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halfmoonshines · 18 days

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I just saw that you write for doctor who and hotd too, although I don't know if you write for 11th and Daemon, I'll try my luck anyway…. I wonder if I could get a Daemon x wife poc!reader x 11th doctor in which Reader is Daemon's wife and one day she is taking a walk when she meets the doctor (she kind of mistakes him for Daem, if that makes sense) and after she realizes it's not him, they start talking and she is kind of fascinated by the doctor (not only by his appearance, but by his entire work). So she invites him to their house (whether it's the red keep or dragonstone, it's up to you) and Daemon, who has just returned from a walk with Caraxes sees reader with a man, previously unknown, and goes to them. Then reader introduces them and comments on the similarity between them. She suggests that they spend the day together and Dae is a little reluctant, but ends up accepting, so they go out and in the meantime reader and 11th are kind of flirting (in a innocent) and Daemon is jealous (which reader loves, because she loves to tease him) At the end of the day Daemon and 11th have a talk about how lucky he is to have her and that he should take care of her. Before leaving, the Doctor promises the reader that he will visit her again (this after she asked him to stay the night, but he refused) when the TARDIS disappears, reader tells Daemon that he doesn't need to be jealous, because She is his and only he has her love and then they kiss (if it's too much, feel free to ignore it) please? (sorry for my English)

okay this is definitely not too much because, from the detail, i know you've daydreamed this before and i absolutely love it and you basically wrote it for me, i just need to fluff it up!!! thank you so much

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daemon targaryen x reader x 11th doctor

summary; the curious man you met on your walk piques both your interest and daemon's inner green monster

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You would never admit it to your fiery paramour, but you much preferred Dragonstone over The Red Keep. The ocean scented wind was wild in your hair, wisps pulling free from your braids. You held your slippers in one hand and the hem of your dress in the other, reveling in the sand between your toes.

This had became a morning routine for you and Daemon, him to go and give Caraxes some exercise while you enjoy some time alone on the shoreline. Although, from the shoulders you could see on the bluff, it seems as though he finished up earlier than usual this morning.

You didn't care how long you'd spent with the young Targaryen man; you were never less excited to see him. The fire that started at your stomach and reached for your cheeks blazed just as brightly each time for him. You hurried your pace, climbing the short stone stairs to the outlook you beloved stood at.

"Daemo-" Your exclamation was cut a bit short by the realization that this man... was most certainly not Daemon.

From up close you could see the differences, namely being the short brown hair. This man also had a loose feeling to his stance, leaned against the small statue of Caraxes that overlooked the ocean. He was looking at you then, eyes the same hazel green but a different shade - lighter. A kindness illuminating and curiosity illuminating them that Daemon would be adverse to.

You finally had the good sense to be concerned. Dropping the hem of your gown and taking a step away, your smile was sheepish as you curtsied. "Pardon the interruption, Ser. I merely mistook you for my husband."

"Your husband must be a handsome fellow!" Their voices even mirrored each other. "You can call me the doctor! Not a doctor, just the Doctor. Do you happen to know where we are?" The twin emphasized his question with a vague gesture at their surroundings, eyebrows pinching together. "This is a new one for me."

You cocked your head to the side, curious as to his strange way of speaking. How does one come to be somewhere without knowing where there is?

"You're at Dragonstone on the Black Water Bay. The castle is just up the hill." You pointed up and watched his eyebrows raise.

"The castle? I love a good castle. Who's is that? Can we go take a peek?"

Your laugh was light, deciding that even if he didn't match your husband, you just might like the stranger. "It's my husband, Daemon Targaryen's, ancestral home. Let's go take a look, I'm sure he would be riveted to meet you."

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Daemon thoroughly enjoyed the routine he had found with his wife. No other woman had ever come close to rooting themselves this deeply into his life, and the white haired man didn't think he would ever meet another that could.

You understood his boundaries and his need for space. You were fiercely independent, which made Daemon all the more happy to try and outdo himself for you. Knowing you could care for yourself either way.

Now that Daemon was thinking about it, as he was patting his dragon goodbye, he was going to hunt you down this minute from your expected place on the beach below and have his way with you. Wherever you stood.

How good it felt to be king in his lands.

Just as he turned to start his mission, your laughter could be heard from the other side of the overlook. Smirking to himself, wondering about his impeccable timing, he changed direction toward the sound of your voice.

That's when he heard it. Another voice. A mans voice?

Daemon's playful smile quickly fell, something only to be described as a snarl taking its place. His pace quickened, turning the corner by the stables just in time to see you crest the hill with a vaguely familiar man.

He shook his head, making straight for you. Familiarity didn't fucking matter. These were his lands, his home and his wife. Who in the living fuck was mingling with his wife, all alone on the beach?

"Darling." Daemon's voice was loud and firm, the endearment sounding strange from him. "Are you alright?"

Your attention was on your husband instantly, smile radiating like the rising sun behind you. "Daemon! We were just coming to find you. This is the Doctor, he is.. visiting? I thought you would like to meet."

Daemon had come to stand right before you when his hand reached to grip your arm, pulling you firmly but gently to his side. "Visiting is it, Doctor?"

Eleven was as unbothered as they come typically, but he could not deny that the man standing across from him was his carbon copy. Sans the long, luscious white locks. Should Eleven grow his hair out? "Visiting it is, mate! Your lovely wife thought we might have a few things in common."

Daemon did not like the insinuation that they were similar, even if the appearance may be glaringly obvious. "Is your brother a king and your dragon as fierce as mine, then?"

Feeling his standoffish posture, your hand made light circles on his back while your gaze reprimanded him. "Daemon, he's just here to-"

"I'm sorry but did you say you have a dragon? That is probably the most badass thing I've ever heard, and I've been just about everywhere." Eleven was smiling like a kid in a candy store, gaze searching the sky above them like a dragon was going to swoop in at any minute. "How does one, uhm, see this dragon?"

Daemon's pride and ego battled each other for a split second before he bit out a reply. "I suppose we could go and see the dragon pits, so you know what the Targaryens are so feared for."

"Oh, wonderful! They're beautiful, Doctor, you'll love them." Grasping your husbands hand in your own, you began leading them across the clearing.

The day went similarly.

Eleven was so excited about the baby dragons that he thought he might have to come back in the dead of night to take one for himself, but quickly realized there had to be some karmic justice for stealing from yourself, right? Because Daemon Targaryen had to be some weird extension of him, they were basically copy-pasted.

Daemon did not like the Doctor one bit, almost specifically because of the smile on your face that he felt should be reserved for him. The stranger could sing praises about Dragonstone all he wanted but it wouldn't distract him from the fact that his wife seemed utterly smitten with the man.

You were having fun. The Doctor was a funny man, asking the strangest things. Like 'How do you spell Targaryen?' and 'How long have you been a monarchy?'

"What's a monarchy?" You didn't understand what was so hilarious about your husbands reply, but the Doctor was laughing like a giddy child.

It wasn't very often that you got visitors here, especially considering Daemon's nefarious past. It was a nice change, and so was the green encroaching upon your husbands face.

Every time the Doctor said something particularly funny and you couldn't help the full belly laugh you gave, Daemon's eyes narrowed a bit more. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his jealousy. The tightness around his eyes as he assessed whether or not you were having just too much fun with the other man.

You made sure to assuage him with kisses throughout the day, small pecks here and there to show your loyalty. But you definitely didn't stop laughing.

By the end of your adventures, with the sun kissing the rolling hills of the island, the Doctor decided that he liked you very much. You reminded him of Amy, sure headed and sparky. You seemed like you had a good life here, full of dragons and fantasy. This was definitely one that Eleven was going to tell River about.

"Are you sure you have to leave?" Daemon stood a mere few feet away from their goodbye, refusing to budge another inch. "The castle has plenty of rooms that can be made-"

"My dragons eat strangers at nightfall."

"Daemon. He doesn't mean that, you'd be more than welcome." You rolled your eyes at his typical bravado, keeping your eyes on the ones that matched his.

"I unfortunately have other engagements that need my attention tonight, Y/N. But I had a lovely day. Thank you for showing me your home." Eleven's smile was warm, and genuine. He would miss this little corner of the multiverse, he was sure of it.

"Maybe you can come and visit again?" Daemon's scoff of disbelief was ignored by both.

"I will definitely pop by again. I need to see little fiery breath all grown up! I'd like to chat with your husband for a moment, before I leave."

With your eyebrow raised, assessing the two men, you gave a nod of dissent. "I'll meet you inside, my love." You gave Daemon a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and smiled one last time at your visitor. "It was nice to meet you, Doctor, I hope to see you again soon."

Daemon was going over the pros and cons of gutting this fucker like a fish as soon as you were out of earshot.

Pros. He would definitely enjoy it.

Cons. You might end up crying. He hated that.

"You've got a lovely home and wife, my friend."

"Yes I do." Daemon had been confused by this Doctor's intentions all day, but right now the man opposite him only exuded a positive energy.

"You care for her a great deal, that much is obvious. Good. Never stop. Those kinds of women only come around once in a lifetime." Eleven gave him a conspiratorial clap on the shoulder as he walked around the man.

Daemon opened his mouth to bite back a retort but was quickly silenced by the appearance of a strange blue box mere feet from them. "What in the fuck is that?"

Eleven snorted and laughed, giving TARDIS a pat this time as he opened the door. "Oh, it's just my ride. Much bigger on the inside. Name your next dragon Doctor Jr, please."

And with that he was gone, Daemon's head spinning while the chiming of the TARDIS's leaving faded into the sunset.

"That was incredibly strange."

The Targaryen startled just a bit, turning to face you. "What happened to awaiting me inside, wife?"

Your smirk was playful while your hands wrapped around his waist, chin tilted up to gaze at him. "And leave you alone with some stranger? What if he had ran you through?"

Daemon growled low in his chest, the same possessive need filling him at your touch as it always did. "Do you not believe me to be the better swordsman?"

"You know I like to see you get dirty." Your voice was dangerously low, pulling at the strings you knew he had tightest at the moment.

"Seems like you wouldn't have minded seeing The Doctor get dirty as well." Daemon Targaryen was many things but bitter was certainly not one of them. Until right this moment.

"Daemon." Your lips met his once, quickly. "My husband." Your lips returned to his, lingering this time in the want you could feel radiating from him. "King of my heart. I will never want anyone but you."

He pulled your head to his then, mouth forcing yours open in a bruising, claiming kiss.

"Let's get inside. There was something I wanted to do earlier."

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I tried!! let me know how ya liked it

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ghouljams · 4 months

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gross könig with a darling with no refractory period, she comes and shes shaking and is immediately back up like the undertaker to jump his bones

shes about to lure that monster of a man into a false sense of security to drain his balls every fuckin night

könig might be trying fuck her til she passes out but shes literally suckin it til hes shivering and shooting blanks and having dry Os

(i wanna put this on anon mode im so embarrassed rn)

This is just seer!König and fae!liebling

Shaking, gasping for breath with tears streaming down you face. König panting over you, his hair hanging over you as he watches you twist your fingers in the blankets. You whimper, and push your hips back against his cock, silently begging for more. Another and another and another. You want more. He fucks you so good, hits so deep and aching, you can feel it in your stomach. Sometimes when he's particularly rough with you your insides hurt for a while after, a dull throbbing proof that König was there. You live for that feeling. You push your hips back. König shudders.

"Meine liebling," he pants, "you can't-" you bounce yourself on his cock, still desperately hard inside you, and he moans. "Shieß," he swears, settling his big hands on your shoulders and leaning his weight on them. You're thoroughly pinned as he pistons his cock into you, you hardly have the time to feel the moans he forces out of you before their sound fills the room. Good, good, he fucks you like he doesn't care if it hurts, like he hopes it hurts, good. You bite the quilt because the drool pooling under your parted lips is starting to get annoying. The smack of his hips against your ass is music to your ears, his grunts and moans your symphony, you've never been happier. He slows, and you can feel the shudder of his muscles. "Can't," he tells, "you've-"

You don't let him finish whatever bullshit he was going to spout off. There's no can't. He said he was going to fill you full, you're not full yet. You hook a leg around his hip and throw your weight to switch positions. König's back hits the bed and you bounce on his lap, facing the wrong way but good enough. You roll your hips and feel his fat cock twitch inside you. His hands grab at your waist to keep you still, they don't stop you from fucking yourself on him, really they just keep you from falling off when he bucks up into you. You can feel his back arch, feel his cock pulse and his blood thrum with orgasm, but... nothing. You must have drained him dry last round, doesn't matter, you still haven't finished enjoying him. You give him a moment to collect himself, pulling off to readjust to facing him. His fingers tighten their grip on you, his groan almost pained when you sink down onto his cock again.

"You said no tapping out," you remind him. He grits his teeth, hands sliding up your body to grab your throat.

"I'm not," he growls. Something in your comment must give him a fifth wind, making him plant his feet and fuck into your needy hole just like he did hours ago. God you don't think you could ever get used to him.

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swan-of-sunrise · 9 months

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Four)

Summary: Clan Mudhorn enjoys the quiet calm of their homestead on Nevarro, and Din and (Y/N) discuss an important decision for the future of their little family.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: And here we’ve arrived at the end of Season 3 with a short but super-sweet ending! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Four The Homestead (Previous Chapter)

Although Din had visited Nevarro more times than any other planet in the galaxy, it wasn’t until the three of them moved into the cabin on the modest tract of land gifted to them by High Magistrate Karga that he realized just how beautiful the planet was. They lived on the very outskirts of town – close enough to hear the comings and goings of freighter and trade ships by the city gates but far enough away to maintain their much-needed privacy – and from his chair on the porch, Din was able to admire their sprawling tract of land; the land was interspersed with several trees and bushes that provided the wildlife with shade, and there was even a little pond by the cabin’s foot path, where Grogu was currently playing with one of the many frogs.

Din took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze caressing the bare skin of his face and ruffling his hair, and leaned back in his chair as he crossed his legs and propped them up on the porch rail. “Mesh’la…” He smiled when he noticed the child using the Force to levitate the frog, but the familiar gleam in his son’s wide eyes suddenly gave him pause and caused him to call out, “No, Grogu, you’ll spoil your dinner! (Y/N)’s bringing home dinner from the market, remember?” His resolve started to crumble when a dejected Grogu lowered the frog back into the pond and he heaved a relenting sigh. “How about a cookie instead?” Grogu let out a happy coo and leapt through the air, landing on Din’s outstretched legs with a toothy smile on his face; Din chuckled before reaching into his trouser’s pocket and carefully withdrawing one blue cookie from the packet he kept from the mischievous child. “All right, kid, take the cookie.” In the blink of an eye, the cookie flew out of Din’s hand and he snatched it out of the air, taking a big bite of the sweet treat while Din watched with a grin. “Good job, ad’ika! Just don’t tell your mother about this, okay?” Grogu nodded as he enjoyed his cookie, and Din’s smile grew when he heard the hum of a familiar engine in the distance. “Speaking of your mother…”

Leaving Grogu on the porch to finish up his contraband, Din walked around the cabin’s corner and leaned against a stack of cargo crates as he watched the approaching land-speeder. Thanks to (Y/N)’s bartering skills, they obtained a secondhand land-speeder for traveling to and from the city with ease; Din and Grogu spent time tuning up the engine while (Y/N) worked on hand-sewing a commission from Bo-Katan – new flight suits for the dozen Mandalorian survivors and the covert’s foundlings who found themselves going through sudden growth spurts – and in the process, Din learned the hard way that Grogu preferred to play with the tools over learning how to make repairs. They usually kept their land-speeder docked beside the N-1, which was where (Y/N) parked before jumping out and walking up to him with her arms laden with canvas bags. “Hi, sweetheart! Did you have a good day?”

“Mm-hmm, I finally got the kriffing water pump working again and Grogu helped me clean up the garden.” Din leaned down to give her lips a quick peck and took the bags from her. “How was the market, alor’ad?”

“It was great!” They walked into the cabin and when Din set the bags down onto the kitchen counter, (Y/N) began to unpack them as she continued. “I picked up more thread and even found a vendor selling buttons, so I’ll be able to finish Bo-Katan’s order and we can drop it off on Mandalore on our way to meet Captain Teva on Adelphi next week. The port manager told me that Boba’s shipment of sewing equipment from Tatooine is halfway through the Hydian Way, and she told me that we can borrow a port cart to transport the shipment home when it arrives the day after tomorrow. Oh, and the Anzellans said that we can pick R5 up tomorrow; his tune-up went very well, but he’s really looking forward to coming home with us.”

Hearing his wife call their tract of land home sent a feeling of warmth throughout Din’s body and he took a moment to admire her; the light filtering through the kitchen window from planet’s setting sun illuminated her stunning features, and the combination of the happy sparkle in her (Y/E/C) eyes and the beautiful smile gracing her face made him once again thank the Maker for placing her in his path all those cycles ago. “I’m glad that you’ve had such a productive day, but it sounds like you could use a little relaxation. How about we crack open that bottle of Coruscant mead after the kid falls asleep tonight?”

“Mmm, I knew that I married a brilliant man,” The captain replied with a grin, curling her fingers around the collar of his tunic and pulling him down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Din hummed in pleasure but just as he placed his hands on her waist and started to deepen their kiss, a cheerful coo sounded throughout the cabin and they separated to see Grogu jump up onto the counter beside them. “Hi, little guy! Did you have a nice day here with your father?” The child gave her an emphatic nod, and Din’s eyes widened as (Y/N) reached over to gently brush several blue crumbs off the collar of his robe. “Ah, I see that someone let you have a cookie before dinner…”

Din quickly rearranged his expression into one of innocence when (Y/N) gave him a pointed glare. “Who, me? Ner cyar’ika alor’ad, that doesn’t sound at all like something I’d do.”

Unconvinced, (Y/N) scooped Grogu up into her arms and pressed a kiss onto his wrinkled head. “Well, since you managed to get yourself messy, little guy, you’ll have to have a bath before dinner…” Grogu grunted in displeasure, having never been too fond of baths, and (Y/N) smiled sweetly up at Din before placing the disgruntled child into his arms. “And you’ll be giving him his bath, sweetheart. Have fun!”

The captain disappeared into their bedroom to change and Din watched her saunter away for a moment before heaving a half-amused, half-exasperated sigh. “Okay, kid, let’s get this over with. And no Force-tricks with the water this time, got it?”

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Later that evening, after the three of them had eaten their dinner together and they’d put Grogu to bed, Din and (Y/N) found themselves lying on the flat roof of their cabin and drinking Coruscant mead while they watched meteors streaking across the starry night sky high above them.

“You know,” Din’s fingers drummed against his stomach as his eyes followed the flashes of light dancing across the sky. “Mandalorians have a phrase for this.”

With her arms folded to cushion the back of her head, (Y/N) glanced over at him and arched a curious brow. “A word for getting tipsy off of expensive mead and watching a meteor shower?”

“Mir’sheb.” He smiled and shook his head in loving exasperation as his wife giggled. “It’s a phrase that encapsulates the state of peace and rest: Suum ca’nara.”

They both returned their gazes to the night sky and (Y/N) hummed to herself. “Summ ca’nara. It’s a beautiful phrase, sweetheart…but I’m not sure that we’ve achieved it just yet.”

Din’s brow furrowed and he rolled onto his side so that he could see the captain’s face; her expression was nothing but pensive as she stared transfixed up at the meteors and stars above, but there was something lingering in her voice that told him she was deep in thought. “The Mandalorian factions have united as one, Mandalore has been reclaimed from Imperial control, and Moff Gideon is dead. We’re working as independent contractors for the New Republic, our clan has a home to call our own, and you can finally work towards your dream of owning your own seamstress shop. What more could we possibly want?”

“It’s just…” (Y/N) bit her lip and took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “I was thinking that maybe…well, maybe Grogu would like having a little brother or sister someday. What do you think?”

Din could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he processed his wife’s words and while she waited for him to reply, he envisioned the remarkable future she presented him with. A baby who resembled both of their parents was peacefully sleeping in a floating pram while (Y/N) worked on a half-finished gown to rival the very best that royal Naboo seamsters could offer, and Din was hard at work training Grogu the Way of the Mandalore outside their modest cabin; Clan Mudhorn would expand from three to four and thanks to their hard efforts, Din and (Y/N) would raise their children in a galaxy that was safer than ever before. It was the sort of future that Din never allowed himself to long for before meeting (Y/N) and even after marrying her, it was one that always seemed impossible for them to achieve. But as he looked down into her (Y/E/C) eyes and saw all the happiness glimmering within them despite living a life filled with sacrifice, hardships and loss – a life so similar to the one he’d lived before crossing paths with the captain and the child – Din realized that as long as (Y/N) and Grogu were by his side, they could achieve the future he’d always dreamed of.

As a smile slowly spread across his face, Din leaned down and gently cradled the hopeful captain’s cheek with a steady hand. “We’re gonna have our hands full, you know.”

“Mm-hmm. Any baby of ours is bound to inherit their father’s bounty hunter’s stubbornness.”

“And they’re certainly gonna be as intelligent as their smuggler mother.”

“A baby that’s a perfect blend of the two of us being raised alongside a Force-wielding Mandalorian apprentice,” (Y/N) mused, a playful gleam in her eyes brought on by their rapport. “Sounds like one hell of an adventure to me.”

Din nodded as his thumb caressed the soft skin of her cheek. “An adventure I’d only ever go on with you by my side, alor’ad.”

Beaming with happiness, (Y/N) flung her arms around his neck as their lips soon met in a kiss filled with burning desire, the pair of them spending the evening locked in a passionate embrace as the stars shone high above and the promise of their suum ca’nara filled the warm night air.

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Mando’a Translations:

Ad’ika-Son Alor’ad-Captain Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Suum ca’nara-The state of blissful rest and peace

A/N: And there we have it! Once again, I'd like to thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging of this fic, it means so, so much to me! The adventures of the Mandalorian and the Captain will continue once Season 4 is released but until then, I'll try my best to update with deleted/extended scenes or small blurbs, so stay tuned for that!

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iamsherlocked-1998 · 15 days

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝

Summary: Only memories saved in.

Words: 1000.

Din Djarin x GN! Reader: Just something Sweet. Maybe some moral dilemma.

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It was a hot day, spring weather was sliding inexorably towards summer, light filtered through the window, filling the room. Your duties at the Nevarro library had ended and you were unfortunately picking up Karga's dispatch after the Magistrate had recently passed away.

Grogu was in the other room playing with his friend IG-11, who had followed you inside after round against crime in the city. Then the sound of the boy's laughter filled the air.

You approached full of curiosity only to see how the droid was playing a scene like a holovid format, but instead of being a movie it looked like a recording, in which you could see the boy attached to his mechanical protector while itself shot at enemies. They had to be memories from before you met Mando.

-When is this from? It seems like a difficult situation (you asked with a remarkable question mark).

-The imperials attacked, my task as guardian droid was to protect the child.

The metallic voice filled the room, it was a predictable response, but the playback function was unknown to you.

-I didn't know that everything you saw was recorded, especially after…

You were going to say after being destroyed among lava as The Mandalorian told you, but it seemed unnecessary.

-It is the duty of a good guardian to pay attention to everything around. It also helped to know the extent of the Mandalorian's injuries in medical care.

-Di… Did Mando get hurt?

You had always been aware of the danger that the clan of two faced, especially when they first met and following months, but you did not know that the physical damage would have been of sufficient magnitude to be urgently assisted by a medical droid, nor that Djarin would lend himself to it...

-Yes, after the explosion the bacta was essential for his recovery, also the lack of presence of any living being in the reconnaissance.

That last one made your eyebrows rise to your hairline. The only time the hunter used those words was when he explained the importance for his creed of the… the only possible answer is that he took off his helmet in front of the droid.

-Do you have images of Mando without the helmet?

-Again, it was essential for his survival, I believed that it was well known in beings of your condition that to deal with possible concussion is necessary to access the nervous system in the back of the head.

You rolled your eyes at the attempt at sarcasm.

-Do you want me to play the images for any particular reason?

Your heart stopped dead at the mere mention of it.

-I can't do that, it would be against Mando's privacy… his creed forbids it and is very important to him.

-According to the Mandalorian creed in its literal sense, his members cannot remove their helmet or be seen by others, but he is not even present since it is a projection, it's not real.

Your lips parted, trying to refute that logic was extremely complicated. But it still felt like a betrayal. You and Din had known each other for months and shared almost everything that was possible between two people, but the helmet was always present, without a doubt everything worked very well.

You always had a bitter feeling in your throat as to whether he would really have that last act of trust with you later or things stay the same. Not that it was essential, he was too important to you and his personality meant everything, it was still tempting to use this as a last resort and not let anyone know.

-Play the images...please (you let out a slight resigned sigh).

At that moment the mechanism was set in motion. You saw how Mando was lying on the ground and a metal arm accessed the beskar dome to detach it. What you glimpsed was the last thing expected.

The most expressive brown eyes you had ever seen greeted you, anguish and pain were visible in the grimace of his face and was covered in blood. The state he was in broke your heart, but you smiled sadly. Despite everything, of course Din was beautiful.

He was a few years older than you, but he showed a vulnerability that made him look younger, despite all his experiences, an unusual innocence was observed. His unkempt hair curled at the edges of it, as if he had let it grow longer than it should, he had a faint trace of stubble and a small scar on the bridge of his nose. All of this was finished off by luxurious lips.

You heard how Din in the video mentioned something about his brain and the droid responded with a bad joke, making the man raise his eyebrow, but you couldn't process much more of the conversation as you were focused on the speaker of the words. It was incredible how all his thoughts were reflected without a filter to the outside by his expressions.

You hadn't realized but Grogu was next to you, watching with curiosity and his head tilted at the video of his father, a small soft squeal reached your ears. Suddenly the recording stopped.

-Do you already have the information you requested?

You nodded distractedly at IG-11's voice, which brought you out of your reverie.

-Yes, thank you, but no one can know this.

-You are an authorized person. Who and how the records are accessed is confidential.

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The three of you walked calmly through the city towards the small cabin, Din's mission was over and at the end of the day he picked you up to go home.

You were lost in thought as the little green one slept in your arms, you couldn't stop thinking about what you saw, looking at your partner in amazement. Of course the hunter noticed, your gaze was so insistent and intense that it burned him.

-Something wrong? (You noticed the slight amusement in his words, oblivious to the events of the day).

-Nothing, just...I'm glad to spend time together, with you.

Din ascend firmly but gently.

-If you want we can put those shows that Grogu likes so much, so you can rest.

-I would like that.

You said with a wide smile as the Mandalorian held your hand.

#the mandalorian #din djarin x gn!reader #pedro pascal #din grogu #ig 11 #pedro pascal characters #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x male reader

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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The Gentle Admission of Innocent Daydreams

(BLUE MACARONS AKA SPACE COOKIES- Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his girlfriend, aka “Pichurri who is also his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: A little vicarious embarrassment, Javi not reading the room and being a little bit of a jerk. Two sweethearts that are just stupid for each other.

Summary: Javi pushes a little too far in his teasing and goes out of his way to make his girl happy.

A/N: I think it’s safe to say that I am always in my Javi feels and I’m trickling back into my Din feels, so The Mandalorian and Mando fanfic is on my mind. This will make more sense rather early in the story. I also have @aaaaaeklnnry to thank for dropping thots into my inbox that gave me some ideas I giggled at all alone in my room like a dork. Then I just allowed myself to get really indulgent with this, so apologies, it goes to a really silly place. But I hope you still find Javi as fkn adorable as I do. <3

If you’re curious where the nicknames “Sunday” and “Pichurri” come from, you can find them both at the series masterlist!

You have twenty minutes before you have to leave for your meeting with the Quality and Inventory Specialists up from Toledo and even though you know the answer, you stop by Javi’s office one last time to see if he’d like to go with you. It’s routine, a chore, nothing you can’t handle yourself, just a little data recording and signature seals. But it’s still technically his business and he should have the right to oversee if he wants to.

But he doesn’t want to. Otherwise his office wouldn’t be abandoned.

There are three separate espresso cups on his desk, all empty. And his phone. The door off the veranda is open.

Ah. To the pool then.

Imposter syndrome has been hitting him hard lately. After an indie filmmaker in Los Angeles took a look at Javi’s script and fell in love with it, your boss-and-boyfriend has been on a non-stop rollercoaster of elation and nail-biting anxiety over proposed edits and redrafts that have sent him to the water more often than not in the past couple of weeks.

Sure enough, his broad, tanned form is gliding through the pool as you arrive, having just pushed off from the deep end; he torpedoes under a surface that reflects the blue sky, giving off the aura of a superhero in flight.

Choosing a towel from the nearby table and spreading it at the pool's edge, you remove your flats and carefully take a seat. The idea is to get your feet and legs in the water where he will see them–it’s the best way to get his attention–but keep your skirt dry. The respect you’re met with from the Toledo representative tends to be higher the more professional and put-together you look, and this suit is playing your best hand.

Kicking your feet lazily under the surface does the trick and before long there’s a flash of brown beneath the blue as hands wrap themselves around your ankles and you’re met with your favorite brown eyes in a wet face coming up to greet you.

“Mi amor,” he hums as he pulls himself forward to kiss your knee and you pull your skirt back an inch so the drip from his hair won’t catch it.

Javi’s eyes flash eagerly and his cheeks rise into a bright grin–you can see immediately that he has the wrong idea and are just able to keep ahead of him as he kisses up and over your knee, chasing the hem of your skirt as you pull it away from him, unveiling more than it was your mission to reveal this morning.

“Javi!” you laugh, finally catching his face and stopping his pursuit. “I have to go meet the inspector and if you ruin this suit, I will ruin you.”

With a sad pout, he wraps his arms around your calves and plunks his cheek upon your lap, a melodramatic sigh heaving out of him over your knees. “That would not be so terrible.” Running your fingers through his waves, separating them and pushing the water to beads at their ends, you feel him purr into your thigh.

“I assume you’re not coming with me to the meeting then.”

“Nnnnno.”

“I know it’s not your favorite way to spend an afternoon.”

“Nnno.”

“Is everything okay? How are the rewrites going?”

The purr becomes a muffled growl of agony. “I am stuck.”

“Oh, my sweet boy, I’m sorry. You know what might help jostle those thoughts?”

He lifts his head, looking to you in hope. “Hmm?”

Leaning over, you bestow a kiss to his dripping, wrinkled forehead. “Getting out. You could come with me to this inspection.” Another growl and a re-plunking of his head to your thigh is lovingly rewarded by your easy, sympathetic laughter. “Oh, Javi! I’m sorry! Awwww.”

“It’s very serious–!”

“I know! I know. But, I mean, I’m only half joking. You just need to detach for a little bit. Think of something else. Even if it’s writing something else. Your old script or start a new one. A short story? Fanfiction!”

He scoffs lightly into the top of your leg, “Feh. Fanfiction. I don’t write fanfiction.”

The disdain with which he throws this suggestion off stings a little and your retaliation runs ahead of its consequences. “There’s nothing wrong with fanfiction! It’s a perfectly acceptable form of entertainment. Lots of writers like to play with it–there’s no pressure, no rules, it’s a complete creative sandbox. You have a given kit of characters and a world you can use or not use. Readers get to experience their favorite characters in new ways, go on adventures with them, fall in love with them. It’s–”

You stop when you realize he’s watching you with interest.

“Pichurri?” His grin advances slowly, stalking its way across his face as he savors this new piece of ammunition. “Do you read fanfiction? Like porn?”

“No!...I mean, I do, but it’s not…I suppose some of it is, but I read all kinds, not just the, uh, not just the smut,” the last part arrives as a self-conscious whisper, not quite confident in your admission but not able to lie to him either. “Fanfiction isn’t just porn–”

“Mi amorrrrrr,” he coos, squeezing his arms tighter around your calves, “What naughty stories do you read, hmm? Who do you sigh over? Is there only one bed at the hotel?”

“I don’t–You. You can barely make fun of it. You’re writing a screenplay about Nicolas Cage. A real person. Real person fanfiction is frowned upon in some circles–”

His arms hold your legs tight as he starts to lean back into the water. “Oh no, this is not about my script. I want to know your inner desires. Who do you want to fall in love with over and over again? Hmm? Is it Indiana Jones?” He gives a little tug and you gasp as he pulls your rear a little closer to the edge. “Or John Wick?” Another tug. “I know. You like the Mandalorian.”

With some horror and a little squirming, you realize he’s going to pull you into the pool and ruin your carefully put together look if you don’t answer. “Javi. I have a meeting to go to. You wouldn’t dare–” Another tug, more forceful this time. “Javi, please!!”

“Tell me, and I let you go.”

“Javi–” another tug and you almost clear the rim– “yes, the Mandalorian! I like a lot of Star Wars fanfiction, but he’s my favorite! Please, Javi, please please don’t!”

The spell breaks and he instantly sees he’s played too hard as he drops your legs and slides his hands up your shaking thighs to help you settle back on the edge of the pool. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” but something in his face changes, becomes instantly distressed as he sees the true effect he’s had on you. “Oh, mi pichurri, I should not have forced you. That was too much. My love. Did I hurt you? I only wanted to tease–”

“I know, It’s okay,” you thread your trembling fingers through his hair, let them curl under and around his jaw to distract him as you slip your legs up and away from him. “You scared me, that’s all. But I’m...going to be late and I have to go or you won’t have certification to sell in the south region. We’ll talk about it when I get home.”

“Sunday–”

“It’s okay, Javi. I’ll see you later.”

“Te amo, mi pichurri.”

“I know you do. I love you too.”

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Being riled up before the meeting had taken you a little off-balance and made you frustrated with Javi, but about fifteen minutes into the inspection and its accompanying data talk, you found your footing and could almost hear his warm, sweet voice in your head–

“You work too hard, my sunshine.”

Perhaps. But you like your job. You like his family’s business and the olive groves. It brings you pride to be on hand for the test of the latest pressing. And, ultimately, your job is what brought you to Javi. And he is more than just a small part of the joy in your life, he is the heart of it.

So it didn’t take long for the feeling to simmer off and to put on your most professional and catering smile, winning over the Toledo representative and getting an assurance that contracts for the southern region would be crossing Mr. Gutierrez’ desk soon.

It is this news you deliver as you drop your files into an armchair and curl up beside Javi on your office couch where he was waiting for you when you returned.

“Toledo and Murica contracts will come together, but we’ll be getting the Andalusian contracts separately from their partner in Seville.”

“Mm. Good.”

It’s not like him–he usually beams with pride when you go above and beyond duty and take on some of his responsibilities that he doesn’t like doing. But he’s quiet now. Contemplative. You know what’s bothering him and you won’t get far with him until it’s addressed.

“I’m not angry with you, Javi. Have you been moping about this all afternoon?”

“You seemed very angry.” His eyes are soft, apologetic. “I wish you would not feel embarrassed to tell me what makes you happy. But I shouldn’t push you to share before you’re ready.”

“Oh.” It takes a few blinks for that one to sink in. “To be honest...I was more shaken up by you threatening to keep me from the meeting. It was important for me to show up looking professional and I thought you were going to pull me underwater, I…thought you didn’t care about that.”

“Of course I care about…you are beautiful–”

“About the fact that it was important to me. That I’m proud of my position in your family business.”

“Pichurrrrri,” he sighs, gathering you to him, “I am very sorry. I don’t want you to think that I don’t see it. It was very stupid of me. I will make it up to you.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

A few relaxed minutes slide by, coaxed forward by the breeze that comes off the sea through your office windows, smoothed down by the slow tide of his thumb over your shoulder where he holds you close. This is the only thing that could keep you away from your files, just these quiet moments, being in the present with the sweetest man you’ve ever known, thanking your past self for sticking with the rigorous hiring cycle that brought you to the Gutierrez estate.

“I’m happy you were not embarrassed.”

“Hmm?”

“About the fanfiction stories.”

This pulls you away from him, your cheeks starting to heat. “Oh. Well. Good.”

“Because I did some reading this afternoon. Do you know an Archival of Their Own?”

Oh god. “You…read–?”

“Yes. Some of it is very good. But many stories have plot issues and some are derivative of–have you read ‘A Hard Day?’”

It’s too much. And you stand, moving away and busying yourself with the paperwork at your desk. “Javi…I just…read occasionally. It’s not like…it’s just something for me, a little release…”

“Oh yes, I can understand that. You are right, it is not just porn, there are deep, emotional–”

“Javi? I appreciate you taking an interest in something I said I enjoyed. But. We don’t have to talk about it.”

He’s quiet behind you for a second. “I have embarrassed you again. I’m not teasing this time, I–”

“I know, I just…” he’s patient, allowing you to take your time, a signal that he knows this is important and wants to listen. You reward him by returning to sit next to him on the couch. “I just…” he waits again while you take a breath and let it out, “I don’t want you to think I don’t love you just because I read some romances about a bounty hunter in space. The stories are exciting and fantastic and they’re not meant to be real life.” Slipping your hand in his, your heart leaps when he grips it eagerly, his whole being a sponge ready to soak up anything about yourself or your heart you are willing to share with him. “I just didn’t want it to hurt you. Or for you to think I’m silly. I am happy here with you.”

“You think I would find you silly? Hurt me? Sunday.” He uses his free hand to bring your eyes to his. “I promise I will work harder to show you that you can trust me, mi amor. I promise I am not so complicated as you think.”

Like always, he knows the hallways of your heart, choosing the correct key for every lock, cracking the safe open to free your smile. “Oh, I think you’re much more complicated than I ever imagined.”

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At the end of the following week, the contracts for the southern region are signed, stamped, and notarized, everything locked in for a major share of distribution, Javi’s father congratulates him on good work which has your boss beaming.

So it’s no surprise when you find a bouquet of macarons on your desk and a little note in Javi’s handwriting:

You work too hard, sunshine. No work today. Come to the screening room with me. I said I would make it up to you.

Make it up to you? What does that mean? For what?

One glance at the macarons and you remember.

Blue macarons. Space cookies. In a silver vase. Tied with green and beige ribbons sticking out like little ears...

Closing your eyes with a resigned smile, you can’t help but shake your head. He wants to watch the Mandalorian with you? Fine. Well, then you’ll be doubly honest with him and skip straight to ‘The Marshal’. Why have one beautiful warrior in armor when you can have two?

Picking a macaron out of the bundle and sinking your teeth through its fragile and chewy exterior, you turn your back on your desk and head down the hall.

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The home theater room is already dark when you arrive, some Star Wars media already playing–the view from a cockpit moving through hyperspace.

Something’s not quite right though because…the scene on the large screen doesn’t change. It keeps going. But it has to be The Mandalorian because you hear Din say,

“Don’t be afraid.”

A startled scream rises in your chest when you turn toward the voice. Din Djarin himself comes into focus as your eyes adjust to the darkness, all hulking armor and intimidating visor–

–but the scream is caught, swallowed, you’re stopped, staring in awe instead. He’s...the costume is film accurate, right down to the weathered yellow fingertips on the gloves.

You give a tiny jump as one of those gloved hands comes out to take one of your own, not really expecting him to be...what. Alive? Real? Animate? The helmet nods a little, and a recorded baritone rumbles out of the vocoder, “I beg your forgiveness. How can I atone?”

What. Is happening.

You have to fight back a laugh that is meant to serve many purposes. He’s surprising and ridiculous and sweet all at once and–you can’t help but admit, once the shock and awkwardness evens out, once you fight the urge to run away and give into the play, once you accept graciously that this is a gift for you–it’s more than just a little thrilling.

“Javi–”

“I’m a Mandalorian.” It’s a seamless illusion, he must have paid thousands of dollars for the recreation. The beskar calls to you–shiny, reflective–it’s warm under your fingertips, heated by his body. “Stop touching things.”

Yanking your hand back in surprise, you can’t help but giggle a little out of nerves, embarrassed a little by your excitement. It’s not every day that a fantasy comes true so convincingly. And it’s not just any man who would make it happen for you. “Sorry.”

“Come on.” Taking you by the upper arm and ushering you to the couch in front of the screen, he sits you down. “Don’t move, understand? You have something I want.”

Ooof. That voice. “I…um. Okay. And you think I’m just going to give it to you?”

A tiny tilt of the helmet, and a husky low laugh. Another tilt. This must be how he’s controlling the soundbox. “I like those odds.”

You can’t help but smile up at the visor, playing along but letting him understand that you love him for this. “So this thing you want…is it me?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He reaches into one of his belt pouches and pulls out a…what is that?

A blindfold.

“I can bring you in warm…or I can bring you in cold.”

This time you do laugh, fully, genuinely, not out of nervousness, but out of pure, loving delight, and you don’t dare censor your enjoyment. He waits patiently for you to settle back into your smile and you swear you can feel a matching one radiating from behind the visor.

“Warm,” you whisper.

He kneels in front of you. “Yeah? Good.” Proceeds to fit your blindfold properly.

The Mandalorian’s hands guide your own to his helmet and there’s even a slight hiss as you lift.

It’s far better than a dream come true as his gloved fingers cradle your jaw and his lips land warm on yours. And not because you’re getting the chance to kiss Din Djarin. Because you know you’re lucky enough to be kissed by the most wonderful man in the world, one who would do anything–anything, even become someone else–to make you smile.

When he pulls back to let you breathe, you feel him lightly drag the bridge of his nose along your cheek and kiss your forehead before pulling you onto his lap to let you lead. You trace your fingers along the textures of the suit–the shoulder armor, the bandolier–and then the curve of his jaw, the brush of his mustache, the plush of his lips. You can’t help but smile when you find he’s grinning up at you, the crinkles you feel at the sides of his face betraying sincere joy.

And when you whisper how much you love him, it’s almost better to have a return to the Castilian musicality as he tries–and adorably fails–at an impersonation.

“This is the way.”

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Din and Cobb Vanth are pursuing the krayt dragon on the screen as Javi spoons you on the couch. Beskar pieces litter the floor of the home theater, Javi himself having just shed himself of the top half of the flight suit.

“It was hot,” he says.

“I agree.”

“No. I mean that the suit is hot.”

“Yes. And I said I agree.”

He pulls you in and punishes you for your insolence with a growl to the neck until you yip and pry him away.

“Did you buy this suit?”

“I did.” He points to the screen. “It is built by the same team that did the ones in the show.”

“So you own it. It’s yours.”

He makes a sound of sly understanding. “So you would like to see it return for something more?”

“Maybe.”

“Well. Perhaps you should send me some stories you like.”

You smile, keeping your eyes on the screen. “Maybe I’ll send you some of my own.”

He gasps. “Your own? Sunday. You are holding out on me!”

“You have to be nice though. Promise not to laugh. I’m not the real writer in this room, mine are mainly meant for my eyes only…”

“No. No I wouldn’t dream of laughing at your heart, pichurri. You are so good to mine.”

Leaning back, you sigh into his safe, broad form. “I believe you.”

“Besides. I’m looking forward to seeing what you would like me to do in the suit next.”

“Really? You like the suit?” Your own sly discovery comes out in a little hum. “Have you ever seen a movie called ‘Prospect?’”

“No. What is it?”

You twist around to kiss him through a laugh. “It’s what we’re watching tonight.”

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Writers’ Iron Chef #11: Staying the Night

[PROMPT] “I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Jack Russell, Werewolf by Night x F!Reader

Rating: M, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female (and monster!) bodies, allusions to monsterfucking but we cut to black (sorry babes I ran out of time).

Summary: "Has this ever worked before?" "Once."

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 11.

In honor of the Spooky Season, and because I had a fun time watching Werewolf by Night, I'm bringing a new boy into the mix this time. I just want to write some fun werewolf shenanigans with Gael García Bernal. Don't worry Pedro, you're always first in my heart.

Did I walk right up to the monsterfucking door and knock but then run out of time to finish the prompt? Yes, yes I did. But I had a lot of fun doing the walking. Enjoy!

The story concludes in Mistake.

His eyes are human, surprisingly. Popular media had you convinced he’d be something much less than a man, something hungry and lupine. There are aspects - the claws, the fangs, the wiry hair covering his body. But his eyes are the same that stared down at you when he pleaded for you to go.

“The wolf doesn’t care who you are,” he said, hands tight around your shoulders. “He eats and he runs and anything that gets in his way is fair game. This is not something you can reason with.”

Jack soothed his bruising grip with gentler strokes, and you couldn’t dismiss the pain on his face as an overreaction. You knew what you were asking.

“What can he remember, then? If not faces and names, how can I communicate with him? He can’t just be a monster, thinking and unfeeling, Jack, we both know that.” The way his face fell at the word that haunts him - monster, through no fault of his own - made you cup his face in your hands. Your eyes traced the lines and smudges of his ancestral markings, fingers stroking along his jaw.

“If he’s a wolf, he should behave like one. And most great beasts hunt by smell,” you offered. Jack’s face lightened with clarity, eyes flitting over your shoulder as he contemplated this bit of information.

“If I scent you, he might…recognize you,” he concluded, a smile gracing your face. “It’s still too dangerous,” Jack insisted, but you were already shrugging off your jacket and baring your pulse points.

“One day this will happen out of your control, and I would like to be prepared in whatever way I can,” you said, Jack’s eyes softening with a mix of understanding and despair. “Please, Jack. It can’t hurt to try.”

Jack had pressed his face into your neck before, inhaling deeply after your first kiss. He told you later, wrapped in blankets and sated, that your scent speaks more words than your mouth ever can. You could be encased in stone in a crowd of thousands and it would still bring him straight to you. It’s unique, ever-evolving, and the first thing he fell in love with.

This was something different. There was a need in the way Jack gripped your wrists, pressing his pert nose to your pulse and inhaling deeply. It spiked arousal in your hips, the intimacy of his mouthing at your delicate skin.

“It still may not be enough. You'll have to look him in the eye, show him you know him, you know me,” he growled, low and quiet, as your heartbeat hammered in your chest. His nose trailed up your arm, lips leaving searing kisses along your skin. By the time he was nosing behind your ear you had pressed flush to him, arm winding around his waist and fisting into his jacket. Puffs of breath warm your skin, each deep inhale followed by a rattling exhale. When his tongue laved a wet path along your neck your knees almost gave out.

“Lover, your scent is strongest here,” he whispered, one lithe hand cupping your sex. The electric slide of his palm pulled a whine from your mouth, a pleading yes, that dropped you on your back with Jack’s face between your legs. As he scented and mouthed at the cradle of your arousal, you thought his fervor might be reminiscent of the wolf.

The lovemaking that followed was slow, careful, sensual and deep, like every time Jack takes you apart. He likes it that way, wants the wolf to be far from your soft body. Sometimes, you wish he would allow a small part of him in.

When the moon fills next, you watch him pace the locked room, eyes sharp and fearful.

“This is not a good idea. You should leave. This won’t work, please leave,” he pleads, even though the lengths of chain manacling his wrists and neck keep him several paces from you. You steel your jaw, resolute.

“I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

Jack shakes his head, rolling his shoulders with a hiss as the transformation begins.

“The whole time. You aren’t shouldering this alone anymore.”

Pain wracks his face, body folding to kneel on the ground. His breath comes out in short bursts, panting against the change overcoming him.

“I love you, Jack Russell, and I will love the beast you harbor.”

The howl that rips from Jack’s throat raises goosebumps all over. Watching in morbid fascination, Jack’s lean body snaps and cracks as hands become claws, his chest barrels out and hair blankets his body. His face, however, remains. You worried that he would be unrecognizable, but once the transformation ends he truly is a wolf-man. The rattle of the chains snap you back to your predicament.

“Jack, it’s me,” you say, loud and clear, as the wolf watches you with interest. He stalks to the end of his lead with a snap, snarling and spitting as you circle him. “Breathe, Jack. You said you’d know my scent anywhere. Breathe. Know I’m here.”

The wolf seems to pay you some mind, following your path while huffing and watching you. After circling the room once you take a step closer. The wolf doesn’t move, only watches your slow approach.

“Jack, I don’t want to rush it, but it might have worked,” you say, still two good paces away but closer than you ever thought you would get. Relief bleeds into your bones. This could work.

Metal shrieks as the wolf yanks hard against his restraints, and with molasses-slow observation you witness the chain failing, zipping through the manacles and collar as the wolf pulls free. Your reflexes catch up, spinning you around and into a dead sprint, but you’re against a creature with supernatural abilities. He’s on you before you can get three paces.

The slam of your back against the floor knocks the wind out of you, tears springing to your eyes.

“Jack, please,” you gasp, eyes shut and body shaking underneath the weight of the wolf’s bulk. When jaws don’t snap around your skull you hazard a look.

His eyes are human, not yellow or red as rubies, raking over your face. The press of his claws against your chest keeps you beneath him, hips forcing your legs apart. You lie still, waiting for some sign that he knows who you are.

A hot breath, a dip of his head to stroke his nose across your cheek. You almost start crying again, this time in relief.

“Oh Jack, Jack you’re there,” you gasp, hands coming up to hold the wolf’s face so gently. He nuzzles into your touch, coarse hair slipping through your fingers. You bask in it for a moment longer, waiting for him to release you.

When you meet the wolf’s eyes again you see something you didn’t expect, that never crossed Jack’s mind to anticipate.

The wolf has your scent, laced through with arousal and carnality. Blood rushes to your face when his hips grind into yours, a hard length pressing against your apex. He’s larger than Jack, almost impossibly so, hefty and throbbing against you. The claw on your chest moves to cover your breast, squeezing gentler than you thought possible for something so menacing.

“Oh…oh shit,” you whisper, the wolf’s snarl almost becoming a smirk.

You were his mate after all. And you would be there all night.

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Young Subzero and Old Sub-zero x F reader threesome +18

Warnings: Threesome-. Temperature play. praise kink, Vaginal Sex, Double Vaginal sex. 2 Dom males, 1 sub female. Double Blowjobs, Double handjobs. Kissing. Strangling. NSFW!

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You go to the cafeteria to make yourself a cup of coffee before going to your work. Strangely you felt something like a Wave of power or an earthquake. You are not sure. Pushing this matter to the side. You are still heading to the cafeteria. After reaching the cafeteria, All the people inside look at you. You didn't care it's a normal thing. You still go to the coffee machine to have a cup of coffee. Your steps were fast and known because of the sound of your high heels. You know that everyone in this place is looking at you with not-so-good intentions. You feel their eyes on you. After all, you were breathtakingly beautiful and smart.

“Good morning! , Mrs Liang. How are ya today?” A young man asked. While wiggling his eyebrows at you and that known flirty smile.

“Good and you?” you drily remarked.

“I was not good, Until, I saw you!” The guy flirted, If the Grandmaster was here, He will surely teach him a lesson for flirting with his wife. But unfortunately, he wasn't here. But you can defend yourself from these Young predators. In fact, you had done a very good job defending yourself and knowing their dirty minds.

“Good for you,” You replied while not looking at him.

You tapped a few buttons on the coffee machine, You sighted in pure happiness that this. the machine doesn't take long to make coffee. You only have to wait mere minutes. You thought you can wait while not replying to the fool beside you.

“So, Making coffee for him?” he said, not trying to hide the venom in his tone.

“None of your business” You answered coldly.

Then the machine peeped. Meaning the coffee is ready. You quickly take the cup then leave. Leaving the young man with rage.

Then you head back to the library. Your favourite place in this temple. You had always been a librarian lady. And you loved your job so much. So Sub-zero gave you the library of the temple. And he trusted you with it. You were over the moon when you heard this. Because of you. Most Students began to attend the library. And spent hours there reading books and learning.

Your looks and outfits made everyone like you and fall in love with you. You always wear a long-sleeved blouse with a bow tie in it. Short skirt, Black pantyhose, and black high heels. And as for your hair? It was always held up on a very neat updo with two thick locks of hair as bangs. And lastly elegant glasses for reading and such.

You can say you look like a high school Teacher. You can say you have been “sexualized” by the majority of the male teens in the temple. You remembered a situation where two male teens were distracted by you. They were pouring themselves tea. One of them accidentally poured it on the other teen as the other one shouted in pain. The one who pours realized this quickly apologized and helped him to wipe the tea off him. Strange events happened you cannot mention them all. And it happens because you were there.

The door of the library was loudly opened. And it was a loud slam. You know who it was. It’s Grandmaster Liang. He is finally here.

He clears his throat. And all the students understood what he wants then they all left the place. You were kind of shocked. But hey. Some privacy for you too!

“Hello~” He greeted in his sexy tone of his.

“Hey. Welcome back, love.” You greeted back. As you throw yourself into him.

You realized there is another one. You looked from your angle, and you saw a young man. Surprisingly, it's his younger-self. You could not believe it. You were lost for words.

“I know you had been wondering,” he says. As if he’s reading your mind.

“Yeah. How is that even possible?” you blurted.

“Well, Kronika had broke time and she brought all combatants past counterparts, we defeated her. And they are still stuck in the future.” He summarised

“Oh!” You uttered, not knowing what to say.

You looked at the younger self of your husband. He looked back at you. With a puzzled yet lovely expression on his young face. You glance between your husband and his younger self. You can’t help but feel a bit sad. That you were not there in his youth. If you saw him in his younger days wearing a leather jacket. You will never doubt him to be a famous, Sexy singer. You sight in annoyance. How you wished you met him when he was young. But he told you about his story. With a second thought, you changed your mind.

“Please take a seat! As I prepare coffee for you two” you muttered.

But before you get up, He interrupted you. And motions for you to stay in your seat.

“No need, What I crave is not coffee,” He told, As he grabs your hand as if he was to guide you somewhere. You let him grab your hand to go where he wants with you.

You, Him, and his younger self. You three are standing next to a bookshelf. With a Hurried movement, he slightly lowers a book. Then a hidden door appears. Inside it, there was a room. It looks clean and medium-sized. He motions for the two of you to get inside it. You do as you are told. You both obeyed him. Inside the room. The Grandmaster turns on the light in the room. The room turns out to be a secret room. There is a bed, Drawers, and a table.

After closing the door of the room. He began to undress.

“Both of you undress now!” He ordered them.

The younger sub-zero blushes at this. His face is redder than a tomato. He looks at you to back him up or at least an explanation.

“Don’t look at me please, you should ask yourself that!” You chuckled.

But you were interested, you wanted some kind of sexual activity. You happily undress. You sexually yet slowly take off your shoes. Then your black sexy pantyhose. While looking at the Grandmaster. You reached the skirt. Like your other clothes, you slowly discard them. You kneel in front of the younger Kuai to seduce him.

It didn't take much time to seduce him and make him indulge with you two. The Grandmaster is impressed by your ability to make his younger Self so easily seduced by your moans and luscious physique, To him, you were always a Goddess in a human body. He always loved to worship you and cherish you. Now you were fully naked, and your beautiful long hair is down. Ready to seduce and service.

“Come here~” You sexually called to The younger Kuai. As you sat on the bed.

He was the first to come to you, Fully naked and ready to penetrate you with his frosty member.

The Grandmaster is only watching the events unfold. He watched his younger self. Rubs his member inside your vagina. He smirks when he saw his younger-self's hands move to your huge breasts. Pinching your nipples with both of his hands. You moan louder. You can’t deny that he is good at this. Your moans were not very loud not until he bites your nipple. You scream louder with pleasure, His cold tongue is so good. His thrusts are pleasing to you. You looked at the Grandmaster. He is there watching you both enjoying yourselves.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come here!” You ordered him this time.

“Hehe~” He darkly chuckles.

He obeys you. You gaze at his large and erected member. You stick out your tongue in pure lust and need. He happily pushes his cock inside your mouth to keep it busy.

While the younger Sub-zero keeps your Vagina busy. You feel a sudden drop in the temperature. Of course, two busy cryomancers have a hand in this. You didn't care, You don't give a damn about what is happening to the temperature or the world. All you care now is this moment. Being fucked by two lovely handsome cryomancers and what’s making this worth it? It’s because they are the same person and that person is your lover and husband. You moan loudly while your mouth is busy pleasing his cock.

Meanwhile, The Younger Subzero cock’s stretched you so well. You felt his cock twitch inside your vagina. But he impatiently pulls out his cock. His cock is swollen and hard. And it’s leaking too. While you were sucking off the Grandmaster you pulled out from the Grandmaster’s cock. Motioning for him to put it inside your mouth. He happily obliged and pushed it inside your mouth. You look at the grandmaster to motion him also to push his cock inside your mouth. He happily obliged too. Feeling your mouth stuffed with two huge cocks. It's not hard for you two to do this. In every side of your cheeks, there is a cock. You quickly figure out a way to suck them both without being choked. Both of them stopped thrusting inside your mouth. You pulled out of their cocks. They both looked at you with cocked-up eyebrows. You hold both of their cocks, One above the other.

“Atta girl” The Grandmaster praised you.

You continue to suck them both while moaning. Both were panting and sweating due to the effort their making thrusting their cocks.

You had enough of sucking them. It nearly takes all of your effort to suck two cocks at the same time so you had to think of another less-tiring idea. And that is a “handjob”. You let go of both of their hard-erected cocks. As you quickly hold them together. You started to rub them with excellent expertise that pleased them both. They’re both good at sexual activities.

As expected, Both of them shot their load on your face. You felt the heat of their cum, despite, both being cryomancers.

“That was awesome, sweetheart!” The Grandmaster praised you, while he is panting.

“Indeed it was! Say are you ready for another round?” the younger subzero asked.

“Of course, I am!” you responded to him.

The Grandmaster motioned for you to change your position. You obeyed him as you got up from the bed. He quickly slid under you.

Afterward, you sat on him. You extended your hand to feel his muscular torso. Touching his body with your soft hand and skin. He moans to that.

Then, You extended both of your legs. Moreover, you felt an annoying itch in your vagina. You quickly rub your vagina with your fingers. But that is not enough to please you. They both know it's only their cocks that can please you and reach that Spot that will ride out your orgasm.

“I know what you want~” The Grandmaster purrs into her ears.

“What a minx~” He added sexually.

You felt their hands on you. You felt that your body is only for their fun. At some point, You did not care. Not even the slightest bit. You only wanted to be fucked by them. You loved the Grandmaster unconditionally and you will love his younger-self that way too.

You felt the grandmaster icy’s breath on your neck. As he is holding both of your shoulders to keep you restrained. As he slides his cock easily into your warm, wet needy, vagina.

The younger Sub-zero mimicked him, and slides his cock into your vagina. You kept moaning in pure lust and longing. You were biting your lips to stifle your moans.

“Do not stifle yourself, My minx. I wanna hear you scream~” he demanded with vulgarity in his tone.

They both kept thrusting inside you. At some point, you thought they are going to break you right now. You kept moaning, if not crying with want. The urge to be filled to the brim by two handsome men. One is young and the other is older. You have no idea how long they are gonna last but you wished it wouldn't end. You wished that this will continue forever. You could not let your mind drift somewhere and miss this enjoyable experience. So you lived every moment of it.

But alas, Good things never last. You felt both of their cocks twitch and swell inside you. Both of them moan in pleasure. As their faces tell they are so near to ejaculating.

They both buckle their hips as they burst their load inside you. But the grandmaster's reaction to suppress his louder moans was to strangle you from behind. He quickly holds your neck with his huge hand. He continues to strangle you until every last of his semen is inside your vagina. After that he let go of your neck. As you continue to breath. Younger sub-zero reaction is kissing you to stifle his moans. He quickly attack your lips with his. Even quicker to engulf yours with his.

With that, they finally pulled out their cocks and lay beside you in bed. Both of them kiss each side of your cheek.

“Sleep well, my Goddess,” The Grandmaster says.

“Our Goddess” The younger sub-zero corrected him.

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Captain's Log: Chapter 11

Advocate

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 9.1k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: A little rest and recoup is all they've ever asked for. But when the time to act calls upon us, the best of us choose to answer. What would you choose? Chapter Warnings: P in V sex! (return of the hoes [affectionate]), slight brat taming if you squint, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Pregnancy Mentions, Mature Themes, Language, Political References, References to Canon Plot, References to Canon Deaths

“Mesh’la?”

An expectant whisper filters into the echoes of a dream I’m slowly leaving, the imagined landscape disappearing into a fade-out of blackness.

“Mesh’la?”

I exhaled slowly, my eyes lifting groggily in their exhaustion to the sight of the soft gray light of dawn filtering into our room. We must’ve landed. I don’t remember this room even having windows.

“Mesh’la, you awake?” He whispered urgently, his voice soft and thick with sleep. I hummed grumpily, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“Am now.” I grumbled, craning my neck to search for another comfortable spot I could dig into to slip back into sleep. He laughed quietly, my grouchy quip apparently endearing to him. I turned my face to glance at him. I could just make out the golden flecks in his brown eyes, staring at me. He had inched as close to me as his broad shoulders could bring him.

“Can’t sleep.” He grinned sheepishly, the tiredness prevalent on his handsome face. The kind he hadn’t felt since his very last real mission with his men.

“So you had to wake me up to join you?” I teased, pulling our blankets up to my face and hiding myself from him behind it.

“I think I just needed to hear your voice. Talk to me. Tell me anything.” He asked, his voice quieting with such a soft request, finding the courage within him to ask for help. He was working on that. He rolled over, resting his head right next to mine and nuzzling into my neck. “My mesh’la.”

I slowly rolled over to face him, curling an arm around his back and dragging my nails along the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. “Rex. My sun, moon and stars...” I started, muttering the words of comfort into his ear. “You’re so loved. Admired. You’re my safety. Our little family will be together soon. And we can hold our ad’ika between us every night.”

“Gonna be hard to get me to sleep with a reality like that, my love.” He whispered, a soft hum of satisfaction filling the room. His arms curled around my waist, enveloping my whole body in a shroud of tan skin and taut muscles. He’d taken his armor off and left it in the corner of the room beside the helmets of our other two companions. They’d probably long since left the room to tend to the ship, check on our position and give us all some time to ourselves.

It would be our reality soon. Whether we were prepared for it or not. Maybe we should’ve been more cautious or spent less time all over each other. But with the way the galaxy was going, who could blame us for indulging in the one thing no one could ever take from us?

I did want this more than anything. For Rex and I both. A new life. We could take Gregor and Wolffe and hide out somewhere in the Outer Rim. Quiet and safe. Raise our little one between the four of us. There were no better role models than the three men I’d found myself living beside. There were no better men than the clones to fulfill a Father’s role. And certainly no better man than Rex to actually be my child’s Father.

It was wildly unplanned and it was going to be stressful. But for the first time in months, we were happy. Truly happy in a way the Empire couldn’t violate or destroy. The little one within me was our hope growing stronger everyday.

“How are you feeling…about everything?” I asked, resting my lips on his forehead and running my fingertips further down the faded scars on his neck from all those rotations ago. “Are you worried?”

He pulled his face back to look up at me, bright eyes under thick dark lashes. “No, not worried, mesh’la, never worried. Surprised, yes. But not worried. We’ll adapt and figure out what we need. You know I’m good at that.”

“I’m glad one of us is calm.” I sighed, my breathing shaky and uneven. “I’m...nervous.” I admitted, “it’s going to be different. I’m going to look different.”

“Yeah, so? You’re going to become even more fierce and feisty to protect the little one. You have no idea how sexy you are to me when you’re like that…” He chuckled deep down in his chest, “…your little scowl. Girls at 79s were so scared of you. Some of the boys too. Course that was because if they got within 3 feet of you I’d put them on garbage duty.”

I hugged him closer, “I didn’t need you to protect me then. Not like I do now.” I thought back to that cell. Cold. Not just physically, but emotionally too. Like there was no way anything could ever be happy again. It closed in around me the longer I sat there, wondering what was going to happen to me. “I’ve never had to be afraid like this before.”

Rex sighed and leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. “None of us have.” His fingers curled in the hair behind my ears as he kissed me softly. “Things will be different. But we’ve got each other. We’ve got Gregor and Wolffe. Maybe soon we’ll have Cody. I hope. We’re in good hands. The baby will be too.” He tried his best to reassure me, but we both knew what was at stake. We couldn’t keep going at this alone. We needed help.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked, trying to change the subject and push my apprehension aside. I squinted in an attempt to make out anything in the landscape of the planet we landed on.

“Carida. In the mountains. Should be good for a little while. Nothing’s really out here. We can regroup. Wolffe took us down a few hours ago.” Rex glanced over his shoulder at the sun slowly peeking through the window just over a mountain peak. “We didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is everyone else feeling okay? It looked like Wolffe took a beating.” I whispered, pulling myself closer to Rex’s chest and burying my face in it. “I’m not just worried about myself. I…I worry about all of you.”

“He’s okay. He’s been worse. Think it’s more emotional damage than anything. Both of them are sort of traumatized. Not being able to save Fox. Wolffe is taking it pretty hard. We need to give him some time to breathe.” He sighed, stroking my hair between his fingers and inhaling the scent of me to keep himself grounded. “How much longer can we keep doing this, mesh’la? Seems like the deeper we get into the truth the more I question the point of all of this.”

I could see what he meant. The war took its toll on everyone. Most especially the clones. After all they’d fought for, everything they endured, it was starting to feel more and more like we were entranced in a battle we’d never win. After what we’d seen the last day and a half, I’m not sure there even is such a thing as winning in war. Both victory and defeat brought us catastrophic loss, with survival hardly being a considerable enough prize under the circumstances.

Rex, Wolffe and Gregor were three such men who barely even recognized the meaning of failure much less the physical act of doing so. But one look on Wolffe’s face as we sat on the bunk room floor last night said it all. Resolve was fracturing and those who hadn’t died already were realizing that surviving in the galaxy that was being rebuilt was a fate worse than death. It was no wonder they were questioning the point.

“If we don’t keep trying to save your brothers, who else will?” I asked solemnly, placing a soft kiss on the scar on his chest. Slowly I sat up, remembering the intel I stole from the command station. “We still have the holodisc. If the right people see this…maybe we bring this to Bail. We have the proof now. Of the chips, of the order..that the Empire is planning something horrible. He could find a way to help us.”

He sat up too, leaning on the wall of our bunk and cradling me in his arms. His chin rested on my shoulder and his arms looped protectively across my belly. “You remind me of her sometimes.” He muttered.

“Padmé?”

“Yeah.” His nose nuzzled into the skin under my jaw, eyes closed as he searched inside himself for the same fighting spirit he once knew on instinct. “She always found hope when there wasn’t any. You have that gift too.”

I hummed my agreement, chills going up my spine at such a compliment. I tried my best to reel myself in and be gracious about their pain like she would have. They needed time. Even if I didn’t. Even when I couldn’t wait. “I suppose…we can’t risk contacting Bail so soon after what we stole. It could implicate him.” My shoulders sagged, my hands fumbling for Rex’s, still resting on my belly. “Even with all that we know, I still feel so helpless. I don’t like waiting around.”

“That’s where having three expert strategists comes in.” He laughed softly, “we might be tired. We might be questioning everything, but we can’t stop fighting. Mesh’la, I don’t think we know any other way.”

I turned my face to rest my forehead on his, warmth beginning to flare in my lower belly again. “Well I know that’s not true. You’ve got lots of other talents, baby.” I smirked, caressing his cheek with my thumb.

“Hmm you’re right about that.” He leaned forward, capturing my lips between his and nibbling on my bottom one softly. “Pretty good kisser I think.” He said smugly, his hands on my belly beginning to walk up and down my sides underneath my top.

“Just good at kissing though. Don’t think you have any other skills.” I teased, kissing him again and slowly moving to allow him to lift my shirt off me.

“Now you’re just baiting me…” he accused, his traveling hands now cupping one of my tits in his grasp. “Want to show you all the other things I’m good at, little brat?”

I sighed softly at the contact, his hands kneading at the plush of both breasts now. “Prove it.” I retorted, raising an eyebrow at him and trying to further tempt him.

He laughed maniacally, moving my hair aside to kiss up and down my neck. “Hmph- you’re in for it now.” His roaming hands smoothed down my belly again, trailing one even lower until he brushed over my center with the heel of his palm. “Spread these legs for me. I’ll show you what else I’m good at kissing.” He whispered, his voice husky now with arousal.

“Oh…okay, my love. Show me.” I gulped, the rasped words setting butterflies alight in my core. A rush of overwhelming desire and heat flowed through me. Probably the hormones kicking in by now. I did as he asked and parted my thighs, allowing him to help me wriggle out of my bottoms. My bare cunt perfectly exposed and ready for his taking.

“Good girl.” He cooed, his palms lightly gripping my thighs as he let the cool air of the room rush past the wetness now coating my exposed lips. “Soaked already. All for me?”

I nodded affirmatively, our eyes meeting as he looked back up at me to get my confirmation. “Always for you, Captain. Can’t help what that handsome face does to me.”

He cocked an eyebrow and winked, “hmmm I better watch myself then. There’s quite a few handsome faces like mine.” He joked, sliding his palms further up my thighs toward my center.

“Uh-uh.” I shook my head, “there’s no one like you, Rex. Promise.” I smiled, “you just want to find more ways to tease me.” One of his hands pulled back up to tweak a nipple between his fingers.

“Oh yeah? You seem to be enjoying it.” He muttered darkly in my ear, “let’s see how much, pretty girl.” His raspy voice at a deep rumble in my ear, the vibrations in his chest spread across my back deliciously. As he palmed my breast, gripping and kneading it, his hand slid over the crease of my thigh, cupping over my mound.

I hissed at the contact, his fingers trapping my heat and becoming coated with my arousal. Two of his thick fingers divided, tracing down either side of my opening obscenely. “Oh Rex…” I drew in gasp and exhaled a lilted squeal. He hummed his delighted approval in my ear, kissing the spot right below it as his two fingers circled around my leaking hole.

“Yeah? You like that?” He asked softly, his thumb joining his soft petting as it slid through the wet silk of my center to rub my clit. I closed my eyes and let the torturous tingle begin to radiate outwards from my center. “Little more then.” He muttered, his middle finger gently pressing into my fluttering entrance, my hips immediately bucking forward to pull him in deeper.

“More. Lot more. Please…Rex. Fuck that feels…so good.” I whispered, my soft moans cutting the silence on the ship. His fingers curled, pressing that spongy patch inside and beckoning with a few slow flicks of his fingers. The squelching sound of my arousal echoing around the bunk was positively depraved.

“So hot, mesh’la. You’re doing so well for me. Getting you so wet, fucking you open so you’re ready for my cock.” The filth poured out of him, his fingers spreading my entrance taut around them as he pushed them into the knuckle.

“Wish we…mmm…recorded this.” I groaned, laughing softly as he languidly slowed to a halt. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips.

“Someone’s a talkative little thing today…” His fingers traced my bottom lip, my arousal dripping onto it. “Suck. Taste yourself for me.” I obliged, wrapping my lips around both soaked digits and lewdly bobbing my head back and forth. Soft suckling sounds followed as I let the sweet tang of me coat my tongue. I hummed around his fingers and held onto his wrist, mimicking all the filthy things I was used to doing on his cock.

He gripped at my hip again, his erection prodding painfully into my backside now. This was turning him on like crazy. “How- how’s it taste?” He stuttered.

I popped off them and kissed his knuckles. “Good, Captain.” He released a pent up huff and without warning rolled me over onto my back underneath him. The weight of his chest caged me in and I closed my knees around his hips.

“My turn.” He smirked, his rough palms running over the outline of my waist. The ravenous look of a man starved met my gaze as he slowly sank down to his knees by the side of the bunk. “Let me taste this perfect cunt. Can’t wait anymore.” A trail of kisses followed as he slowly made his way down my torso to my center. He positioned my thigh over his shoulder just like he liked, the other hand pressing my thigh into the bed to keep my squirming at bay.

My boyfriend, looking like he was about to devour me, made every hair on my body stand on end. His expanded pupils trying their hardest to take in all of me spread open before him. He eased himself down, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a soft kiss to my clit. The pressure made me shake with anticipation instantly, his tongue darting out to flick the little bundle that could have me coming apart in minutes.

I reached my hand out for him, our fingers entwining as he received it. “Look at me, baby. The whole time. Don’t look away.” I begged, the fiery golden brown in his eyes my favorite sight to focus on as he took me to heights unknown. He arched his brow at me as if to say he absolutely already knew and relished in that fact.

His tongue pushed more pressure onto my clit, starting an ever increasing pace as I felt the tension rising in my core. He groaned, clearly enjoying the taste of the arousal between my lips on his tongue. “stars…Rex…right there.” I whimpered between sighs of ecstasy. Moving one hand to grip the edges of the bunk, the other rested on the curled blonde fuzz at the crown of his head. “Don’t know what’s…b-better, how good you look or- fuck- mmmf how good this feels.”

The tip of his tongue circled the swollen bud, pulling back the hood of my clit with one hand while he relentlessly lapped me into a frenzy. His dark eyes flickered with a playful lust as he pulled back with a slow devious smirk. “How good you taste, mesh’la. How pretty you look when you come for me.”

My eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe through my folds. He hummed darkly, the sweet tang of me on his tongue clearly satiating him the way nothing else could. I tried to keep my eyes shut, to focus on the wave of pleasure ebbing closer and closer. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t look away. His pretty, strong jaw, coated in slick, his dark eyes hooding closed as he inhaled the scent that drove him deeper into his desire for me. “Oh..my…” I gasped, a high-pitched whine filling the air instead of my breath.

He twirled teasing circles around my entrance, forcing my hips to buck closer to him. My nails scraped the metal edge of the bunk and I arched off the surface, tossing my head back to moan loudly. I could feel him grin wickedly against the sensitive skin of my thighs closing in around him. “My girl…look so pretty for me like this. All spread out for me.”

With both his biceps he pushed my legs apart, his hands moving up the length of my sides and making goosebumps crest along every inch of skin he touched. His every touch was like a spark lighting me on fire in his wake. Slowly, his palms found their way around the curves of my breasts, kneading at the flesh he’d bruised with his own fingerprints probably hundreds of times before.

His brows furrowed in thought, as he squeezed both hands tightly around the roundness of them. “They’re gonna get so swollen soon. When I lay you on your back like this, I can watch ‘em grow. Feel how much they ache to be touched. And fuck am I going to want to.” He tipped his chin forward, lips connecting with my clit again while his hands worked both my breasts at the same time.

“Mmm yeah…gonna spoil you a little with them. R-Rex…let you have whatever you want from me.”

“So like always then?” He quipped, chuckling softly as he sped up the motions of his tongue between my folds. “Can you give me a little something now, my mesh’la? More of the taste of that perfect pussy on my tongue. Need you to come so good for me.” The rhythm carried my pleasure higher toward its peak.

I felt the familiar burn of bright satisfaction knotting tighter in my belly, the licking heat dropping between my folds and onto his waiting tongue. “So close…I’m so close.” He quirked a brow at me, clearly impressing even himself with how quickly he’d brought this on for me.

“I know, pretty girl. I can always tell. Know you so well.” He muttered, his tongue sliding down my slit, his nose bumping my swollen, over sensitive bud. “How your little cunt flutters…craving the way I fill you, how you whine because you need me so bad…” I gasped, high pitched cries of his name filling the room. He shifted his grip to pin my hips down to the mattress with his forearm, working me faster and harder than before. I dug my nails into his shoulder and moaned loudly, losing complete control of my lower half. “Your body trembling as you wait for it to take you…I’m right here, darling. Ready to let you soak me. Come for your Captain, I know you need it. All over my face…come for me.” He cooed softly, his words a stark contrast to the devious smirk drawn across his lips.

The breath caught in my chest as he pressed his tongue up through my folds to beat at my clit in a delightfully sensual rhythm. He knew exactly what he was doing, lighting the burning coil in my belly on fire. Searing heat tore through my nerves as I felt the blissful blanketing of pleasure surging inside me.

“There she is. Yes, mesh’la, that’s my good girl.” He encouraged flicking at the little bundle every few seconds to keep the high going as long as he could. Tears pricked my eyes at the corners as my high flooded the space between my legs, Rex humming in delight as he lapped up every drop. “So sweet. Want you nice and slick and ready for me.”

I moaned desperately, my walls collapsing around nothing not doing enough to satisfy my need. I wanted to be stretched around him. I needed to feel him spear up into that spot only he’d ever been able to reach, to pound into it until it numbed my limbs and wiped my mind clean. I could feel my hole fluttering with each pass of his tongue licking up through my folds. “More, more. I need you.” I begged, desperation breaking my focus on him.

His eyes ignited with a flicker of lust from where he looked up from between my legs. He winked and smiled happily, “what was that, my love? What do you need?” He teased, slicking his thumb up my folds and drawing the digit into his mouth. His opposite hand caressed my waist, gripping my hip bone for leverage as he pulled himself back up to hover above me. “Use your words, mesh’la.”

I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his back, hoisting myself upright by latching onto his unbelievably strong upper body. My lips collided with his urgently, tasting myself all over his tongue as they twisted together passionately. He pulled me into his chest with one arm, rolling me into his lap as he seated himself down onto our bunk. His eyes shot down to where our centers bumped each other, signaling that he’d been ready to take me since the second he parted my legs. All I had to do was ask.

“Your cock, Captain. I need it.” I pleaded, letting my folds graze over top of it to tempt him with my heat. “Please.” I whined, rocking my hips forward and feeling his chest heave at the contact. A low rumble emanated from deep in his chest, his hands shooting down to clap onto the globes of my ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Just wanted to hear you say it, little tease. Gods- you feel so good already. So hot for me, huh? Drives you crazy having me so close. Imagine how I feel…” he fell backwards, making it easier for me to slip myself right over top of him. His large hands guided me against his length, slicking himself up with the release he’d just dragged out of me. “You want me, mesh’la? Go ahead…sit on my cock. Show me how good you can take all of it.”

I braced myself, gripping onto his shoulders while looking deep into his eyes, the desire overtaking him just as much as me. I sunk down onto his cock, the dull ache inside instantly soothed by the pulsing of his stiff cock against my walls. My mouth dropped open and I giggled into a relieving smile, the familiar mix of pleasure and pain permeating every part of my soul. “Ahh fuck…Rex…” I smiled happily, my head lolling forward to rest against his broad shoulder.

“You feel it, mesh’la? How I spread you apart? You love it, don’t you? How it fills you…I know you do.” He chuckled, his firm hands on my hip bones as he began to rock me back and forth on top of him.

I rested my palms on his pectorals, his cheek brushing mine as he encouraged my gentle motions up and down on top of him. The width of him prodded into me deeper each time I settled my center on his. “I do, baby. I crave you. Like this. Making me whole. Filling me deep. I love it.” I rasped between exhales and reverent whispers, fading out into softly squeaked out little moans he loves so much.

Our eyes met, both burning with flickers of our ardent devotion to each other. He hummed softly, trying his best to stay in control as I pulled him closer and closer to the madness of his climax. “I can feel it. How you close in all around me, each time I move you throb a little harder. So good, huh, mesh’la? So fucking…hot for me.” He rambled, guiding his palms along the dips of my hips up to the curve of my waist.

“So…so good, Rex. You’re so strong I can’t hold it…much longer…” I groaned loudly, tossing my head back and exposing my neck, breasts pushed out enough for him to take full advantage of. The muscles in my lower belly screamed for release, collapsing in around him and seating me fully in his lap, unable to muster the strength to lift up again.

In a flash his hands shot up to knead my breasts in his palms, his tongue laving over the buds until they peaked with hardness all over again. He kissed sloppily up into the hollow of my neck, biting and sucking a deep bruise into the silky, untouched skin. “Don’t hold back then. Let go, mesh’la. Come right here on my lap. Let me watch it take you. Show me how pretty you look coming all over me, my perfect girl.” He urged, his kisses now trailing up my neck to just below my ear, his nimble fingers tracing over every mark he left in his wake.

I rocked into him just once more, my hands struggling to grasp onto some part, any part of the safety of his warm chest. I let my head drop to his shoulder, my palm sliding up his chest to settle against his neck. I sang out a loud, desperate moan, pressing my face into his neck. The tension in my core finally broke, dissolving into star dust that tingled outward through every inch of my skin, through every drop in my bloodstream.

His firm hand gripping my waist seated me perfectly in his lap as I writhed in ecstasy, my hands scrabbling at any inch of him I could grab and scratching my nails down his skin to mark him like he had me. “There you go, darlin’. That’s a good girl, let it take you. Love feeling that little pussy pulse all around me. Fuck! That’s so good.” He groaned, his thrusts up into me speeding up erratically as he chased my high with his own.

I tried to catch my breath, tightening my walls even more to increase the tension. He practically winced as the drag of my walls against him siphoned every last ounce of strength out of him. “Now you…come for me, Rex. Fill me. Show me how much you love when I’m your good girl.” I seduced, whispering the filth in his ear and leaving trails of hot kisses down the corded muscles in his neck. He was straining the longer I spoke, his grip on my waist a bruising one as he drove himself deeper and harder.

“Fucking love it. My perfect…filthy girl. Don’t want to ever…” He gasped, three erratic snaps of his hips following as he held me down in his lap. “Don’t want to ever stop fucking you…mesh’la..fuck…” He moaned salaciously, the death grip I’d locked him in finally becoming too much. With a final drive into me, he rocketed his release up into my waiting belly, the soothing warmth of each rope coating my walls.

“Rex.” I whimpered, panting breaths of heated exhaustion across every little kiss I’d left along his jaw and cheeks. I curled my hands on top of his on my waist and turned my hips in circles around him. His chest was heaving as he watched my breasts bounce in front of his face while I coaxed him through an intense climax.

With a final shiver, we both collapsed backwards, splaying both of our overheating bodies in a tangled mess over the wrinkled white sheets. Both of us twitched as undercurrents of pleasure and aftershocks took turns rocking us. His fingers intertwined with mine in a desperate lock on my hips, each of us feeling our hearts pounding out of our chests and into the others’.

“Mesh’la.” He muttered, his hand cupping my chin to guide my face up to his. “Been wanting to do that since before…”

“I know, Rex. Me too.” I brushed my fingers across the worry and anger furrowing his brow, relieving his fears just as I had his need. “No matter what happens, my love…we will always have this. Forever.” I promised, cupping my hands to his cheeks and softly kissing him.

“And longer.” He replied with his signature little side smirk. I could feel myself blushing, my cheeks getting even warmer than they were before as we came down from our highs. His big brown eyes twinkled with a spark of admiration and devotion and I could see the happiness he felt in the way he gazed at me. I leaned forward to brush our noses affectionately and he inched even closer.

With our foreheads pressed together, we exchanged kisses. Soft, fervent, affectionate and tender, lips pressing together and parting only to take in the breath we needed to continue. I stroked the stubble on his jaw and closed my eyes, each breath we shared sealed with a kiss. We fell asleep just like that.

–

The swaying of trees silhouetted by snow capped mountains came into view as we lowered our ship in the remote forest of Alderaan for the second time in just a few months. Gregor rested the ship down in a small clearing in the trees only a few clicks west of the Royal Family’s palace.

Luckily, we didn’t have to break in this time. We were to be met here in the woods by Bail to escort us into their home by nightfall. Alderaan was quiet and peaceful, its people asking only the right questions and never hesitating to step in to help those who needed it.

We were in desperate need of that help now.

Wolffe and Gregor took some mild convincing. They were skeptical that any high ranking senator would be interested in seeing clones infiltrating their home planet. They understood that people were going to be afraid of them. They had a right to be. Even if the three clones in our little company posed no more of a threat to innocent people than I did.

Bail of all people understood that. If not solely because of my convincing. And because Rex showing up to grieve over the news of Padmé’s death beside us both proved he wasn’t still affected like the others were.

I could trust him. We could trust him. Hopefully, after we left here, we’d have a plan in place to get more people to trust us.

“Still not sure this is such a great idea.” Wolffe grumbled, he being the most skeptical of all four of us. “From what I hear, Appo and his men…your men- scared him into fleeing the Capital. Wouldn’t blame him for thinking we’re all a bunch of unhinged lunatics.”

Gregor snorted, “he works in the Senate. He’s around a bunch of raving lunatics every day.”

“Yeah well Senators don’t carry DC-17s on each hip.” Wolffe retorted, rolling his eyes clearly self-conscious about how we’d come across.

“You sure about that?” I smirked, pulling one of the weapons I’d claimed from our ship's makeshift armory out of my pocket and brandishing it in the air.

Rex laughed, spinning his own blaster into his pocket as we prepared our stuff for departure. “Careful, cyar’ika.”

“Great, she’s got your penchant for showing off too. You two are quite a pair.” Wolffe’s mouth curled into a wry grin, his hands fumbling around to close the pack he’d filled with supplies. Guess a Commander doesn’t like to be unprepared for anything.

“And that’s why they’re going to be a trio soon. Stars help us all.” Gregor giggled, “bet it’ll be one cute little bug tho. Last time I saw a baby was on Kamino.” He ran his hand over his hair and scratched the back of his neck nervously. “What’s gonna happen to all the little ones?”

I frowned, slinging my bag over my shoulder and holding the puck with the secret intel in my hand. “They didn’t say. But I’m afraid of what we might find out. Maybe we could ask Bail.”

“I doubt he’d get the clearance. Things are becoming harder and harder to gain access to. The Empire controls who knows what intel now. To maintain order and control.” He spat, his lip curled in disgust and his signature perma-scowl deepening in anger. “That’s the kind of galaxy we live in now.” Wolffe explained, shuddering as he looked out the starshield at the landscape in front of us. He sighed, trying his best to keep his emotions at bay. “But I don’t think the little ones are going to live to see any of it. The cadets either.”

Rex shot me a pitifully anxious look, fiddling with the gauntlet plate on his hand. An unspoken signal that meant the same applied to our own little one. I gulped down the knot in my throat and subtly nodded in understanding. He stepped toward his brother, resting the same hand on his far shoulder and pulling him into his side. “Not if we have anything to say about it, right? We can stick up for them. And if we don’t, then who will?”

Wolffe closed his eyes briefly, letting his shoulders sag under his brother’s comforting embrace. He shook his head as if to shake off his apprehension and anxieties, looking between Rex and I before he spoke again. “I think you’ve got a little too much politician in you now. Both of you.” He turned, shrugging Rex’s arm off his shoulders before stepping forward. “Let’s go. Before I find the sense to change my mind.”

Rex opened his mouth to interject but I raised my hand, urging him to drop it. He nodded his understanding and let me follow after Wolffe, knowing he wouldn’t put up as much of a fight if I was the one to coax him forward.

I fell into step with Wolffe, leading the way with Gregor in tow and Rex at the rear. As we disembarked from the ship's docking ramp, I could see the outline of a tall hooded figure waiting in the shadows of the tree line. I motioned the boys toward where the figure stood clearly waiting for us.

“I see you’ve made progress.” The familiar level baritone rang out in the cool forest air. As we finally approached, he removed the hood on his coat, the welcome soothing grin and friendly dark eyes of Bail Organa greeting us once again.

“Not enough, I’m afraid…” I responded, looking up at him with fear in my eyes that I hoped he could read. He stood tall and firm, a powerful statue of justice in a galaxy becoming increasingly corrupted by evil. The concern grew the longer he looked over me, wear and tear clearly evident. Without further hesitation, I lurched forward and hugged him tight, happy to be truly safe for the first time in weeks. He softly patted the top of my head.

“And yet still a significant enough ordeal.” He sighed, holding me by my shoulders as he settled me back on my feet in front of him. “Who have you brought along with you?”

I stepped back beside them, Rex’s arm curling protectively around my waist to steady me. Both Gregor and Wolffe stepped forward shoulder to shoulder and assumed their usual positions of formality. Not out of necessity, but of a desire to seem less threatening.

“I’m Gregor, sir. 212th Attack Battalion, Foxtrot Group. And Imperial Academy defector.” Gregor responded first, a clever smirk drawing across his now stubble covered face.

“Ah, a Clone Commando. Impressive.” Bail nodded graciously, “Especially the imperial defector part.” He reached out his hand and shook Gregor’s, who looked at his hand like he’d been given a great honor. Bail turned to Wolffe next and asked, “And you are…?”

“Commander Wolffe. 104th Battalion.” Wolffe stood rigid, his apprehension only obvious to us.

“The 104th? Jedi Master Plo was your General, correct?” Bail asked softly, Wolffe’s serious scowl breaking in deep anguish at the memory of what happened to his beloved General. Bail rested his palm on Wolffe’s shoulder and bowed solemnly. “I am deeply sorry for your loss. He was a respected colleague and a trusted friend. We mourn him and all Jedi we lost here on Alderaan.” Bail finished, patting Wolffe on the shoulder in an effort to comfort him.

Wolffe looked away, the deeply rooted pain of the loss still a very sore subject for him. “Thank you, Senator Organa, sir.” He said quietly, clasping his hands behind us back to help him keep his composure.

Bail turned on his heels to face where Rex and I stood eager to get a move on and gestured for us to follow his lead. “Please follow me. Let’s get the four of you settled in. We can talk after you’ve all gotten cleaned up and been fed. You’ve all come a long way.”

We exchanged glances to confirm quickly before following him to the well-hidden transport he had arrived in. The ride was quiet as the boys and I huddled together for comfort, the reality of our situation finally starting to dawn on them.

This was not the Republic anymore.

There was no Republic escort on bright, shiny starcruisers and transport ships to bring us to the surface. There were no more welcome committees or fancy banquets. No carefully negotiated treaties or scheduled shifts with down time for every clone in the squad.

Never again.

Now it was smuggling ourselves on and off even formerly friendly worlds. Making supply runs and intel exchanges under the cover of shadows. Negotiating or doing odd jobs for spare credits or rations. Sneaking into safe places in disguise and riding in broken down crawlers and speeders to dissuade suspicion. This was what a rebellion looked like and the jury was still out on how involved we wanted or were even allowed to be.

—

For what it’s worth, the Organa family palace was stunning. Clean and elegant in a simple and sophisticated way. There was more focus on greenery, life and the beauty of the elements than there was on garish ornate showmanship like back home on the highest levels of Coruscant.

In a lot of ways, the Royal Palace of Alderaan reminded the three boys so much of Kamino. Their first and only real home. But without all the emotionless sterility constantly being reinforced in the smooth white walls. And luckily without all the rain.

The weather had grown colder since the last time Rex and I had visited. Their summer had come and gone, the leaves on their trees beginning to fade to amber, scarlet and gold under the waning power of the planet’s orbital sun. Though, the orange rays streaming into the windows right now did a number on the sunken, malnourished, and scarred faces of Gregor, Wolffe and Rex.

All of them sat around a large banquet table, each on their fourth helping of warm nerf stew, a delicacy in a time where food was starting to become more and more scarce. The waning warmth of daylight glinting off the bridges of their noses provided just enough essential energy to freckle and bring color back to their tanned faces. As if spending even just a few hours here could add years back onto their already sinfully shortened lives.

The sight of them huddled together, interacting domestically the way normal brothers should, brought a level of inner peace to my heart that I myself had never even known. Family. It’s all they ever truly had. A brotherly bond that innately came before all else. A higher duty to their own that they were slowly discovering was their only true purpose now.

Something I never had growing up alone and in constant survival mode on the lowest levels of the most populous planet in the universe. Being surrounded by trillions made having no family an even more isolating and lonely experience. I was glad that despite everything they’d suffered, at least they didn’t have to go through it alone.

That simple fact was precisely why we had to come here. We owed it to the rest of their brothers across the universe to not abandon them, to not allow them to suffer anymore than they already had. Even if Wolffe and Gregor didn’t like the odds, even if they were aware of the mighty risk, it wouldn’t take much convincing to remind them that we were the best chance the clones scattered around the galaxy had for being freed. Somehow, some way. We had the tools at our disposal to make our best effort.

Rex reached across the table for my hand, holding onto it loosely as I watched them all interact. I couldn’t help but smile. This was our family now. This was our little one's family. In its immediacy, it was small. Though their true family numbered in the millions. And, amongst the four of us, it was irreparably damaged, the scars of battle and loss too deep to ever fully heal. But it was our family and there was love here that would never lessen, even as the size of the entire family inevitably did.

“So what are we doing here on Alderaan? Why here?” Gregor posited, scraping up the remaining broth from his bowl with a sizable piece of biscuit.

“Bail Organa was my mentor. And he’s a friend. He’s watched over us from the beginning of all this. And from what I can tell…seems like he and his wife Breha are not content with just sitting around as the Empire siphons all the happiness from the galaxy.” I responded, looking around at the excess of furniture filling the open palace room. It was intentionally exorbitant, having more than they needed looked like the pinnacle of luxury. Yet, a closer look would tell you that that was not its true purpose.

Every piece littering the room was a place to lay one’s head. A resting place. A safe bed for weary travelers. There was far more than necessary for just Bail and his partner or their visitors. These were beds intended for life forms on the run from the Empire. The palace on Alderaan wasn’t an example of the height of the galaxy’s richest, most well connected elites.

The Royal Palace of Alderaan was a safe house for the formation of a Rebellion.

A galaxy wide resistance effort unlike anything they’d ever seen before. Bail understood that people, livelihoods and entire planets were fractured by the Empire’s squeezing fist on the galaxy. He knew that people would need to be rescued under the guise of charitable work or educational retreat. This was his masterful way of recruiting lifeforms to the cause and joining them together in an organized yet untraceable way.

I think he’d hoped there was a part of me that wanted in. That with three well-trained, brilliant strategic Republic war heroes and a rule-breaking, former whistle-blowing crime syndicate mole turned Senate aide, we could become vital pieces of a growing effort to make things more difficult for a terrifying fascist government.

Yet, here we sat, injured, traumatized and afraid for our lives. All of us completely unsure if anyone would ever believe what we had to say, proof or not.

“Sounds like he intends to start a Rebellion.” Wolffe muttered, wiping his face with a cloth napkin and sighing. “What does he need us for?”

“He doesn’t. We need him. At the very least, I can tell him what I found out at that Imperial compound. Show him what’s on the holodisc.” I pulled the puck from my bag and turned it in my hand a few times. “Should at least alarm them enough to discuss what to do about the remaining clones.”

“What makes you think anyone will care what happens to us?” Gregor questioned, the tiniest hint of a waver in his voice.

“Because you’re innocent. You were all pawns in the Emperor’s plan.” Bail’s voice rang out, reentering the room from his personal quarters on the other side of the palace. He wore a pleasant grin, one that held the promise of progress behind it. “And now you carry the proof of this. We can show the others.”

Rex spun around in his seat and cocked his head, “others, sir?” His gaze bounced over everyone at the table and then back at Bail.

Bail laughed softly, gliding across the span of the room toward the last empty seat at the elegant banquet table. “Yes, Rex. There are others who share our disdain for the Empire’s increasing chokehold on our personal liberties. I think you’ll find you recognize some of them.”

I concentrated hard, trying to remember the names and faces of people who had come and gone from his or Padmé’s offices or meetings we’d held. “I can think of a few who were always friendly with us. Not sure who is still around or- alive anymore.” I admitted, resting the puck on the table between us.

“Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila. Though that should come as no surprise to you.” He smirked, resting a flimsi filled with names on the table in front of him. “Senator Riyo Chuchi of Pantora, Cham Syndulla leader of the Free Ryloth movement, Senator Lux Bonteri and Saw Gerrera of Onderon…just a few who have agreed to hear what you have to say.”

“Saw, eh? Trained him myself. Heard the Imperials did a number on his men recently.” Rex looked down at his plate, picking at the still sizable amount of food he’d left behind.

“And Senator Chuchi was uhm…close to Fox. She’s been a big supporter of clone rights from the beginning.” Wolffe added, perking up as a little more life entered his rugged frame.

“They’ve all agreed to meet us at a safe point. Where we can discuss the intel you’ve provided us on that puck and further steps…if we all come to an agreement.” Bail explained, looking around the table for more enthusiasm than we were giving him at the present moment.

I closed my eyes and thought for a second about the experience of each of these leaders during the Clone Wars and afterwards. A few of them would be well within their rights to refuse to speak with three members of the group of men that ultimately destroyed their worlds. “That’s a big If, Senator Organa. Do you think they have any sympathy left for our cause?”

Bail looked away out the window at the sun just starting to dip below the tallest mountain peak in our view. “They may.” He turned back to me, resting his hand on mine. “But many will require some convincing. That’s where your passion, your skills and all you’ve learned as our aide all these years will come in. You have to find a way to influence them into believing that this is doing what’s right by all of these men. There is no one else who will do it for you. Are you up for the task?”

The three men at the table whose very lives I held in my hands looked at me with more hope than they’d been able to muster in a long while. Probably since the worst day of their lives derailed everything that they’d ever known. They had faith that I could make the right people believe the truth. With all the love I had for my partner, his brothers, my friends, my new found family and our future little one, I could do it. I could use everything I know to be the real truth to communicate the very real and present danger imminent not only to the loyal, innocent men we’d trusted for years but to the galaxy as a whole if we let them continue to suffer.

“I’ll do it. But I’ll need all your help.” I replied, pressing play on the puck to start up the message I’d stolen. “We all need to listen to what this Rampart...is saying. We will have to connect the dots of each of our stories into one succinct truth.”

Rex looked at me in a haze of admiration and pride. “Mesh’la, you’ve got us all until the end. What do you need from us?”

“Let’s start with your stories. What led you here? How do three decorated former Republic clones defy a mandated order with no side effects? What makes the three of you immune to what so many others cannot control?” Bail wondered aloud, examining the scar on Rex’s hairline.

“Well, sir, that’s a long story. One that’s going to be pretty painful for us to each tell more than once.” Gregor admitted, rubbing the side of his bicep to assure himself. “Maybe we should each record our accounts of the situation. Document it so we don’t have to physically attend. Don’t think it’ll be safe for us to get emotional in front of people who are already scared of us.”

“Agreed.” Wolffe uttered sternly. “Don’t want possibly the only three survivors of this…order…to be in the same room with dozens of people who could sell us back to the Empire at any moment. Even if they mean well.”

Bail hummed his understanding. “You both make a good point. Perhaps only one clone is needed to attend with her to be a representative for your experiences.”

“I’ll go. I have the most to say anyways.” Rex said decidedly, “though, there is information that even I am not at liberty to share. There is also intel that I cannot access without clearance. Irrefutable proof from a reliable source is what saved my life. We can tell Fives’ story. But we’ll need his report to do it. It’s likely encrypted by now. Locked away under a secret passkey. The only other shreds of proof are the scans of our brains and the chips in our heads. We can provide all this too…if necessary.”

“All information is pertinent at this point. Is there anything else I might need to know?” Bail exchanged glances between Rex and I, like he knew there was some piece of vital information we were leaving out.

Which of course we were. The two most important pieces of information.

One. That I was actively carrying the offspring of a clone. That his survival as the baby’s Father was always going to matter to me more than to everyone else. Which made my interest in the entire matter more personal and more biased than the political sphere of influence would particularly care for.

And two. Ahsoka.

Ahsoka was the reason Rex survived the chip.

A jedi was the reason they gained access to Fives’ file with enough time to extract Rex’s chip.

Ahsoka was alive.

And as far as we knew, there was no one else aware of this truth. And no one else could ever know. The protection of the whereabouts of any jedi was a secret we would die to uphold. Many others, even the best of senators, might not be as noble.

“Nope. You know all that we do. Likely even more.” I replied, tapping into my former undercover operative training to remain calculatedly coy. Wolffe and Gregor squinted at me curiously, somehow able to tell that I wasn’t being entirely forthcoming about something. They just didn’t know what.

The baby was obvious to them. But what else it could be left them puzzled and Rex’s lack of suspicion made them even more aware that something wasn’t being fully communicated to them. I knew them both well enough now that I was sure they’d be itching to find out as soon as we were out of Bail’s earshot. The annoyed look on Wolffe’s face was enough to tell me we were both in for a stern talking to once this meeting was over.

“Fair enough, my friend. Now, I’d like to know your stories. We’ll record on my holocomm. This is going to be a long night. Don’t hesitate to let me know when you want a break.” Bail tapped a few buttons on the holopad and the blue projection ray began recording.

Wolffe stood up from his seat. “I’ll go first. I have several things I’d like communicated. Permission to swear, sir?”

Bail laughed out loud, clasping his hands together. “My permission is not necessary to be truthful, Wolffe. But swear you may.”

“Right…now where the fuck do I begin..” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms and starting at the beginning.

We only had the night to explain months worth of traumatic experience after traumatic experience. Each a bit darker than the last. We were to ship out the next morning to the Atrivis sector for a meeting with every known supporter of a future…rebellion as they were calling it.

It was our first real step toward progress since we’d saved Gregor from the Imperial Academy. It was messy, impromptu and disorganized, but I suppose Bail preferred it that way. The less we all looked involved with each other, the better we’d fair.

As excited as we all felt that we were finally getting somewhere, there was an underlying current of danger that I couldn’t shake. None of us knew what was to come of this. It was all or nothing now.

And let’s face it, it was three clones' words against millions. No matter what the truth really was, I didn’t like those odds.

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faunbarnes · 2 years

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Late Night Meetings: Writers’ Iron Chef #11

[PROMPT] "I’ll be here the whole night, okay?"

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

[WHEN COMPLETED] Please create your own post, then reblog this and add link to it. You can reblog this post if you want but it did get messy than I had anticipated. Please link back to this prompt in your own post if you do one. Please use the tags “lissie’s writers’ iron chef” and “writers’ iron chef 8” so we can all find each other’s works :)

[WARNING] I mean mentions of killing but it's super brief.

Based on This Prompt by @littleferal in her Writers’ Iron Chef Challenges.

BuckyxF!reader

You answered your phone the instant it lit up with Bucky’s name. He never really called you unless he had came back from a particularly bad mission. He had teamed up with Sam to stop the smaller branches of Hydra that kept popping up since the death of Steve Rogers.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” You said before getting up out of bed and pulling on a pair of Care-bear sleep pants; grabbed your phone and rushed to the elevator to ride it down two floors where his apartment was. You didn’t know what you would call the relationship you shared with Bucky but you had promised Steve that you would be there for him, no matter what.

“Mr. Barnes is in his room, Miss.” Friday said as the elevator reached his floor. You thanked her before getting off and nodded at Sam who waited for the Elevator.

“They were trying to create Super Soldiers.” he explained; “we had to put two people down because the experiments left them half dead.”

You nodded before walking towards Bucky’s apartment and opened the door. You called out his name and a reply came from his bedroom; you entered the very minimalist bedroom and found him sitting on the edge of the bed; his head cradled in his hands. You moved to sit behind him and wrap your arms around him.

“Sam filled me in when he left but do you want to talk about it?” you asked; he shook his head as you felt him relaxed in your hold. “do you wanna take a bubble bath before we lay down?”

He nodded, so you stood up and went into his adjoining bathroom to start a bubble bath. As the large Claw-foot tub began to fill with hot water, you poured some Lavender bubble bath to help him sleep; he always had nightmare but they seemed to not be so bad after a nice lavender bubble bath.

“Alright; come on.” you called into the room; you heard him stand up and come into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t leave.” he whispered; your turned around to face him; his arms still around you.

“I’ll be here the whole night, okay?” he nodded; you kissed him on his cheek before attempting to break his hold to shut the water off but he stopped you and pulled your face to his and kissed you. As soon as it started it stopped as he rushed over to shut the water off. Your face warmed as you quickly left the bathroom and sat on the bed. Your emotions were all over the places; you had fallen for the super soldier but you had always thought he only saw you as a friend; But he had instigated the kiss.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before he walked out of the bathroom; a pair of black sleep pants hung lowly on his hips causing you to blush.

“Ready to sleep?” you whispered; you glanced up to find him smiling at you; you stood and pulled back the covers busying yourself from the male who stood inches away from you.

“Hey.” he said pulling you around to face him. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

A blush crept across your face as you looked up into his blue eyes. He placed his hand on your chin and kissed you once more. You fell into the kiss and wrapped your arms around him deepening the kiss.

“I love you.” His whispered after breaking the kiss. You smile softly.

“I love you too.” you answer; he smiles and pulls you into another kiss.

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gojonanami · 5 months

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

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The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!”

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family.

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.”

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?”

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?”

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.”

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about.

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner.

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.”

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years.

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink.

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo.

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow.

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone.

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.”

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.”

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.”

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.”

“Still traumatized from that one time?”

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.”

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great.

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…”

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty.

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?”

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!”

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!”

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.”

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs.

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television.

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street.

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights.

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way.

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.”

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow.

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.”

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse.

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body.

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!”

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body.

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

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“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.”

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?”

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.”

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side.

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs.

“Will do.”He whistles.

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point.

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.”

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.”

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.”

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?”

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you.

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.”

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired.

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Thirty-Two)

Summary: Din and (Y/N) try and ultimately fail to repair IG-11 and after a discouraging visit to a droidsmith's workshop, they decide that their best chance at repairing the loyal droid lay with Peli Motto.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: So, how did you guys like the season finale? I thought it was pretty good and it gave me lots of ideas for the future of this fic lol but until then, we’re still on Nevarro for the moment. Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Two The Droid (Previous Chapter)

“If I knew that you were this skilled at rewiring I would’ve had you work on the Razor Crest much more often,” Din remarked as he worked alongside (Y/N) to repair IG-11; there wasn’t much of the droid left in the wake of its self-destruction to work on, but the wiring was complex and thanks to his wife’s precise touch, she could handle even the most delicate wires without inadvertently damaging them more than they already were.

(Y/N) smiled but kept her eyes focused on her work. “Just like a bounty hunter to suggest that. Would you have had me clean your weapons and carbon-freeze all your bounties for you, too?”

“Perhaps it’s better that you stuck to flying the ship; I hear that smugglers tend to think that anything outside of piloting is too taxing on them.”

His wife glanced away from her soldering long enough to give him a playful glare and as she went back to work, she mumbled under her breath, “Keep talking like that, and I might just have to put a stop to our usual nighttime activities; you know, since apparently anything outside of piloting is too taxing on me.”

Beneath his helmet, Din smirked at the captain’s teasing threat. “Mir’sheb.” While they both started to finish repairing the droid’s wiring, his smile slowly faded and he was filled with a familiar sense of guilt.

Their honeymoon on Naboo had been an absolute dream; they spent their days playing with Grogu and exploring the Lake Country of (Y/N)’s beloved homeworld, and their nights were spent locked in each other’s passionate embrace. But, as with all dreams, it came to an end when Din decided to seek out the Living Waters and atone for his transgression against the Creed. He felt guilty enough as he explained his plan to his wife, but his guilt compounded when she readily agreed and he spotted the quick flash of disappointment in her eyes before she could hide it. (Y/N) had lived a life that was nothing short of traumatic; she never knew her father, she’d lost her mother and was forced to flee her homeworld of Naboo when she was only twelve, she spent her adolescence engulfed in the dangerous life of a smuggler, and she’d witnessed the horrors of war firsthand as she worked to save thousands of lives on behalf of the Rebellion. If anyone was deserving of peace, it was her and yet, she chose to marry a Mandalorian apostate and become the co-caregiver to a powerful Force-wielding foundling. One day I’ll earn the love and trust she’s given me, he silently vowed as he studied her beautiful features, and one day she’ll have the peace she’s always desired but never truly experienced.

“There,” (Y/N) straightened and set down her soldering gun before removing her safety goggles and wiping the sweat off her brow. “He’s hooked up to power.”

“Let’s see if we can wake him up.” Din leaned past Grogu, who stood on the work table and had watched their progress with curious eyes, and held two exposed wires together until they finally sparked and smoked; when IG-11 remained motionless, Greef shot him a knowing look but Din remained hopeful that the droid would wake. After a tense moment, the droid’s hand began to twitch and his lights flickered on as he started to sit up, and Din started to smile underneath his helmet.

The High Magistrate chuckled in amazement. “There you go!”

(Y/N) beamed and Grogu let out a delighted coo as IG-11 struggled to speak. “Sub-paragraph sixteen-teen-teen…of t-the Bondsman Guild protocol w-waiver…” Din froze and his heart hammered in his chest as the droid’s familiar words. “Immediately produce said…the bounty is mine. Asset to be terminated.”

IG-11’s lights turned red and he lunged towards Grogu, but Din quickly scooped the child up into his arms and backed away; the droid rolled itself onto the ground and started to crawl towards them, and Din was forced to draw his blaster and fire. The blaster fire did nothing to deter IG-11, so he looked up and over at (Y/N). “Alor’ad!”

(Y/N) held her arms out and caught Grogu after Din tossed him across the room, cradling the child against her chest and drawing her own blaster as IG-11 started crawling in her direction. Greef wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her backwards as he shouted, “Mando, shoot it! Shoot it!”

Din and (Y/N)’s blaster fire started to slow the droid down, but it wasn’t until Greef’s protocol droid shoved a metallic bust of its master onto IG-11’s head that the droid finally shut down for good. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief and Din holstered his blaster with a weary shrug. “Now that’s using your head.”

His wife groaned at his terrible joke and shook her head in exasperation before giving the protocol droid a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“I think he defaulted to his old programming…”

Greef huffed out a humorless laugh. “You think? Come, I may have a solution to your problem…”

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“There’s still a chance we could bypass IG-11’s old programming and rewire his circuitry,” (Y/N) remarked as she handed Grogu a piece of candy. The three of them walked down one of Nevarro’s less crowded streets, with Din pushing a hover-cart piled high with the droid’s parts and Grogu seated next to them and both Greef and (Y/N) walking alongside it. “It’ll be a two-person job, of course. One doing the rewiring while the other prepares to smash its head in just in case…”

“That’s too big a job for you two to do by yourself.” Greef gestured at the city surrounding them and smiled. “Fortunately, Nevarro has attracted the best droidsmiths of the Outer Rim; they’ll have IG back to his old self in no time!”

Beneath his helmet, Din grimaced in doubt. “Are you sure they’re up for it? I don’t think we can handle him with all his limbs if things go scud.”

“Why don’t you ask ‘em for yourself?”

Din frowned and glanced around the empty street. “Who?”

“The Anzellans.”

(Y/N) nudged Din’s arm and gestured to the base of the building beside them; there were two doors, one small and one slightly larger, and standing outside of the smaller door was a grumbling Anzellan with safety goggles resting on his wrinkled head. “Whadda want?”

Greef took a knee – careful not to get too much dirt on his High Magistrate robes – and pointed to the hover-cart. “Could you take a look at my friends’ droid and see if you can’t fix it?”

“C’mon, c’mon,” The Anzellan pointed to the larger door before disappearing back into the building.

Shrugging, (Y/N) got down onto the ground and crawled into the droidsmith’s workshop and as Grogu hopped down to follow, Din shot Greef a look; the High Magistrate simply shrugged and nodded towards the opening. “I promise you, these are the best droidsmiths that money can buy. Just give ‘em a chance, hey, Mando?”

Din heaved a sigh but relented, crawling into the workshop after his wife and foundling and doing his best to sit comfortably in the cramped space while Greef shoved the remains of IG-11 in for the Anzellans to examine. While they waited for the crew of droidsmiths to finish with their assessment, (Y/N) pulled out the knapsack she was making for Grogu and worked some more on it and Grogu, unused to seeing creatures that were his own size, watched the Anzellans work with unabashed fascination in his wide eyes.

After several minutes of unsuccessful soldering, the head droidsmith shook his tiny head in disappointment. “No. Can’t fix. No, no, no. The broken.”

“…Um, okay…”

“The broken. It broke.”

Din sighed. “I don’t understand. Do you speak Huttese?”

“Mando, he said he can’t fix it,” Greef called out from his spot at the workshop’s entrance.

“That’s no good, I need this one.” He pointed at the droid’s remains and then back at himself. “This one’s my friend.”

The Anzellan merely shook his head. “It no friend anymore. Memory circuit broken.”

“He says the memory circuit is shot!”

(Y/N) scooted forward and gave the head droidsmith a patient smile. “Can you put a new one in?”

“No, no, no, no. Not work,” The Anzellan declared and the other droidsmiths chattered in agreement. “Don’t make new one. Very hard to find.”

“He said they don’t make ‘em anymore! They’re very hard to find!”

Din’s jaw clenched in annoyance at Greef’s translation. “I got it.”

“Buy new droid, this one poodoo.” The droidsmiths all burst into laughter.

As (Y/N)’s hand gave the unarmored part of his arm a gentle squeeze of support, Din asked through gritted teeth, “Can you fix it without the memory circuit?”

“Yes, but IG no think.”

A sudden thought came to Din’s mind and after considering it for a moment, he followed the Anzellan’s statement with another question. “What if we find you the part?”

The lead droidsmith nodded. “Okay, now. Then no problem. We fix.”

(Y/N) was smiling as she turned to face Din. “You’re thinking of paying Peli a visit, aren’t you?”

“If anyone’s got an IG memory circuit, it’s her.” He rested his gloved hand atop hers and nodded. “We’ll visit her after we go to Kalevala-”

“No! No! No! No! No!” They quickly looked over to see Grogu pulling the lead droidsmith into a tight hug. “No, down, down!”

Din stretched an arm out across the workshop to separate the two. “No, Grogu, he’s not a pet.”

“No, squeezie, not squeeze! Not squeeze!” When Din set the droidsmith down away from the child’s eager arms, he shook his head and scolded, “Bad baby! Oh, he’s a bad baby!”

The captain winced and gave the Anzellan an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. He’s young.”

“Bad baby, bad baby.” Grogu waited for a beat before lunging at the screaming Anzellan again. “Oh!”

“No, Grogu!” Both Din and (Y/N) reached out to grab the overexcited foundling and once he was safely nestled in (Y/N)’s arms, he finally started to relax his tense shoulders; after a quick trip to see an old friend on Tatooine, IG-11 would be back online in no time and they’d finally be ready to visit Mandalore.

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Later that day, Greef watched as Din and (Y/N) climbed up into the starship and prepared for take-off. “We hope to see you three back here soon.”

“Keep IG-11 safe until we get back with that part,” Din requested as the captain input their coordinates for Kalevala.

The High Magistrate nodded but remained unconvinced of their plan. “If the Anzellans can’t find it, I don’t know who can.”

“Usually I’d agree, but I wouldn’t bet against Peli Motto,” (Y/N) remarked with a bright smile. “It was good to see you again, High Magistrate.”

Greef returned her grin with one of his own. “Safe travels.”

After sliding the windshield into place overhead, (Y/N) powered up the starfighter’s engines and eased the ship up into the clear blue sky. “All right, next stop: Bo-Katan.” They exited Nevarro’s upper atmosphere and the lights illuminating the ship’s dashboard began to flicker. “Dank farrik…” She gave the dashboard a light smack to fix it and chuckled as Grogu crawled into her lap with an inquisitive coo. “It’s okay, little guy, sometimes a planet’s atmosphere messes with a ship’s power. Our maps and charts are still functioning, so we’re good!”

“Being a Mandalorian’s not just learning about how to fight,” Din commented, resting one hand on his wife’s side and rubbing the child’s large ear with the other. “You also have to know how to navigate the galaxy, because you never know where you might be headed next.”

Grogu babbled in interest and looked between them both as (Y/N) began pointing at the various indicators on the ship’s dashboard. “This here’s your hyperspace map; you see how it shows the asteroid field we’re flying past? You determine your range by looking at your fuel gage, that’s right over here. And this-” An alarm began to blare and the cockpit was lit up with a red warning light. “Is your enemy proximity warning indicator.”

Din’s brow furrowed as he glanced around the empty space surrounding their starfighter and spotted the three snubfighters approaching from behind. “Hang on, kid, we got pirates…”

“Avast, Mandalorian!” The familiar voice of Vane the Nikto came through their ship’s communication radio. “You can’t just sneak away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood. We’re Pirate King Gorian Shard’s men, now you’ll answer to him.”

(Y/N) rolled her shoulders and flexed her fingers in preparation before taking hold of the starship’s controls and replying, “Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming.” Grogu slipped under the captain’s satchel strap and without warning, (Y/N) jerked the controls to send them shooting off into the nearby asteroid field.

Although he trusted (Y/N)’s piloting skills and had witnessed her pull off some remarkable flying in the past, he sat back and anxiously watched his wife dodge asteroids as the three pirates began firing at them. She steered the ship into a rapid corkscrew spin, and Din was forced to hold a giggling Grogu down to prevent him from falling out of his makeshift seat-belt; the three pirates continued their pursuit through the floating asteroids and as she smoothly exited the turning maneuver, the enemy proximity warning indicator sounded off while three more pirate ships approached from the side.

“Three more…” (Y/N) murmured under her breath but if anything, she sounded almost bored by the pirates’ attempt to lure her into a dogfight. Another sharp jerk of the controls sent them darting around more asteroids and after ducking under a particularly large one, she bent down to press a quick kiss onto Grogu’s wrinkled head. “Hold on tight, little guy.” She flipped the starfighter upside-down and sped over the top of the asteroid, firing at the unsuspecting pirates and managing to hit one of them, flying further into the asteroid field as the ship crashed into another asteroid and exploded. The five remaining pirate ships pursued them but with the dexterity of a true smuggler, (Y/N) maneuvered the starship behind a sizable asteroid without them noticing and waited for one to pass by before shooting it down.

“Head for that asteroid due east, it’s got a hollowed-out center,” Din suggested as he pointed to the asteroid floating in the distance.

(Y/N) sped off in its direction and flew the ship through the hollowed-out center, coming out of its other end just in time to shoot down a third pirate ship as it flew past. “Good call, sweetheart!” Twisting the controls to the side, the captain spun the ship around an asteroid and appeared behind the remaining three pirate ships, managing to shoot two of them down and race after the final ship but before she could shoot it, they came out of the asteroid field and were met with the sight of an enormous Cumulus Class Corsair before them. “Dank farrik,” (Y/N) cursed and Din’s eyes widened when he noticed the starship’s guns all pointed at their starfighter. “They’ve got a target lock on us…”

“Stop where you are, Pilot,” A grizzled voice came through the communication radio. “You’re outgunned.”

(Y/N) shifted in her seat but calmly replied, “It’s ‘Captain,’ actually.”

“Ah, Captain (Y/L/N), I might’ve known it was you!” Din’s brows shot up in surprise but he remained silent as the voice continued. “Turning your back on the smuggling life only to take up arms with a Mandalorian, I see.”

“We have no quarrel with you, Gorian Shard.”

“Ha! What a kind sentiment from a woman who just destroyed five of my fighters. Surrender your ship, and I will spare your lives…for old time’s sake.”

Din didn’t have to see his wife’s face to tell that she was rolling her eyes at the Pirate King’s offer. “Little guy?” Grogu cooed in interest as she flipped the cover off the Kineso-switch. “Never trust a pirate.”

With a push of the button, the starfighter shot off into space and past the Pirate King’s starship; while the child giggled in delight, she finished charting their course and launched them into hyperspace. “Well, that was exciting,” Din remarked with a proud smile, removing his helmet so that he could press kisses along her temple and down her cheek. “So, you had dealings with the Pirate King while you were a smuggler?”

“Only a handful, but Gorian Shard’s unpleasantness makes them pretty hard to forget.” (Y/N) took his helmet and held it upside-down so that Grogu could crawl inside, then turned her head to finally meet his gaze. “And apparently, I must’ve made quite the impression on him back in the day, otherwise he never would’ve remembered a scrappy smuggler like me.”

Din smiled at that. “You underestimate yourself, alor’ad. Everything about you, from your expert piloting skills down to your beautiful features, makes it impossible for one not to forget you. And speaking of your piloting skills, I’d happily show you just how much I admired them if we were alone right now.”

The captain grinned and kissed him as her fingers threaded through his hair, and she smiled against his lips when she finally pulled away. “In that case, can I possibly get a rain-check on that offer?”

“Mm-hmm,” He hummed and gave her another sweet kiss. “You can have whatever you want, alor’ad.”

While the starfighter traveled through the peaceful and quiet hyperspace and Grogu napped in his father’s beskar helmet, Din and (Y/N) spent their brief moments of calm engulfed in a world all their own, engaging in murmured conversation interspersed with plenty of kisses. It wasn’t much, of course, but it was time spent that Din cherished with all his heart, even more so as they came even closer to completing their newest mission.

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“This is Kalevala,” Din spoke to Grogu as (Y/N) piloted the starfighter through the planet’s cloudy skies, smiling to himself when the child babbled in interest from his compartment in the back. “It’s another planet in the Mandalorian system, and that is a Mandalorian castle.”

(Y/N) whistled lowly as the grand Mandalorian castle perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean grew closer. “And here I thought my people were the dramatic ones when it comes to architecture…”

The starfighter lowered gracefully onto the castle’s landing pad and once the engines switched off, the windshield slid open and they were both pelted with rain as they climbed down. After releasing Grogu’s pram from his compartment, they walked up the stone steps and past a footman droid, entering the eerily silent castle and making their way down the main hall. Bo-Katan Kryze lounged across her throne, her expression blasé and almost disconnected as she looked away from the nearby window to fix their trio with a stare.

Din anxiously wet his lips before calling out, “Bo-Katan. It is Din Djarin and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They came to a stop before her throne’s dais. “We are here to join you.”

Bo-Katan’s expression didn’t change. “There’s nothing left to join.”

“What of your plans to retake Mandalore?” (Y/N) asked in confusion as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“When I returned without the Darksaber, my forces melted away.”

With a slight sense of guilt, Din exchanged a brief look with the captain standing beside him before glancing back up at the somber Mandalorian. “Where is the stolen fleet?”

“Making their way through the galaxy as mercenaries,” Bo-Katan replied, her eyes flicking over his form as she continued. “Do you still have the saber?”

“I do.”

“Then you lead them. Wave that thing around and they’ll do whatever you say.”

Din weighed his next words carefully. “So, you gave up your designs to retake Mandalore?”

The Mandalorian’s eyes hardened. “Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the Purge. Where were you then?”

“Are you seriously blaming my husband for a massacre that happened when he was only a foundling?” (Y/N) demanded, her (Y/E/C) eyes filling with a dangerous gleam as she stepped forward. “Perhaps you should reflect on the failures of your homeworld’s leadership before placing the mark of blame on others.”

Bo-Katan hardly flinched at (Y/N)’s scathing retort. “The Children of the Watch and all the factions that came before fractured and shattered our people. No matter what conclusions can be drawn about my family’s leadership of Mandalore, Captain (Y/L/N), that remains an unmovable fact. Go home. There’s nothing left.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched but Din spoke up before she could. “We are going to Mandalore so that I may bathe in the Living Waters and be forgiven for my transgressions.”

“You are a fool,” She shook her head in derision. “There’s nothing magic about the mines of Mandalore; they supplied beskar ore to our ancestors and the rest is superstition. That planet has been ravaged, plundered and poisoned.”

“You said that the curse was a lie,” Din countered, his own irritation beginning to rise. “Make up your mind.”

Bo-Katan took a deep breath. “If you want to go to the mines, be my guest. They’re beneath the Civic Center in the city of Sundari.”

“Thank you.” Din placed a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back and nodded. “And we will find out of the planet is really poisoned.”

They turned and as they walked back down the main hall, Din’s hand drifted down to slip into (Y/N)’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they walked out into the pelting rain.

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Mando’a Translations:

Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Alor’ad-Captain

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!

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Chapter Thirty-Three

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