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wroteclassicaly · 7 months

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For The Record

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.

Word count: 1,647

Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Just a filthy little thing that I’ve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Haven’t written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope y’all enjoy? ;P 💕❤️🥰♥️

Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that you’d washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summer’s fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.

You’d worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.

His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as he’s aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You can’t really fathom that it’s been happening, especially for how long. There’s been no talk of labels, what anything means, it’s just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You don’t know what you would’ve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.

And that’s what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. “Hey, honey,” he had said. “Really missed you today, you know that?”

You’d taken in his appearance of dark Levi’s and a black belt, his signature Nike’s, and a low dipped white v-neck that he’d thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.

You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew you’d appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. That’s when you’d retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. “For me? What did I do?”

“Just open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.”

He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. “No way, no how. Nope, not now.”

“Steve…” you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.

“Contraceptive? I don’t… Isn’t this birth control?” He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.

“Yeah.”

“So, it’s yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?”

“There’s a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before… Before I told you.”

“Told me, what?” He still looked puzzled, seeking out where you’d opened the package and taken a few tablets.

“That I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if that’s okay with you...?” You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.

It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five o’clock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, you’ll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. You’d clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him… every-fucking-where — the burn of it felt on the muscle’s tip.

“Isn’t that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?”

And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. “It is.” Is what you’d responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steve’s dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.

“And who is your boyfriend, honey?” He had to hear you say it. If it’s what he thought it was, or you’d simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?

You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. “I was hoping it would be you.”

He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. “Funny that you mention that, because I’ve been hoping for the exact same thing.”And he’d fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldn’t come off fast enough.

The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steve’s wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You could’ve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal — able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where he’s got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.

You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.

That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. “God, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.”

And he’s descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesn’t cease. “Who took your virginity, honey?” You both know it wasn’t him. But you are well aware what he’s getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. “That’s right,” he’s speaking again. “They don’t matter, but I do.”

You weren’t aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steve’s tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. “Please, Stevie, need you! Put it back in —“

“Say it, say you’re just a hole for me to fill. That you’re only mine, baby.”

“I… Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, I’m only yours!”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.

“Tell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because they’re for you. They belong to you!”

“Want them all over me, Steve. All the time. Can’t get enough of you.”

He’s holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. He’s speaking next, panting out, “Like that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. “Like. That?”

Your lip releases with a plop.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!”

“That’s a good girl, that’s my girl.” He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.

Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. It’s frantic whispers and begging cries. And when he’s close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. “For the record, you’ve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.”

// Eat me paragraph //

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noisynaia · 1 year

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Hey! I really love your Mando fics. Can I request something where the reader is traveling with Din and Grogu on the crest (could be Grogu's babysitter or something) and Din has a huge crush on her and seeing how much she loves grogu makes him want to confess his feelings. Just some nice Mando fluff, can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel like. 💕

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲

Thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this ♡

word count: 5.7k

pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader

note: Explicit (18+). Smut and fluff. Thigh riding, unprotected P in V (with use of contraception), creampie. Love confessions. The helmet comes off. The Razor Crest lives. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

Din’s heart skips a beat at the sight of you. He has tried to fight the feelings he has developed for you, convinced himself that his feelings aren’t truly as deep cutting as they feel. Tried to be content with the time you would spend with him and Grogu before you eventually would move on and he’d be left with the memories and the fantasies of how it would have been if you had really been his. The sight of you and Grogu is almost too much for him, and it makes it very hard for him to not just give up everything and tell you how you make him feel. Your features are highlighted by the silvery moon light that is shining down from the night sky.

You are beautiful.

Din had thought so from the moment he first saw you. But now, after you have travelled with him and Grogu for almost a year and he has gotten to know you, really know you, ‘beautiful’ simply doesn’t cut it anymore. The word in basic is feeling too banal, too trivial, to describe the true beauty of your being. You are the most beautiful person Din has ever known and he is confirmed in this by you every day.

The way you smile up at him when you walk side by side in a crowded market when you’re on supply runs, always insisting on finding a treat or a new toy for Grogu. The way you always greet Din so happily when he comes back from a hunt, like you truly are happy to see him again, like you have actually missed him… How you will always make sure he is okay and hasn’t been hurt, and how you will insist on helping patch him up on the occasions he is. The feeling of your soft hands delicately placing a bacta patch on his bare shoulder a few weeks ago is still burnt into his skin… The way you take such good care of his son, you look at Grogu like he is the one who hung every moon and every star in the galaxy. The kindness and beauty of your soul is truly bewitching. Maybe that is why he started calling you mesh’la.

The first time it had just slipped out. It was a couple of months ago. He had come back from a hunt late at night, tired and muddy. For a short moment, Din had felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs by the sight he had found. There you were, so lovely, so beautiful, fast asleep on his bunk with a sleeping Grogu curled up beside you, his little green fist closed around one of your fingers.

Din’s heart had yearned by the sight. The feelings you and Grogu are bringing to him are new territory for Din. He has never wanted anything like this before, or at least never let himself admit that he does. But you and Grogu make it impossible for Din to keep lying to himself. The kid is under his care, under his protection, and from the moment he chose the armour instead of the sabre and came back to Din, his ad'ika. Din and Grogu are a clan. A clan of two. A clan that Din wishes was a clan of three.

He had been quiet when he started to walk off to the cockpit, something he usually was good at, but you had stirred awake anyway, like your sleeping subconscious had felt his presence. You lifted your head from the pillow, sleepily blinked until your eyes had found him.

“You’re back.” You had said, your voice had been a little hoarse from sleep, but still as sweet as usual, a tired smile had painted your face as your eyes had found the dark T of his visor.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He had said, but you had just shaked your head and hugged Grogu close against you. Oh, how Din had wished he could have crawled into the bunk and joined the two of you.

“Are you okay?” You had asked, just like you always do after he comes back from a hunt.

“Yes, I’m okay.” He had reassured you before continuing. “Go back to sleep, mesh’la.”

He has never told you what it means and a part of him feels guilty about that. Maybe you wouldn’t like to be called that by him. You are technically his employee, even though the lines between you feel pretty blurry by now. An undefinable bond has been built between you, Grogu and Din. Maybe it is the small proximity there is forced upon the three of you, due to the size of the Razor Crest. Or maybe it is due to the undeniable connection there has been between you and Grogu from the beginning, but your presence on the Crest feels too domestic, too loving, for you to simply be Grogu’s nanny.

Din has felt feelings this past year that he has not been acquainted with before. Desire, jealousy, a desperate yearning, all fairly foreign to him until you had entered his life. It is an emotional disruption he hasn’t felt since Grogu had come into his life.

When Grogu had come crashing into his life it had been an upheaval beyond anything Din could ever have imagined. He was so used to not having anyone around, let alone a small child that was so dependent on him. It had been confusing and foreign, but Grogu had climbed into his heart and carved out a space there. A space that Din never wants to become empty again.

Din had never been aware of how lonely he actually had been before Grogu. It had been a hard realisation, but he couldn’t deny it any longer, especially when he thought that he had lost him. Forget hunting bounties and fighting ferocious creatures, handing his foundling over to the Jedi was the hardest thing Din has ever had to do. Din had ended up caring more for Grogu than he had ever thought possible, he had removed his helmet for his foundling, the little green child had given din a whole new purpose in life.

And now Din is a changed man. Grogu has changed him, down to the very atoms of his DNA. Din had never thought he would have what he now has. He had been settled with the way his life had been- lonesome and brutal, in order to support his covert and give back to the Mandalorians that had taken him in, or he had at least used to think so…

But seeing you now, there is really no way of running from his feelings any longer. You are gently bouncing Grogu on your hip as you point out a constellation for him, but the youngling seems to be more interested in playing with the hem of your tunic than looking at the stars over your heads. The silver light from the planet’s moons illuminates you and bathes you in the shine.

Din had landed the Crest on the little planet not even twenty minutes ago and even though it was past Grogu’s bedtime you had insisted on letting him have a couple of minutes in the fresh air before putting him down for the night. Din had not objected, the three of you had been in space for almost a week straight so a little moonlit night stroll before bed had sounded tempting.

A light breeze sweeps over you and Grogu lets go of your tunic to instead nuzzle himself close against your chest as he lets out a cute little yawn. You let out a low chuckle before looking up at Din and his heart skips a beat for the second time this night. The stars are reflecting in your eyes and you have a sleepy smile on your lips.

“I think it is time to get our little one here back to his bed.” You chuckle while you hitch Grogu up a little higher on your hip.

‘Our little one…’

Our!

Dear Maker how Din wished that you had meant it in the way he secretly yearns for.

“Yeah, let’s head back to the ship, mesh’la.”

—

Grogu is sleepily blinking his big eyes up at you as he slowly snoozes off in your arms. You let out a content sigh as you plant a kiss on top of his little green head before carefully placing him down into his little hammock. The sound of his small soft snores echoes through the little sleeping chamber. You are never gonna get tired of this. You smile down at the little sleeping figure as you back away, turning the switch for the door to give the youngling peace to sleep.

You look around the hull for Din, but you don’t find him so you climb up the ladder to the cockpit where you find him sitting in the pilot chair. He looks like he is lost deep in his thoughts, looking out through the window at the night dark meadow where he had docked the ship.

“Hey.” You say as you approach him, sitting yourself down in the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He says without looking at you.

A silence falls over the cockpit, not necessarily an uncomfortable one, but it does feel loaded with something you can’t really put your finger on. Din had been silent for the entire walk back to the Crest and you wonder if something is bothering him. Maybe he is just tired. You had told him to take the bunk tonight when you made it back to the ship, but he had refused. You were supposed to be taking turns sleeping in the bunk under Grogu’s hammock, but it has been weeks since Din has slept in it and wasn't like he did it often before that. You feel bad about it, his back must be killing him after all these nights on the hard mat on the floor.

“Din is-” You lean forward in the passenger chair, leaning slightly towards him to try and catch his attention. “Is something wrong?”

He finally looks away from the window and turns his helmet towards you, and despite only being met by the dark visor of his helmet you just know that his eyes under it are locking with yours. The thought of that always sends a little shiver through you. You know that you shouldn't think about it. Maybe it is wrong, an insult to his creed, but you can’t help but fantasise about the man he must be underneath all the beskar. He is handsome, that is for sure. It doesn’t even matter in what way, it is deeper than that. He is a handsome person no matter what he actually looks like under the helmet and armour. You have seen some of him in glimpse. A bare hand as he removes a glove to get a better grip on as he fixes a clasp on a crate, or the time he had gotten hit in the spot between two pieces of armour and you had helped him getting it bandaged. His face is still a mystery to you. It is a little weird not to know what he looks like, especially considering that you have fallen in love with him.

You had not meant to fall in love with the Mandalorian. You had tried to fight it, but it was a fight you had no chance of winning. You know that you are being silly, but you sometimes get the idea that he might feel something for you too. It also doesn’t help that you have ended up loving Grogu as much as you do. You don’t think you could love him more if he had been your own. It is kind of scary, the thought of the day din decides he doesn’t need you anymore. That your feelings for Din never will be reciprocated hurts, but you will be able to get over it with time, but the day you will have to get separated from Grogu… Oh, that day is going to kill you.

“No, mesh’la nothings wrong.” Din shakes his head, he isn’t looking at you anymore, back to looking out at the night. “I was just lost in my own thoughts.”

“Oh, okay...”

You sit in silence for a little while, you don’t know if you should go and let him be alone with his thoughts or if you should break the silence. You are just about to open your mouth to say something, what you don’t even know, but the silence feels too much. Din beats you to it though.

“The kid, he uhm…” His voice is much softer than usual, almost close to a whisper. “He really likes you.”

“Well, I really like him too.” You say, you can’t help the soft smile spreading on your lips.

“I’m glad you do, mesh’la…”

“You know… You keep calling me that, but you have never told me what it means.”

“I guess I haven’t…” His voice is low and a little shaky through the modulator.

You don’t know what it is with him tonight, but something feels different.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your fluttering heart. “Are you gonna tell me?”

He freezes in the chair, sitting more still than usual, if that is even possible. He is almost reminiscent of a statue. The silence builds, and you begin to regret that you asked. The air between you feels charged, but you can’t figure out with what. It feels like whatever his answer is gonna be it is gonna fundamentally change something between you. You are starting to think that he is going to ignore your question when he finally breaks the silence.

“Beautiful.” His voice sounds a little weak, almost like he regrets telling you, but he continues in a more confident tone. “It means beautiful.”

Beautiful… He’s been calling you beautiful all this time? The word always falling so naturally from his lips, soft and earnestly.

The rapid beats of your heart against the restraints of your ribcage thumbs loudly in your ears. You can’t believe what he just said. He is finally looking back at you again, but any signs of what he is feeling are hidden behind the dark reflection of the visor.

“You call me beautiful?”

“Yeah, I do… Trust me, if anything or anyone has ever deserved to be called that, it is you.”

You can not believe that this is really happening, is there really a chance that he might feel the same as you?

“I don’t know what to say.” You say, the hope that has bloomed in your chest is scaring you.

“You don’t have to say anything. I actually would prefer it if you don’t… I’m sorry if I have made you uncomfortable.” He stands up from the chair, turning his back to you.

“Din please don’t go…” You grab his wrist before he can get to the ladder and disappear down the hull. “Din, I need you to tell me how you feel, please… I need to know.”

“Dank farrik.” He curses under his breath and turns around to face you again. “I don’t know how to do this…” He shuffles anxiously from one foot to another.

It is always so surprising to see Din like this, the usual confident and stoic bounty hunter all anxious and nervous, but you have seen it a few times before. He might be a tough and hardy bounty hunter, but put the man in a social setting and he can get nervous. But this is a whole new level.

“Grogu he…” He pauses, the sound of his breath sounds shaky through the modulator of his helmet. “He means the world to me. I love him, he… he is mine. I never thought that I would have that, my life was never set on that path, I didn’t think I was ever meant to be anyone’s buir, but… now I can’t imagine my life without him in it. It was hard for me to accept that I wanted someone around, but I couldn’t deny it any longer.”

His words come out with so much emotion, you have never heard him like this before. You know that he loves his son, he shows that every day, but hearing him say it like this… The rawness, the emotions. Your vision starts to turn blurry as the tears start to build in the corner of your eyes. You want to be a part of that love so bad.

“What I’m trying to say is…” He takes a shaky breath through the modulator, his shoulders are tense under the shoulder plates of his armour and his gloved hands are curled into tight anxious fists. “Now I can’t imagine my life without you in it either.”

“Oh…” Your lips part, you are founding yourself dumbfounded. Is this really happening?

“I want you to be a part of my life, both our lives…” He is actually shaking as he tells you this. “I don’t want to just be a clan of two anymore… I want you mesh’la.”

You suddenly understand. The way you will sometimes worry that he is avoiding you, or how you sometimes feel like your presence is making him uncomfortable. It makes sense now, you rise from the chair and close the distance between the two of you. You search for the eyes under the helmet, even though you can’t see them you want him to know that you are looking at him - the man and not the Mandalorian. You realise how hard this must be for him, he has been hidden away for all of his adult life, physically, but emotionally too. You reach out for him, placing your palms on the sides of his helmet.

“Din…” You start out, it is probably just something you imagine, but it is like you can feel the heat of his skin through the beskar on your hands. “You already got me. I’m already yours.”

“Really?” It is Din’s turn to sound like he doesn’t believe what he is hearing.

“Yes, Din.” You can feel the tears sliding down your cheeks now, and you can’t keep the grin off your face as you nod up at him. “I’m yours, okay. Yours and Grogu’s.”

“And we are yours... Kriff, mesh’la I’m all yours.” He gasps through the modulator. He rests his forehead against yours, the coolness of the beskar is feeling nice against your warm skin. You stand like this for a moment, simply enjoying the intimacy of the closeness, your hands cradling his helmet and his resting on your hips. The silence stretches until Din finally breaks it.

“I want to kiss you so badly.” He confesses.

“I know.” You say, but you know that he can’t and that is okay. You have accepted that things with him are going to be different than it would have been with others, so the shock you’re feeling when a loud hiss is echoing off the durasteel walls is big. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut without even thinking about it. Your hands land over your closed eyes, like an extra protection to make sure you don’t see him.

“What are you doing?!” You shriek as you hear the loud thud of beskar landing on the metal floor. Din has removed his helmet! He didn’t even give you a warning so you could close your eyes before, you had been quick so you haven't really seen him just gotten a quick blurry peek.

“Open your eyes, mesh’la.” His voice is so low and soft, it is so close to a whisper, you almost miss it. His fingers brush against your hands to make you remove them from your eyes. His bare hands, you notice, and the skin on skin contact makes a hot shiver run down your spine. “Please.” He adds.

You can’t believe this. First you learn that he has been calling you beautiful for months, then he tells you that he wants you to stay with him and Grogu and now… Now Din is helmetless in front of you and he wants you to see him?

“Are you sure?” You stutter.

“Yes, mesh’la.” This time he speaks with his whole chest, like he has never been more sure about anything in his life. The sound of his voice without the modulator of his helmet hits your ears and you feel like you might cry. It’s deep and rich, reminding you of the sonorous melodies played on a f'nonc horn.

You inhale a shaky breath before removing your hands from your eyes and slowly blinking them open. And there he is. Din Djarin, your Din Djarin, staring back at you. You let out a little gasp as you take in the sight of him. You can’t believe that this is what he has been hiding all this time. You knew you would like the way he looked, because it would be him, but the reality is still exceeding all expectations you had. Din Djarin is gorgeous. The brown hair, that curls up at the ends, matches the colour of the irises of the prettiest most soulful eyes you have ever seen. His strong jaw is covered with a short, slightly patchy, beard that frames his face nicely. A moustache is framing his mouth. A mouth with the most kissable lips you have ever seen.

Another long silence breaks out between you, both of you are shocked by the situation.

“Hi…” He finally says and it is all that you need to break out of your haze.

“Hi.” You smile at him, maybe the brightest smile of your life.

You reach out for him, you need him closer.

“Do I disappoint?” He asks, but he is smiling too now.

“Hell no.” You shake your head with a laugh, the thought of this face disappointing anyone is an absurd idea.

“You’re beautiful.” You whisper, your hands find his hair, wrapping your fingers in his soft locks. He leans his forehead down to rest against yours again. It had felt good before, but this - his skin against yours, oh that is heaven. The two of you stay like this for a while, enjoying the affinity between you.

“What about that kiss?” You finally say and it is all he needs to hear. His lips crash onto yours. It is like a switch has been turned, the softness from before replaced with an intense hunger. The kiss is heated and needy, like he is desperate to taste you, wanting to map out every corner of your mouth. His hands are on your hips, a tight grip as he pushes you closer against him.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel the solid curve of his bulge press against your pelvis. It is sending a warm shiver through you that settles in your lower stomach. You press yourself into him, slightly grinding your hips against his clothed cock which pulls a low groan out of him. His broad hands squeezes your hips, guiding your rhythm as you rock against him.

“Do you really want this?” You ask him

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you?”

“Yes!” You nod wildly. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want you.”

Your confession makes him let out a deep groan from deep within his throat, it makes a new shiver run through you. His fingers find the hem of your pants which he starts to slide down your legs. You take over, kicking the garment of your legs as you push him towards the pilot’s chair.

“Sit.” You command. You don’t know what it is, you are usually not the commanding type, but you are feeling wild tonight, drunk off of Din’s lips.

Something flickers in Din’s eyes at your sudden bossy tone. “Yes, ma’am.�� He mutters as he sits back in the seat, his strong thighs spread out and a cocky smile on his lips. Fuck, he is going to be the death of you aren’t he?

You take a second to enjoy the view, before walking over to him, stepping between his thighs. Your hand lands in his hair as you look down at him through hooded eyes.

“Come here, mesh’la.” He whispers as he reach out for you, gripping your hips and pulling you closer. You lift your leg over him, straddling his broad lap.

He groans at the pressure, as you start to rock your clothed cunt against his muscular thigh. You suspect that he can feel the warmth of your dampness through the fabric. Din adjusts his hold on your waist, helping you set a rhythm as he begins to move your hips. He is moving you slowly at first, but the eager sounds you’re letting out is quickly making him pick up the pace. You purr out his name as you feel his thigh flex under you.

“Kriff… Doing so good for me, mesh’la.” Din curses under his breath. “Looking so pretty.”

“Mmm..” You hum out, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you keep grinding against him until you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, Din, I...” You whine, feeling the fabric of your panties getting gradually more and more damp against him.

“I need you, Din” You remove your head from his neck so you can look deeply into his eyes. His brown eyes are burning you, his hands coming to a still.

“Okay, yeah…” He nods at you, his pupils are blown wide and a flush is covering his cheeks. “Ne-need you too, mesh’la.”

His eyes are still locked with yours as he moves you, making you lift yourself up from him so he can start on removing some of his armour plates. You use the time to get rid of your tunic, leaving you in only your bra and panties. He ends up removing most of his armour, leaving him warm and soft for you.

He pulls you down on him again, connecting your lips once more as his hand dives down to your panties, sliding his fingers under the hem and finding your clit which he begins to stroke with slow, firm circles after coating his digits with your wetness, making you moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, mesh’la, you’re so wet. All soaked, just for me. My sweet, sweet girl.” He whisper against your mouth.

He keeps circling your clit with one hand, setting a faster pace as his other hand finds your breast, squeezing it gently through your bra, making you let out another desperate moan. Your hands find the clasp at your back, fingers fumbling slightly from eagerness as you open the latch before zealously removing the item from your body. Din lets out a pleased groan as your exposed breasts appear. His free hand, that isn’t occupying your clit, eagerly kneads the soft plumpness of one of your tits before taking its nipple between his fingers and gently twisting it.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, Din, I…” You whine out, feeling your orgasm approach. You don’t think you have ever felt it come this early before, but he has you so riled up.

“I know baby, I know.” He encourages. “You can mesh’la, you can come for me.”

It is all you need to hear, the last string that holds you together gets cut and the warm euphoric waves of pleasure wash over you. His name is falling from your lips over and over again as you ride out your orgasm.

“Did that feel good?” He asks you with a kiss to the top of your head when you’ve finally come back down from your high and now has relaxed into him.

“So good.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He says and you can hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him.

“Wanna make you feel good too.” You say letting your fingers find his cheek and gently stroke his cheekbone. “Want you inside me.” You feel how his cock twitches underneath you from your confession.

“You sure mesh’la?” He asks, placing his hand under your chin to gently holding your head up as he look deeply you in the eyes for your answer.

“Very.”

“Okay.” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, but it very quickly turns heated.

Your hands reach down between you, finding the buttons of his pants which you quickly begin to unbutton. The angle is slightly awkward, but you manage to get the last button undone without breaking the kiss.

Din taps your thigh to make you step back for a second so he can pull down his pants and free his cock. Your eyes widen at the sight. You had gotten the idea that he was big from what you had felt when you grinded against his bulge, but nothing could prepare you for the view that met you. He is big. His cock is throbbing and thick, laying heavy against his stomach, the tip is already dripping with precum and you feel your mouth water by the sight.

You slide your panties to the side as you readjust yourself, and start to slowly sink down on him. You’re really taking your time, both so you can adjust to the imposing size of him, and so you can enjoy the sounds he’s making for you as you slowly take more and more of him, until you finally are taken the entirety of him.

“You are so perfect…” He sights. “Cyar'ika you have no idea…” He adds before he starts on leaving hot kisses up and down your neck.

‘Cyar'ika.’ Another word you don’t know the meaning of, but you are too far gone in your shared pleasure to stop up and ask him the meaning.

The two of you sit like this for a little while, letting you adjust to him, but you soon can’t take it anymore, you need some movement.

You lift yourself a little from the chair before sinking back down on him, making Din choke on a throaty moan. His hands stay on your hips, as you begin to bounce on him in a slow, but steady rhythm, but he occasionally slips them down to your ass, squeezing the soft plum skin with his broad hands. It makes you go wild. You pick up your pace.

“Dear, Maker…” You gasp “Din, you’re feeling so good.”

“You too, mesh’la. So fucking tight.” Din praises, lifting you up with his strong arms and pulls all the way out of you before slamming back into you, filling you up again. “So warm, so perfect.”

His hips now meet yours with every bounce as he thrust up into you, burying himself so deep inside you it has you bite down hard on your lower lip to not scream loudly and wake up Grogu. The sound of Din’s heavy balls slapping up against your wet cunt, as well as the loud creaks of the chair, is echoing from the walls and it is honestly the hottest thing you have ever heard. Your arms have begun to shake as your grip on the armrest of the chair is getting tighter and tighter. You keep bouncing up and down on him as you feel your second climax getting nearer and nearer.

“Oh, kriff… Mesh’la you’re so tight.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“I… I won’t last much longer.” He warns. His thrust falters a little as he gets closer and closer to his release.

“It’s okay, you can come, baby…” You pant out. “Please come for me, Din”

He let out a throaty groan at your encouragement.

“I have an implant.” You add. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

You pull his face up to you, kissing him hard. Your lips connected passionately as you both get pushed over the edge. His fingers dig into your hips as he comes, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.

You moan out his name, as your walls clench down around his cock. You feel how his dick twitches inside you as he comes undone. The warmth of his release coats your inside, and you dote on the feeling of being filled by him, milking every drop of his release as he keeps pumping into you, fucking his cum deep into you. You feel like the two of you have melted together as you both ride out your climaxes. Tears of pleasure are wetting your eyes. You have wanted him for so long, never thought that you would have him, never thought that he would feel the same as you.

You find his lips again, kissing him as you both ride out your climaxes. He hums content into your mouth and you can feel the smile on his lips. His hands are leaving your waist and he is instead cupping your cheeks, gently holding your face and the rough and heated atmosphere is soon turning soft.

“Are you okay?” He asks while caressing your cheek with light strokes of his finger pads.

“Yes.” You assure him with a small smile. “More than okay.”

He smiles back at you. He has the prettiest smile in the galaxy you decide. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, mesh’la.”

You don’t know the meaning of his words, but they fall from his lips with such warmth and care that you it has your heart flutter with warmth in your chest.

“What does that mean?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper.

“I will know you forever.”

“That is beautiful.”

“It’s…” He looks into your eyes, the deep mahogany of his irises make your heart clench. You can’t believe that these are the eyes that has been looking at you from under the helmet all this time. “It’s how we tell people we love them.”

“It is…?”

“Yes.” He nods. “I love you, mesh’la.”

He loves you… Din Djarin loves you.

“I love you too, Din.” You say before connecting your lips again in a long passionate kiss. “You and Grogu.” You add when you eventually have to pull away for air.

He smiles at you as his eyes are filling with grateful tears. You, Din and Grogu – a little clan of three.

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The Best News of Last Year

1. Belgium approves four-day week and gives employees the right to ignore their bosses after work

Workers in Belgium will soon be able to choose a four-day week under a series of labour market reforms announced on Tuesday.

The reform package agreed by the country's multi-party coalition government will also give workers the right to turn off work devices and ignore work-related messages after hours without fear of reprisal.

"We have experienced two difficult years. With this agreement, we set a beacon for an economy that is more innovative, sustainable and digital. The aim is to be able to make people and businesses stronger," Belgian prime minister Alexander de Croo told a press conference announcing the reform package.

2. Spain makes it a crime for pro-lifers to harass people outside abortion clinics

Spain has criminalized the harassment or intimidation of women going for an abortion under new legislation approved on Wednesday by the Senate. The move, which involved changes to the penal code, means anti-abortion activists who try to convince women not to terminate their pregnancies could face up to a year behind bars.

3. House passes bill to federally decriminalize marijuana

The House has voted with a slim bipartisan majority to federally decriminalize marijuana. The vote was 220 to 204.

The bill, sponsored by Democratic Rep. Jerry Nadler of New York, will prevent federal agencies from denying federal workers security clearances for cannabis use, and will allow the Veterans’ Administration to recommend medical marijuana to veterans living with posttraumatic stress disorder.

The bill also expunges the record of people convicted of non-violent cannabis offenses, which House Majority Leader Steny Hoyer said, “can haunt people of color and impact the trajectory of their lives and career indefinitely.”

4. France makes birth control free for all women under 25

The scheme, which could benefit three million women, covers the pill, IUDs, contraceptive patches and other methods composed of steroid hormones.

Contraception for minors was already free in France. Several European countries, including Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands and Norway, make contraception free for teens.

5. The 1st fully hydrogen-powered passenger train service is now running in Germany. The only emissions are steam & condensed water.

Five of the trains started running in August. Another nine will be added in the coming months to replace 15 diesel trains on the regional route. Alstom says the Coradia iLint has a range of 1,000 kilometers, meaning that it can run all day on the line using a single tank of hydrogen. A hydrogen filling station has been set up on the route between Cuxhaven, Bremerhaven, Bremervörde and Buxtehude.

6. Princeton will cover all tuition costs for most families making under $100,000 a year, after getting rid of student loans

In September, the New Jersey Ivy League school announced it would be expanding its financial aid program to offer free tuition, including room and board, for most families whose annual income is under $100,000 a year. Previously, the same benefit was offered to families making under $65,000 a year. This new income limit will take effect for all undergraduates starting in the fall of 2023.

Princeton was also the first school in the US to eliminate student loans from its financial aid packages.

7. Humpback whales no longer listed as endangered after major recovery

Humpback whales will be removed from Australia's threatened-species list, after the government's independent scientific panel on threatened species deemed the mammals had made a major recovery. Humpback whales will no longer be considered an endangered or vulnerable species.

Climate change and fishing still pose threats to their long-term health.

Some other uplifting news from last year:

A Cancer Trial’s Unexpected Result: Remission in Every Patient

California 100 percent powered by renewables for first time

Israel formally bans LGBTQ conversion therapy

Tokyo Passes Law to Recognize Same-Sex Partnerships

First 100,000 KG Removed From the Great Pacific Garbage Patch

As we ring in the New Year let’s remember to focus on the good news. May this be a year of even more kindness and generosity. Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2023!

Thank you for following and supporting this g this newsletter

Buy me a coffee ❤️

#best news of last week

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Women's Health: Daily habits that could be affecting your hormones

Hormones play a central role in the proper functioning of your body and overall health. They affect your menstrual cycle, fertility, bone health, mental and physical health. Your skin, weight, thyroid, energy levels, heart and breast health and much more.

These are some common habits that can influence hormonal balance:

Sleep: Irregular sleep can disturb hormone production, like cortisol, insulin, and growth hormones.

Diet: Eating lots of processed foods, unhealthy fats, and sugars while lacking essential nutrients can lead to hormonal imbalances. Extreme diets can also harm hormones.

Stress: Chronic stress releases cortisol, disrupting other hormones in the body.

Exercise: Too much or too little exercise can impact hormone levels. Overtraining raises cortisol, while being sedentary affects insulin sensitivity.

Caffeine and alcohol: Consuming too much caffeine or alcohol can affect hormone production and the endocrine system.

Plastic usage: Some plastics contain chemicals that disrupt hormones, especially when they leach into food and drinks.

Skincare and household products: Harmful chemicals in skincare and household items can act as hormone disruptors.

Medications and contraceptives: Some medications and birth control methods alter hormone levels.

Smoking: Smoking and secondhand smoke can disrupt hormones.

Environmental toxins: Exposure to pollutants like pesticides, herbicides, and chemicals in the environment act as endocrine disruptors, affecting hormone production and function.

Hydration: Staying hydrated is vital for hormone secretion and function.

Sunlight exposure: Natural sunlight helps regulate circadian rhythm and melatonin production, impacting other hormones.

Social interactions: Loneliness and social isolation affect hormone production and stress hormones.

Water bottles and food containers: Bisphenol A (BPA): Found in plastic bottles and containers, BPA can disrupt hormones when it seeps into food or drinks.

Laundry products: Some laundry products have chemicals that act as EDCs, impacting hormone balance through skin absorption.

Synthetic fabrics: Fabrics like polyester can cause increased sweating and heat retention, potentially affecting hormones.

Personal care products: Certain cosmetics and shampoos may contain harmful chemicals that interfere with hormone levels.

Intermittent fasting: Extreme fasting or calorie restriction may disrupt hormonal balance for some individuals.

Gut health: A healthy gut, supported by a balanced diet and probiotics, positively affects hormone metabolism.

Birth control methods: Hormonal contraceptives, like pills, patches, or IUDs, can influence hormone levels and affect individuals differently.

#healthy living #health and wellness #womens health #women health #healthyhabits #healthy lifestyle #hormones #self care

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Map: States where you can get birth control from a pharmacist

Arizona last week became the latest in a growing group of states that allow people to get birth control from a pharmacist without a doctor’s prescription.

Since 2016, 29 states and Washington, D.C., have passed laws allowing pharmacists to prescribe hormonal contraception such as birth control pills and patches. Arizona’s new policy, announced Thursday, applies to people 18 years and older and comes on the heels of similar legislation that Rhode Island Gov. Dan McKee, a Democrat, signed into law last month.

#Birth control #Otc #Health care #reproductive rights #reproductive health

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apologies if this one's been asked before; but do you know anything about reliable methods of contraception for people considered overweight? there's a whole lot of 'do not use xyz thing if you are over x bmi or over y kg' and it is quite frankly fucking exhausting to sift through. as the keeper of knowledge i thought you might have helpful info?

hi anon,

I have caveats for this article (women are not the only ones who take use birth control, and I object to the use of the word obesity pretty much always) but it has a pretty good rundown and has a link to an interesting 2018 study. tl;dr emergency contraception like Plan B and hormonal birth control administered via patch are the only forms of contraception that are less effective if you're fat.

#sex edventures 2024

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Learn About Contraceptive Patch

The Birth Control Patch is a patch that releases hormones into your body through your skin to prevent pregnancy. Visit findmymethod.org to know the benefits of Contraceptive Patch.

#contraceptive Patch

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Bestie fuck us up with girldad!aemond!!!

Ohhhh bestie.......dad!Aemond in general is something I love to read but didn't think of venturing into myself and now I can't stop thinking about it. I have a couple of thoughts. Ok this is modern!Aemond but please, to all the besties, let me know if canon dad!Aemond is something you'd like to see from me!

Aemond and reader never really thought about being parents. I never like detailing my reader's family background that much so it can be inclusive to all, and with Aemond we all know there's a lot of family drama that always surrounds him, and his own dad never really paid much attention to him nor his siblings.

You're both content with being dog parents to Vaghar and Patch

But one day you're going over to Helaena's to babysit Jahaerys and Jahaera (whom in the modern au I hc that Helaena adopted them)

And Aemond is struck with all the feels when he sees you playing with them; holding them and rocking them in your arms all smiling and happy. In his eyes, it looks as though you're glowing. And it's got him thinking about you carrying his own child.

Of course, he shakes off those thoughts because it's something you've talked about not being interested in. But now it's in Aemond's mind, and he can't stop thinking about it.

Now when he sees you with Patch in your arms, cooing at him and calling him, 'my baby' Aemond's just all fuzzy within. He just has to bring it up. When he does, one night when you're laying in bed together, you confess that you'd never considered children until him. But it's still something you're so nervous about. You already have a nice little routine of your own, and you've been by yourselves for so long now, you're weary of how a baby might change you.

You decide to wait a year and talk again about how you're feeling to see if anything has changed.

After a year, you decide that you're gonna stop using contraceptives, and just go with the flow. Don't think about it too much. If it happens, it happens, and you'll welcome it.

Of course, it ends up happening!

And Aemond's over the moon when it turns out you're having a girl! he never really considered the gender of the baby, and didn't have a preference. But when the doctor breaks out the news he wouldn't have had it any other way. A girl is perfect. He's already in love and feeling so attached to his baby. He buys her all the nice things, the fanciest, most expensive cradle and stroller, baby clothes from fancy brands, and all that jazz.

When he sees her in your arms for the first time, after you give birth to her...his world turns upside down. He's never ever felt this fierce protective and devoted in his life. He's just overcome with pure, unconditional love. And he also sees you in a whole new light. You brought this child into the world, through gritted teeth, blood, sweat, and tears. And he never thought that it was possible to love you even more than he already did.

He's obsessed with having his baby in his arms because, she's so, so so tiny. How can she be so tiny and delicate!?

He looks so funny, all tall and scary with a tiny baby girl in his arms.

And he loves it. He loves how easily he can lift her up in the air because to him she weighs nothing. And he delights in hearing her laugh when he does. He loves tickling her, and caressing her soft cheeks, feeling the weight of her head in the crook of his neck.

His Targaryen genes are strong so she mostly takes after him, but her general frame and mannerisms (as she grows) are yours, as well as your nose.

And the baby is obviously adored by the dogs as well. At first, Patch was a little jealous because he was used to being the baby of the house for so long, but honestly, that lasts like 2 seconds. As soon as he gets a big whiff of the baby's scent he's head over heels.

Now he finds her clothes and clean laundry basket and nestles himself there because he's smitten.

Aemond likes those nights when he lets you sleep, and he's the one getting up to change her and feed her. He sits on a rocking chair in the nursery, with Patch by his feet as he rocks his baby in his arms and maybe hums lullabies to her until she falls asleep.

I can't decide on a name to this baby but I love the sound of 'Lucy Targaryen', 'Lilly Targaryen', and 'Amaelia Targaryen' (with the ae to make it more westeros-y lmao). The last one may be my favorite but I'm open for the besties' input!

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!aemond's family #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen hcs #modern!aemond headcanons #modern!aemond hcs #headcanons #my writing #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #dad!aemond #hotd #fanfiction #ewan mitchell

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Contraceptive Patch: A Comprehensive Guide

Discover everything you need to know about the contraceptive patch, from its effectiveness to how to get it, with our comprehensive guide.

Contraception is an important part of sexual health, and the contraceptive patch is one of the most popular and effective ways of preventing pregnancy. It has the added advantage of being easily reversible, with its effects wearing off quickly once the patch is removed.

In this article, we’ll cover what the patch is, how it works, its advantages and disadvantages, and how to get it.

What Is the Contraceptive Patch?

The contraceptive patch is a thin, beige-colored patch that adheres to the skin, typically on the upper arm, buttocks, or stomach. It contains two hormones: progestin, which stops ovulation, and estrogen, which thickens the cervical mucus, making it harder for sperm to enter the uterus. The patch is replaced with a new one once a week for three weeks in a row, followed by a patch-free week.

How Does the Patch Work?

The hormones in the patch stop ovulation and thicken the cervical mucus, making it difficult for sperm to reach the uterus. This prevents pregnancy by stopping the release of an egg, as well as by making it harder for sperm to fertilize an egg if one is released.

Advantages of the Patch

• Convenience: The patch is designed for convenience. It can be worn for up to a week at a time, so there’s no need to remember to take a pill every day.

• Reversible: The effects of the patch wear off quickly when it’s removed, so it’s easy to stop using it at any time.

• Effects on Periods: The patch can help to regulate periods, reduce cramps, and reduce the amount of menstrual bleeding.

• Effectiveness: The contraceptive patch is 99% effective when used correctly.

Disadvantages of the Patch

• Side Effects: The contraceptive patch can cause side effects such as nausea, depression, and headaches.

• Skin Irritation: The adhesive used in the patch can cause skin irritation.

• Interactions: The patch can interact with certain medications, supplements, and herbs. It’s important to speak to your doctor before taking any medications while using the patch.

How to Get the Patch

The contraceptive patch is available on prescription from your doctor. Depending on where you live, you may be able to get the patch free of charge. If not, you may need to pay for it. It’s important to make sure you get the right advice when considering the patch, so it’s a good idea to have a contraceptive patch consultation with your doctor or healthcare provider.

Conclusion

The contraceptive patch is an effective and convenient form of contraception, but it’s important to be aware of the risks and side effects associated with it. If you’re interested in using the patch, it’s important to speak to a doctor or healthcare provider for advice and to arrange a contraceptive patch consultation in the UK.

So, if you want an effective and easy way to avoid getting pregnant, you might want to look into the contraceptive patch. Speak to your doctor or healthcare provider to arrange a contraceptive patch consultation and get the best advice for your individual needs.

#contraceptive patch consultation #contraceptive patch consultation uk

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Idk if you are still accepting requests n stuff but I just got to and need to know how our “Don’t Deny the Animal” y/n is doing 😭 Like by now she probably gave birth to their daughter and stuff so can u give us a glimpse please 🥺👉👈

Oh I’ve missed DDTA Chris & his wifey and their babies!! Okay, let’s see what they’re up to!

This drabble is a continuation of my Chris Evans fic, don’t deny the animal + the sequel.

Warnings: rpf, misogyny, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dark!Chris, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, housewife kink, naive!reader, mentions of: condoms, birth control, contraceptive pill.

Chris knows he’s achieved the life he always dreamed of having. He’s got a beautiful, submissive wife, his twin boys who are growing smarter every day, and now he’s also got an adorable baby daughter — barely three months old but the apple of his eye.

And he loves how you are with the newborn, how you know exactly what to do — how to feed her, burp her, get her to stop crying. He loves how you dress her up all cute with bows and dresses. He loves how you’re always at home looking after his kids. It’s where you flourish, it’s where he always wants you to be.

“She’s fast asleep!” You announce as you enter yours and Chris’ bedroom, and Chris can’t help but stare at you hungrily. And he doesn’t need to be subtle or anything, because you’re his wife, his property. He can feel his dick harden in his pants, looking at you in your sheer silk nightie, the picture-perfect vision of motherhood, his perfect housewife.

He continues to stare as you settle down on the bed, eyes zeroing in on your breasts which are so much bigger now because you’re breastfeeding. Speaking of which, he can see the wet patches on the front of your nightie, and it just makes him harder.

“And the boys are such angels, they put themselves to sleep! Can you believe that? No bedtime story or anything!”

Chris smiles, setting his phone down on the side table, “That’s because I told them they could play on the iPad for half an hour if they brushed their teeth and got changed all by themselves. I know you’re tired, baby..”

You reach out to squeeze his hand, “Thank you. You’re the bestest. Although, I do like telling them their bedtime stories. And I hope you still helped them brush their teeth, they’re only two after all.”

“Of course I did, honey.” Chris grabs your calf and drags you closer to him, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours, “Mm, you smell amazing.”

“That’s because I just showered.” You answer, and Chris knows that. He had a great time watching you come out of the shower wrapped in your tiny pink towel, bending down and lathering lotion all over your smooth legs and yelping when he’d smacked your ass. He’d been horny ever since.

And now even more so because he knows you’ve just fed the baby but you’re still leaking…

Slowly, he slips his hand up to tweak your nipple through the thin satin, loving how you wince because you’re so sensitive. And then, with a rumble in his chest, it’s like his inner animal takes over, and he pulls you into his lap, pushing your nightie down your body, trying to free your breasts.

“You still have to feed daddy.” Chris growls lowly, ripping your nightie down the middle, your breath hitching sweetly when your breasts pop out, and immediately he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, making sure to tweak and play with the other one.

“Mm, Chris…” You sigh, fingers tangling into his hair and he knows you feel relief as he begins to suck, your sweet milk. He just can’t get enough of feeding from you, he knew he had to do it the first time he got you pregnant, and you were so young and confused — not knowing what to do when you began lactating early.

Well, Chris had known what to do, and now you’re both addicted to it. He can tell by the way you moan his name, pushing him more into your breasts, panting when he bites your nipple gently before suckling it again, rutting his hard cock against you the whole time.

“So sweet, baby. You love feeding me, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yeah, daddy. L-Love it so much.” You whimper, helplessly humping against him. And he’s happy that you’re so enthusiastic, because although you’re always insatiable for him, your sex drive hasn’t been the same since when you were pregnant. Pregnancy hormones had you ripping his clothes off about ten times a day.

“That’s right, my sweet little baby, feeding me your mommy milk. Fuck,” he gives you one last, hard suckle before moving to your other breast, squeezing it to make the milk spurt out before sucking, “You’re such a cute little mommy, taking care of your daddy. This is what you were meant for, baby.”

“Mm, want my daddy so bad!” You cry softly, arching your back from your place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing hard, loving the feel of his hard crotch against your pussy.

And Chris loves your enthusiasm. He’d hated not being able to fuck you after you’d given birth to his baby girl, hated having to wait till the doctor said it was okay, till you said it was okay. Because he’s already missing you being pregnant, missing how hot you looked with your round belly, his child growing inside you.

He wants to knock you up again.

With new fervour, Chris slams you down flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you and resuming suckling your nipple, his other hand squeezing your breast, loving how soft you are. It’s like the animal inside of him has awoken, desperate to get inside you and fill you up till your little baby pussy is leaking with his cum.

And then he’d scoop it all up and shove it back inside you, ensuring you’re stuffed full of his cum so he can get you pregnant again.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” He whispers, your nipple still in his mouth but his eyes locked on yours, “Your little pussy got wet from breastfeeding daddy, didn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy! Wan’ your dick inside me! Please!” You beg so prettily, and it makes him so fucking hard, it’s insane. Everything you do makes him hard.

It doesn’t take too long to get both of you naked, with his clothes strewn all over the bed and your nightie ripped clean in half and the rags lying on the floor, Chris just admiring your stunning body — his property. All his. Nobody else’s.

“Ah, fuck!” You moan as he nudges the tip of his dick against your throbbing clit, and he loves how you buck your hips up, almost like a little virgin with how eager and sweet you are, your juices staining the bedsheets underneath you.

He’s about to shove his fat dick straight into your leaky little fuckhole when your tiny hands push on his chest, a sudden alertness pushing through your usual cock-drunk face, “Daddy, Chris, wait! Do you have a condom?”

Chris feels a certain rage course through his veins at the mention of the word, “What?”

“A condom,” you let out a breathless laugh, “We need to be careful, baby.”

He frowns, “You know I hate condoms, I’ve never used one with you. Ever.”

Another soft, twinkly laugh, “And that’s probably why I’ve been pregnant for the better part of two years.”

Chris blinks, what exactly was so wrong with that? But he knows he has to tread carefully now, lest this conversation go against his favour.

“Honey, I don’t have any condoms.” Which is true. He hates condoms, and why the fuck should he need to wear condoms when you’re his wife? You’re meant to spread your legs for him whenever he wants you to, no complaints. And certainly no talk about fucking condoms.

“Oh.” You look deep in thought for a moment, but still so horny with the way you’re panting hard and periodically rutting against him, “Maybe… Could you pull out before you finish?”

Now Chris is fucking pissed off. A part of him — the animal inside him — wants to just pin you down, clamp a hand over your mouth to shut you up and just fuck you and fill you to the brim with his seed.

Instead, he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot, feeling you go lax in his arms, “Baby, you know I only like finishing inside you. And I know you like it too.”

“Mm, daddy, I do! But just for now! On Monday, I’ll go to the doctor to talk about going on the pill.”

Chris stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and looking at you with heated eyes, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You sigh, “I just… a newborn and two toddlers is already a handful. And I love them, I love looking after them but I need the reassurance that I’m not going to get pregnant again right now.”

“Baby, you know I want a big family.” Chris wants nothing less than five kids. More if it means you’ll always be pregnant and indoors, away from everyone else.

“I know that. But I was thinking of maybe… going back into acting? One of my old acting friends texted me about this role I could totally audition for, and—”

“Our baby girl is only three months old.” Chris interrupts you, tone hardening as he begins to lose his patience. For fucksakes, his dick is fucking hard and he wants to fuck you already. He doesn’t need this right now. “How can you be thinking of going back to acting?”

“I know, I know!” You rush to assure him, cupping his face in your hands and he can tell that you’re searching for mercy in his eyes, “Chris, I know! I just thought… maybe in a few months…”

“In a few months, I’m going to be out of town filming my new movie. You know that.” Chris wishes you’d just erase the idea of acting from your head entirely. Your job is to be his wife and the mother of his children — it’s what you’re best at, and it’s the only thing you should be worrying about right now.

“And I want our kids to be close in age. Which is why I think the best thing for you to do right now is relax and stay at home, take care of our babies and wait a few months before we start trying for another one. Do I make myself clear?”

He purposely puts on his strict voice, the tone that conveys that there’s no room for argument, that his word is the final word — or else. And he loves how you bow your head submissively, pressing your lips together. But he also sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to sweet-talk you later, make it up to you somehow.

Chris knows he needs to take a different approach, make you give up on acting completely and make you think it was your idea. But right now… he just wants to be inside you. Fuck you hard to get rid of all the frustration you’ve caused him. Sweet talk and apologies can come after that.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

You sniffle softly, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Daddy wants a good view of your ass while I fuck your little baby pussy bare, the way you deserve to be fucked.”

THE END

What do you guys think? Do you want Chris and wifey to have more babies? It was fun to revisit these characters, tbh! I think Chris is getting darker! Please do tell me what you think, feedback is everything!

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Marrying the future leader of the Zenin clan would be a dream.

Wrong.

There was no love, but you at least prayed that your husband would pay more attention to you or treat you more politely.

Naoya Zenin, well, what could you say about him? At first, bad rumours would always pop up about him, but you closed your ears to the gossip swirling around him. He was a dashing guy, wasn’t he?

The first meet was incredible. He was courteous and kind, that you a naive girl, would fall for his facade, without noticing the obvious signs of what he really was like.

The first month after the wedding was perfect as well. Waking up to him, kissing him, wishing that he makes all the correct decisions for his clan, the Zenin.

Slight squabbling turned into arguments that made the maids wish they had on ear plugs.

Until he actually used force. His heavy palm met with your cheek after a disagreement, over something petty. After some time, Naoya would ask for forgiveness, showering you with huge bouquets of flowers and presents. And with a kind heart, you forgave him.

And again, and again, and again, it was a broken record on repeat. A rollercoaster of emotions, if you could word it yourself. Naoya’s real attitude was shown and it confused you how weren’t able to pick up on the signs beforehand.

“Damn, if only I knew. I spoiled you too much,” his finger rested on your chin, forcing you to turn your face towards him. Your face was already beaten up by him, having purple patches on your cheeks and chin. Naoya’s pale green eyes narrowed while he mentally criticises your appearance. “How useless can you be? Useless like how the hole in between your legs that is incapable of reproducing. If I was aware, I wouldn’t have married you, or fuck you in that sense. What a defective wife,”

Actually, this was all your plan. A secret plan. Taking oral contraceptives, hidden from everyone who lived in the big mansion that you have to call home. Having children with Naoya would mean him having another way to control you, your life and possibly hurt them. You’d rather be in the way of that instead of being married to an actual child abuser.

Although your plan was foolproof, you didn’t have the opportunity to take the pills for a week because the Zenins didn’t leave your side. Any of them. It was as if he ordered bodyguards to spy on you, in your own home.

It was a calm and bright morning, but not for you. You were vomiting and clutching onto your toilet’s sink. Could you have eaten anything spoiled? Was anyone around you ill? With a heavy and loud heartbeat, you took a pregnancy test. You called out to any god for it to be negative, but on that day the gods left you.

‘Positive’

Your whole world came crashing down, crying so loud wishing it was all faux. The hell you were in only lasted for a short time as Naoya swung the door open.

“What are you doing here? And why are you shouting?” Naoya said sternly, then continued with a disgusted look on his face while staring at your disheveled, tear-stained face. He noticed the test in your hand, clutching it. “I asked you a question, you little bitch, what was all the commotion about?”

You looked him in the eye, thinking to yourself whether it would be a good idea to tell him about the news. “I wasn’t feeling well for a couple of days, so I decided to take a pregnancy test. It came out positive…” you prepared yourself to be hugged by the man. Doesn't he want this?

“Do you know how this will affect the Zenin Clan? Why did you keep such important information from me? How could you be so careless?!” he got closer, his voice low and dangerous.

“Naoya! It was you! You didn't use protection and practically forced yourself onto me!”

His face contorts into pure rage, his fists clenching tightly at this sides. “How dare you accuse me!” he spits on you venomously. “It was your fault for not resisting me! Now look what you’ve done - ruining everything as always!”. He grabs you by the arm, dragging you towards the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he growls, pushing your trembling body in front of the reflective surface. Your eyes saw your body, once pristine and proper, now bruises and marks marring your skin. With the final statement, he lets go of you, leaving you shaking and terrified while looking at yourself. All you could do is sit and cry.

“What am I supposed to do…” you felt trapped. The weight of fear and uncertainty presses down upon you, unable to escape the cruel reality of your situation. Your heart races and every breath feels shallow and forced as you try to calm yourself down. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching and without thinking, you scurry away, preparing for the worst.

However, instead of anger or violence in his gaze, there's a strange mix of emotions flashing through his eyes — confusion and even a hint of regret. Slowly, he kneels beside you, offering a handkerchief to dry your tears.

"Listen to me," he says softly, in a gentle voice. "We both made mistakes, but we aren't going to let this define us,". Despite how his words seem to gnarl at you, there was a sense of the underlying current of power and control flowing from his demeanor. Yet somehow, there's a part of you that wants to believe that he did change, hoping that things might change for the better.

"C-Can we keep it?" you asked softly. At your question, he hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes," he finally answers, his voice barely above a whisper. "But understand this — you will be in the house when the baby bump starts showing. We don't need other clans to find out about this, growing inside of you," his eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of defiance. Deep inside, you felt a twinge of hope, mixed with hatred at his decision. You nod silently, afraid to speak louder than necessary. He stands up straight again, leaving you alone once more in the bathroom, seemingly satisfied with your response.

"Huh? Why? We are married anyways, so wouldn't a child be a good thing?" you questioned him. Naoya turned around slowly, his features hardening once more. "Because I cannot afford to jeopardize my reputation. The Zenin name must remain unsullied at all costs. Besides, having a child now would only serve as a distraction from our goals. It's best if we focus solely on achieving greatness together, don't you agree?" he touched your shoulder.

Ah, you knew this would happen. He was all talk when he said he wanted a child from you. Possibly just an excuse for all the bullying you have gotten. "Maybe, put the child up for adoption?". His brows furrow deeply, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. "Putting the child up for adoption? That's absurd! Don't you know how dangerous it would be for the both of us, and the clan's name?"

You tilted your head, "Baby, we are married,". He takes a deep breath, visibly struggling to maintain his composure, "Yes, we are married, but that doesn't mean we need a distraction,"

"I-I won't kill my child though. It's our child. How could you think of such a thing?" you started crying again. Hearing your protests, he steps closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. His expression softens as he looks into your eyes. "I know it may not seem fair right now, but think about it logically," he pleads. "If news of our child spreads, especially when the clan is trying to dominate in this region, people will talk. Wars might happen. They'll speculate, gossip and before long, rumors will start flying. Can you imagine the damage that could be done to the Zenin name? Our standing within the community?" he sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, I'm not saying I don't want a child, but difficult decisions have to be made for the greater good. Please, try to understand where I'm coming from, just please. Promise me you'll keep silent about this whole situation,".

"I'll think about it, Naoya. Just..just let me have some time to myself. I'm getting sick again," you head to the sink, before releasing your morning sickness. Naoya, shook his head.

He sighed, "I'll give you all the time. Let's go to Coffeea Cafe tomorrow. I guess it's the least I could do to thank you for dropping that...shit,".

At Coffeea, Naoya followed closely behind you. He takes in the vibrant scene around him with a mix of fascination and amusement. The air is thick with excitement as baristas expertly prepare orders amidst the hum of conversation and clinking of cups. You gesture to him a table nestled in a quiet corner near the window, offering a perfect view of the busy street outside. Until a random person gropes and smacks your ass.

"HEY!" you yelled at the man.

Naoya furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he turns his attention towards the source of your annoyance. However, just as quickly, he realizes that the individual responsible for the touch had already moved on to his seat, leaving you alone and unharmed. "Did something happen? Are you alright?" he rolls his eyes and asks calmly.

In no hesitation, you pointed at the guy who harassed you. "That guy! He just groped my ass!". Naoya's gaze follows your pointed finger to the figure standing by the counter with a smug smile playing on his lips. "Ah," he says coolly, "I believe that gentleman was simply making a joke, complimenting you on whatever you've got going on there" he said, pointing towards the visible slight bulge going on in your tummy area. Despite his words, there's an underlying current of anger simmering beneath the surface — not directed at you but rather at the offender for daring to touch what he considers his.

"A joke?!" you got defensive, "he groped my ass!", you were lost for words. How can your husband be so nonchalant at such a thing? "Indeed," he replies with a unbothered look on his face. "Naoya, you don't really care about me, right? You just want me as your trophy wife and now that I don't look like how I used to you're just treating me like a nobody! You're sick!" a silent moment happened in the cafe as you said that, a little too loud.

At your bitter comment, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, his expression shifting to something far more guarded. "Is that how you see me?" he asked quietly, withdrawing his hands from you. Setting back, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, surveying you critically. "If that were true, why would I bother spending time with someone like you, out, in the public?" his tone harsher, edged with anger.

"You didn't even do anything to the guy who groped me!" you defensively stated. The air around both of you suddenly felt heavy, charged with an electric tension. in response to your accusation, he takes a step closer, his gaze locked on yours. "And what exactly did you expect me to do?" he demands, his voice low and menacing. "Should I have torn the man limb to limb in front of everyone? Is that what satisfies your sense of justice?" shaking his head, he lets out a frustrated sigh.

Hearing your words, he feels a surge of pride swell up within him. To him, you were puny. A spectacle of dust. "I am Naoya Zenin, clan leader. And it is my duty to uphold the honor of my name, even if it means sacrificing personal desires for the greater good,". Looking deeply into your eyes, he searches for understanding, hoping that someday you will understand why he has to be so harsh. "But please remember," he adds softly, "that beneath this mask of authority lies a man who loves you more than life itself,"

What? You scoff. "As if I will ever believe that,"

You got brave, since the both of you were away from the clan's headquarters. Away from the other sociopaths. "You know what, Naoya?" Your words stop him dead in his tracks. "Maybe it's best if we end things here. After all, we clearly aren't meant for each other." Turning back towards you, he studies your face carefully, searching for any sign of regret or doubt. But all he sees is cold, hard resolve. For a moment, he considers arguing, pleading his case one last time. Instead, he forces a smile and offers a slight bow of his head. "Very well then," he says calmly. "May fortune favor you in your future endeavors."

As you watched the relationship with your husband shatter right in front of you, a strange mix of emotions washes over you - relief mingling with regret, hope battling against despair. After all, he's proven time and again that he doesn't truly care for you, beyond using you as a tool to further his own ambitions.

You called up your high school best friend, Satoru Gojo. You’ve been estranged from him ever since you married the dirt bag.

“Long time no see bud~”

Despite the circumstances surrounding her failed relationship with Naoya Zenin, hearing from Gojo brings back fond memories of happier times spent training together at Jujutsu High School. Your tone becomes excited as you listen to whatever news he has to share.

Overhearing the conversation, Naoya couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Why did you have to contact Gojo? Of course, it would be. The both of you shared so many memories together during your time at high school - training sessions, late-night conversations. You invited Gojo over and in no time, he was in the cafe, looking for you.

"So tell me something Sato, have you been dating recently? With good looks like yours, I'm sure you have, right?" you verbally pondered.

Hearing your question, Gojo couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Well, I haven't had the chance to date anyone seriously since graduation," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "There were a couple of girls here and there, but nothing serious enough to call 'dating'. What about you? Have you found anyone special?" His eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.

You let out a big sigh. Oh, how do I begin..

"So, my parents had a deal with the Zenin clan. Trust me, at first I thought it was all good too. You remember Naoya? From class?" you explained to Gojo. He nods, with remembrance of Naoya. "The two of us, don't see things eye to eye.." you pointed at your bruised eye, still slightly visible beneath all the makeup. Literally...

Gojo listened intently as you filled him in on the details of your arranged marriage. Although he knew about some aspects of Japanese culture involving arranged marriages, hearing it firsthand from someone he knew made it seem more real. He couldn't help but feel sorry for you.

"So, now I'm single," you chuckled after the sentence.

Gojo reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand in solidarity. "Don't worry too much about it," he reassured you with a warm smile. "You'll find someone amazing someday – someone who appreciates you for who you are and cherishes your company." His words held a hint of earnestness, reflecting his deep affection for you. For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's presence. Then, glancing at his watch, Gojo stood up abruptly. "Oh shoot! I forgot I had plans later today. Listen, why don't we catch up again soon? Maybe grab dinner or something?"

"Okay, Gojo. It was nice meeting up with you after so long. Tell you what, we can meet up at your place and I'll cook you up a feast~" you smiled as you said those words.

Grinning widely, Gojo nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds great!" he replied eagerly. "I'd love that." His gaze lingered on yours for just a moment longer before he quickly gathered his belongings. "Alright then, see you tomorrow night!" With one last wave goodbye, he disappeared into the crowd outside the café, leaving you alone with a contented smile on your face. You watched him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirl within. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day indeed.

(NEXT CHAPTER)

its a tad too long im just gonna separate it into two chapters.

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Claraste (Din Djarin x Female Witch! Reader)

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Summary: Din stays at the farm for longer than ever before, giving the both of them time to think about what life could be like if he stayed

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, talk of contraceptive tea, feelings, this is third person but there are no descriptions of the witch other than using she/her pronouns so I have labelled as reader insert in the hope it can come across that way (although please tell me kindly if not and I will update to x oc), canon typical violence

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Din had stayed for longer than ever before. Two whole weeks where the walls they had thrown up between them began to crack and splinter until they could finally dream of a life he could - would - build here.

The morning after the first night had been the only sense of reality they gave into, a contraceptive tea slipping past her lips as she leaned against the uneven wooden rail around the cottage porch while watching on as Din got to work weeding around the edge of her flower patch. One day was all that was said as the tea steeped in the delicate mug and Din nodded, his hand sweeping from her hip only covered in a thin slip dress to her low belly as he kissed her cheek.

Kissed.

Her fingers ghosted over her lips that still felt bruised in the bright light of day from how they had kissed the night before, like it was the first and last time they would ever get the chance to give in to the temptation. Until now, Din’s helmet had been the last barrier they had kept up between them and now that it was gone…

The sun caught his dark head of hair as he stood up from kneeling by the flower patch and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he turned to look back at her, his face still mostly covered by the frown she had heard in his voice for years but his eyes holding a softness she had yearned for.

Din had never said out loud that he had also let himself dream of a quieter, steadier life and for as long as she had known him - from the second time he had visited her here - she knew that he was keeping it locked up inside his chest for protection. At first it was a fools dream - a Mandalorian thinking he could ever be the kind of man who would live the life of a dutiful husband and father on a quiet stretch of land on some forgotten planet and a witch thinking that there was anything other than a lonesome life where she was but a page in the novels of others, healing them or feeding them before they went onto their adventures, written in the stars - but now… Now ten years had gone by where he would return at least twice a rotation of Terra and he would slip into her life like he had never left, telling her stories of the planets he had seen and the people he had met, but they were growing tired and she felt it in her bones.

She loved Din more than she had loved anyone, but with that love came the yearning for a full life. The yearning for a husband to wake up to every day who would kiss her bare shoulder as she woke up like Din had done this morning. Who would help her on the farm. Who would listen to the made up adventures she had in her mind and would make promises of showing her even an inch more of the galaxy than she had ever seen. Who would hold her, cherish her, let her love him, perhaps one day raise children who knew what love was like, just as she had as a child when she watched her own parents.

She knew they would have to give themselves more than they ever had before - whether by finally giving in to how their hearts and souls had twined round one another over the years or to let go, let each other move on.

What was between them was a love like that created between Astra and Terra. Terra had watched the bright star - Claraste - every night like the rest of the stars until one night it came hurtling towards her and chipped Terra right out of her arms.

She had watched Din like any other traveller on his first visit, cautiously and with interest, and then every time after that until… until they were more.

Even if it made it harder in the end, she told herself that she would enjoy what she could for now. That she would ask him before he left, and not a second sooner, and it was easy enough when he dropped whatever tools were in his hand and she left the mug abandoned by her side as he stalked across the farm towards her, his knees bending and his arm wrapping around the backs of her thighs as his mouth crashed to hers and he carried her inside.

*****

Two weeks, longer than ever before, and the pain in her chest ached harder than usual as he finished tying up his bag and turned to her.

His helmet was still off, perched on the middle of the table and waiting to be slipped on the second he was ready to go, and she found her eyes racing across his face to commit every last bit to memory. The dark brown of his eyes and the tiny glimmer of gold around the edge. The bump in the ridge of his nose and the scar that ran across it. The pout of his bottom lip. The lines of a hard life that edged his eyes.

“I’m going to visit the child,” he said, his hand flexing and releasing by his side.

“Tell him I said hello,” she replied, her voice hollower than he had ever heard it before and he found his legs carrying him across the room before his mind had even caught up, his hands holding the sides of her face.

“Something is wrong.” There was no question in his words and it only made her chest ache more from how well he knew her.

Her hands raised to cover his and slipped them from her face to where she instead held them between their bodies.

“Yes and no.” His brows pinched together and she sighed. “I’ve always accepted this life for what it is, Din. I was never angry that my parents had been murdered, never sought revenge for their lives that were stolen away and mine that was displaced. I’m glad I didn’t, I don’t think I have it in me to be vengeful, but… I can’t sit by and let my life go by without doing something.

“I love you, Din,” she said, and the way he reacted to hearing those words for the first time - his mouth falling open and his shoulders softening - lodged under her ribs and right by her heart as she continued to talk. “No matter what we decide, I will always love you, but I need…” She trailed off with a sigh.

“More,” Din finished for her and she nodded.

“I know I can’t ask you to promise me anything here and now but… when you come back I need you to have an answer for me, Din. It’s the only thing I’ve ever asked you.”

His thumb brushed across her knuckles, dark eyes flicking back and forth between hers as he swallowed heavily and nodded. “I swear it.”

It wasn't a yes - or a no - but the unease was forgotten when his mouth crashed against hers, her wrists tangling behind his neck and his hands squeezing and roaming her body. His palms weighed heavy on the bottom of her back and back of her neck as he walked them towards the kitchen table and his tongue pressed into her mouth.

When her back met the edge of the table he pulled away long enough to lift her dress up and over her head, his mouth kissing down her neck and shoulder as he lifted her onto the steady oak surface and with a palm in the centre of her chest he laid her down against it and remained towering over her.

It took everything in him not to rip his clothes from his body and fill her now, instead taking his layers off slowly as he kissed and touched every inch of her beautiful body beneath him, marvelling in how her eyes tracked each movement with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth until her entire body was covered in goosebumps and she wrapped her hand around his cock, tugging it once in a way that wasn’t painful but made him hiss - and her smirk - nonetheless.

His palm wrapped around hers, holding her still as he raised an eyebrow down at her and he had to stop his knees from buckling as he watched the shiver wreck through her body - her chest heaving in need and anticipation as he gathered her wrists in his hand and held them against the table above her head.

“I have the chance to taste you once more before I leave,” he said as he bent to kneel before her spread legs, his forefinger and thumb spreading her open and his warm breath fanning her when he spoke again. “I won't be leaving till I take that chance.”

His shoulders kept her thighs open for him, the scruff around his jaw tickling her soft skin as he licked slowly up until his lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked. He did this again and again, her thighs tensing and releasing over his shoulders.

When her head rolled to the side and her back arched from the table, she caught sight of Din’s reflection in the mirror peeking out from behind a chair, his strong profile kneeling between her legs and his hand-

She let out a low moan, her hips urging him closer against her as she rocked in time with his hand that stroked his cock. The sight of him on his knees before her, pleasuring himself while bringing her pleasure, was enough to thrust her over the edge and she came with a choked gasp as her thighs pressed to the side of his head and he guided her through each wave until the heel of her palm tapped his forehead.

He stood with a low growl, like it took everything in him to pull away from her, and when his body draped over hers to meet her mouth in a kiss she caught sight of his chin and bottom lip that was shining with her before she could taste it on her tongue.

With his hand planted by her head and the other palming her hip, she reached between their bodies and lined him up as he rocked his hips once and slid inside her fully. They groaned together, their kiss not ending until she took his face in her hands and pulled back enough to look into his eyes before looking down to where their bodies met as he continued to thrust into her.

“More, Din. I need more-”

In an instant he had slipped from her, lifting her body off of the table and settling her on the floor where she stood on her toes and bent over the table as he slipped inside her once more.

With his hands gripping her hips and her body bent over the table, she felt him spearing his cock inside her so deeply that she couldn't barely gasp a breath. Her nails raked down the wood and she pushed her hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, her mind completely empty of any worries about her past or their future until all she could feel was Din, Din, Din…

She hasn't even realised she had been chanting his name like some prayer to lost Gods until his chest was pressed to her back and his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“I’m here, I’m right here.”

His thrusts slowed and instead he moved slow and deep, his fingers slipping over where they met and deftly circling her clit as his mouth slanted over hers the second she turned her head to meet him in a kiss.

She never wanted it to end, and from the way Din had built them up before letting them fall back until they were both slick with sweat she knew he was thinking the same. He did it again and again until the coil was wound so tight that she was certain there was no stopping her from falling over the edge and so she did, her moans high pitched and swallowed by Din’s ferocious kiss as he fell over the edge with her.

She was so consumed by wave after wave, crash after crash of pleasure that she could barely feel the table that was digging into her hips until bruises would no doubt be forming.

They kissed until he softened inside her and slipped out, his mess slipping down the inside of her thighs as their kissing slowed until only his forehead was resting against hers and his breath was fanning her chin.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed down her back, reaching for a cloth and cleaning her gently and taking the moment of peace to let his eyes roam her face once more. It was the same face he had seen for the first time those ten years ago, a few more lines by the side of her eyes and a few grey hairs - ones he had counted under the moonlight the night before when she had thrown her hand up and proclaimed she had at least a dozen, much to his amusement.

They said few words as they passed each other the clothes that had been stripped before and his cheeks were still flushed pink as he lifted the helmet from the table, her chest still slick with sweat that made him want to lick across the skin visible from where her dress was still untied.

“Din, I-” She stopped as soon as his eyes met his, her bottom lip pulling between her teeth and she jerked her chin in a nod - holding something back like she had already said too much to say even more. “Tell the kid I said hello.”

He nodded, his helmet slipping over his head with practised ease before he lifted his hand and held her cheek, his thumb stroking across the round fullness. “I will. And I will return, I swear it.”

Still no yes or no, no answer for their future that lay in the balance, but it was enough for now as he picked up his bag and began the walk back across the farm. He didn't look back until he reached the edge, finding her still at the top of the steps with her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin lifting in a wordless goodbye as he did the same for now.

****

It had been three months since Din left, not long by any stretch when compared to some of the breaks between his visit before, but ever since his shadow had disappeared through the thick trees surrounding her land she had found herself searching for him on the horizon every morning and night.

This morning was no different, yet as she opened her door and looked out to the tree line she felt an unease she had never felt on the sanctuary of her farm before. Her palms grew sweaty and the back of her neck prickled in awareness but at what she couldn't tell. She found herself spending the day collecting essentials from around her home - a few trinkets that caught her eye and pulled at her heart too - and had even packed them into a bag no matter how stupid she felt.

It’s nothing, she told herself again and again and yet still she climbed onto her hands and knees and found a bag that had been tucked beneath her bed, packing it to the brim until the sun began to set.

If for nothing else, the long walk she took to the stream after the bag had been tied up and tucked by her door was more of a distraction than a necessity since the well by her house had been filled by rain the week before. She had gone slower than usual too, finding plants and mushrooms she had pocketed with the intention to dry out when she got home, but when she made it to the edge of her farm and stopped the tune she had been humming she heard the heavy sets of footsteps rushing behind her.

Not taking a second to think, she dropped the bucket full of water to the ground and ran.

Her feet hit the freshly farmed land harder and faster than ever before, faster than when she was a child and ran through the bare, damp land of her home planet alongside the only friend she can remember - Beron, a freckled faced boy with bright red hair who would make her laugh as he chased her through the thin lifeless forest pretending to be whatever monster their parents had told them stories of the night before.

But she didn't feel like laughing now. It was only fear that raged through her veins as she bounded up the steps of her cottage and fled inside before slamming the door behind her. She could barely hear the men’s laughter over the blood pounding in her ears and she let her body slide down the door, crawling to the edge of her bed where Din had made her hide a blaster years ago.

He had practised with her a few times over the years, finding old trees to use as aim, but he had refused to leave her without her having some sort of protection against any raiders who could stumble across her farm. She had argued against it at the time but had never been more glad for the cool metal that her hand curved around as she pulled it from between the mattress and wall and crawled back to the window.

“Come out little witch,” a rough voice called out to her and a few of the other men laughed, horrible laughter that made her eyes prick with tears.

She held the cool metal against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as her whole body shook and she silently called out into the galaxy for Din, the name of the only person she wanted - needed - and his name roared in her mind like she could call to him wherever he was.

****

Every time Din approached Terra, the same wave of calmness washed over him. His shoulders inched down from his ears, his brow unfurrowed, his mind stopped racing. It's like the kid knew where they were going too despite only being here twice betore; his small hands pressed against the glass and his breath fogging it up as Din began the descent over the trees.

The kid cooed and Din huffed a laugh.

“Yeah. She missed you, too.”

He landed his ship - one a lot smaller than the Crest that had cleared a wide circle of land for his arrival every time - flicking off every button as the engines went from roaring to silent and he patted the small pocket of his belt to check the ring of beskar one final time.

It was never an important part of Mandalorian tradition to give jewellery as part of a promise, but he had seen the ring she wore in a necklace around her neck and she had told him how it belonged to her mother given by her father. He knew that coming back with an answer he had to prove it more than just words - he had to show her that despite needing more time before they could settle in any one place, he would be the man to give her that life.

But the second Din landed on Terra, he knew something was wrong. With the soles of his boot on the mossy ground and his hand raised to stop Grogu from climbing down any further, he scanned around him until he could find what was wrong.

There was almost so much wrong that Din had to grip the edge of the ladder to stop himself from keeling over with nausea. The moonlight felt dull, the wind howled when it was usually quiet, the grass was a lifeless kind of green… Everything had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge and his hand reaching for his blaster as the other tucked Grogu safely into the bag already hanging from his shoulder.

The walk to the farm was one he has done more times than he could count but he had never felt like this while doing it, never gripped his blaster and took each step with such care like he did as he rounded the last line of trees.

His heart was in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

Raiders - twelve of them dressed in black - circling the cottage like prey waiting to pounce. Some of them held ageing blasters, others simple sticks that had been whittled down to a sharp point, three of them held burning stakes that were flickering towards the thatched roof.

“Come out little witch,” one of them - the leader - snarled. He took one step towards the door, then another, and before Din could move he caught the glimmer of silver in the moonlight.

A blaster - his blaster that he had tucked between her mattress and wall and begged her - with her hands in his - to use if anyone caused trouble, was tucked in the corner of the window and aimed directly at the man.

“Don’t take another step,” she called back, her words steady to the ears of a stranger but laced with fear he had never heard before as someone who recalled the cadence of her voice every night before he slept.

The man took no heed, his boots crunching one more step before a red blast shot from the window and the man collapsed to a heap on the ground. Din turned as quickly as he could, setting the child behind a tree and pointing a shaking finger in his direction,

“Stay here. Don’t come out until I call for you.”

He only waited long enough for Grogu to cower back against the tree before Din took off running towards the blasts and fire that had erupted. He watched as she defended her home to no end, fighting off brutes twice - three times - her size as they tried to take hold with one now dragging her out of the cottage. Her eyes met his across the farm in shock, widening for a second long enough to be distracted as one of the men took an off-centre shot that grazed along her hand and forearm and she hissed at the burn.

The rage that flowed through Din was like none he felt before - not when he was a helpless child and his parents were murdered, not when he was a young man with more emotion than he knew what to do with, not when Grogu was taken and he felt more panic than rage. No, these men were fighting a losing battle as Din slashed through them and up the steps - these men who were trying to hurt the person who was more his than anyone in the universe. He tucked her behind him as he fought against the ten men left after he took down the one still on her porch to defend both her and the cottage.

She took down two with steady aims he had made her practice and Din easily took down the other eight with shots from the blaster and slices of the saber, but it was too late for the cottage. He gripped her wrist and tried to pull her down the steps, away from the flames engulfing her home as she beat at his arm and shoulder with a fist until she managed to slip free and race inside.

He bellowed her name, his foot barely over the threshold before she came running back out with a back tucked under her arm and her hand over her mouth as she coughed against the smoke. His hand wrapped around hers and he dragged her to the middle of the field, no matter how hard she tried to dig her heels in and turn back again.

By the time they reached the middle of the field - far enough away for him to deem them safe as he called out to the kid - he took her face in his hands and looked into the eyes where all life was seeming to drain from.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are-”

She waved him off, letting her bag fall to the ground and soon following it as she sat and stared on at the fire.

She sat in the middle of the field with Din and the child watching on behind her as the home she had built burned to ash. She had nothing but the small bag beside her, one she had the unnamed urgency to pack today.

It had some clothes, some medicine, some things that she held dear to her heart that perhaps were not the most practical weight to be adding to an already heavy bag. Everything else… She watched it burn until the sun began to rise and the smoke went with it. She watched it until the silent sobs gave way to steady to tears to the emptiness in the hollow of her chest that made her so tired there was nothing to do but collapse to the ground, letting sleep take over as Din called her name, shaking her shoulder to try and rouse her using a name he had only called her once before.

“Rion’nag.”

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