ragnar, quite easily, seeing as Grogu looked like he did not know what to do.

After another brief talk from Djarin, the next round begins.

Ragnar fires his dart the same as before, but this time, the small child jumps out of the way and completely over him, then back to his original position, firing all three darts and winning the challenge.

Ragnar looks around, confused, before looking back at us. I nod to him as Paz says, “One doesn’t speak unless one knows.”

Ragnar visibly sighs before walking toward an empty part of the beach to calm down.

“A valuable lesson has been learned today,” the Armorer speaks up, “go make sure he remembers it.”

We both nod and begin walking toward our son, but the flying beast comes flying over the mountain.

My heart stops, this creature has been picking us off for weeks, and it is flying directly toward the easiest target.

My son.

I'm not even sure I'm breathing as I take to the sky, willing my jetpack to go faster and faster, but it is still not enough. The beast is getting further and further ahead, Ragnar still flailing in its talons.

My pack begins to run out of fuel and I feel tears streaming under my helmet. I whisper, “please…no.”

I am forced to land, Paz and Din not far behind.

Even though I can't fly, I can still run, so I do. I don't even think as I hurdle over rocks and bushes, ignoring the burning in my legs and lungs.

I don’t notice my husband and friend running behind me to stop me until they each grab one of my arms.

“No! We have to get him! I can’t lose him!” I scream, fighting to get out of their hold.

“We can’t get him like this, we need to regroup. Look,” Din points, “Bo-katan is following the beast to its nest. When she comes back we will know exactly where it is.” he reasons.

I take a deep breath, following the ship with my eyes.

….

When Bo-katan vets back to the covert she immediately proposes a plan to save the boy.

We leave the covert within the hour and land where we have to start walking.

The sun is setting by the time we reach the peak holding the nest.

We make camp for the night. I help prepare the food, thankful for something to keep my mind off of my son, who will have to spend the night alone and scared in the lair of the beast.

Din explains how meals work in groups like this as the food is distributed.

Bo stands up to find somewhere to eat, but Paz stops her. “You are the leader of the war party. You have the honor of staying by the fire. This is the Way.” he says, taking my hand so we can find a place to eat together.

We eat in silence, having nothing to say in this solemn environment.

Fifteen minutes later, our helmets are back on, and we are back with the group, settling down for the night.

Sleeping on the ground next to my husband is not an unfamiliar experience, but it seems wrong to sleep when my child is not safe at home, surrounded by his family. I stay silent I feel tears reach my eyes.

Paz seems to sense my distress in his sleep as he pulls me closer to him, mumbling nonsense as he dreams.

Eventually, my tears fade and the feelings of fear and sadness in my heart are replaced with resolve, we will get our son back.

I don't know when or how I fell asleep but I am woken by my husband, who is gently shaking my shoulder.

The second I remember where we are and why, I’m up.

We have a short breakfast before re-stating the plan and beginning the climb up the peak.

Reaching the bundle of branches and sticks, I notice the eerie silence within the nest. Once we reach the edge of the nest, Din scans the area, pointing out heat signatures from the left.

Paz takes off immediately, against everyone’s protests, “He’s my son!” he says running in the direction Din pointed, shouting for our son.

He is knocked over by three baby beasts screeching and snapping at him, hungry for food. The mother comes flying up to the nest, alerted by the babies’ noise.

Paz covers himself with parts of the nest, trying to hide from the bird.

The bird begins regurgitating something for the young ones, and I almost lose my grip on the edge of the nest when I see that something is my son.

“Help me!” he calls out when he sees us.

I let out a breath of relief as Paz exclaims “He's alive!”

Paz activates his jetpack, flying toward the creature’s face to get it to drop Ragnar. The beast holds Paz in its mouth and Ragnar in its talons as it takes off, the war party not far behind.

Bo-katan is the first to attempt to grab Ragnar, getting smacked down by a wing in the process.

I am the next one to approach, grabbing Ragnar’s hand and pulling. He didn't budge.

I latch onto the creature’s ankle, pulling out my blade to get it to loosen its grip.

I didn't account for getting scratched off the leg by the other foot, earning deep gashes on my elbow and side.

I cry out as I fall, spinning out of control until I steady myself with my pack, landing on the side of a peak.

Paz is then released from the beast’s jaws as Bo-katan stabs its face. He lands right next to me, groaning in pain.

“Are you alright?” I breathe.

“Yes, you?”

“I’ll live,” I respond, holding a hand to one of the deeper gashes.

We watch as Din lands a successful stab at the creature’s ankle. It drops Ragnar and Din races to stop his fall.

He latches onto Ragnar just as the others take down the beast, flying him over to where we hold on to the rocks.

When they land Paz firmly asks, “are you okay?” Ragnar clambers over to me, clinging to my chest before breathlessly answering, “I’m okay dad.”

“Thank you,” I say to Din over Ragnar’s helmet.

“This is the Way” he replies

“This is the Way” we echo.

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