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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter IX

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Reunited and it feels so good

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), unsafe driving practices, p in v, fluff

Unfortunately, you can’t leave work early, so you’re pulling in the parking lot right as he’s walking out.

You barely get your car parked before you’re jumping out and Bob’s pulling you in his arms.

A choked sob escapes as he squeezes you against his chest. “God I missed you.” He says into your hair.

You pull back, rubbing your thumb under the cut on his cheek. “I missed you too”.

You hear familiar footsteps behind you and Bob releases you for Bradley to hug you next. You gush over Nat’s ring and pat Jake on the back. Penny calls out that anyone is welcome at their house for a few drinks. You’re desperate to get Bob alone, but you can wait until after.

Everyone starts to file out of the lot as you pick up Bob's duffle to put in your trunk. “Hey, hey, hey. I’ve got that.” He tsks, taking it from you. “Will you open the trunk?”

You nod and hit the button on your key fob. You fail to stile a yawn as he walks back around. “Want me to drive? You worked all day and I got a nap earlier.” He asks, holding his hand out for your keys.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I hate driving” you reply, placing them in his palm, and pull him in for a kiss. You deepen it, licking into his mouth as he groans. His hands cup your ass and pull you into him, rubbing his erection on your stomach. “I didn’t think you could get hotter, then I saw you in scrubs” he mumbles against your lips.

You pull back laughing. “Is that so? Got a little bit of a nurse kink? Do you need me to check your temperature? I take it the old-fashioned way…” you wink, pinching his butt before walking around to the passenger side.

You rest your hand on his inner thigh as shifts into drive. As soon as he’s out of the parking lot, your hand moves up to palm him. You lean over the console to kiss his jaw to his ear.

You unbutton his pants and pull him out. “I thought…aren’t you tired?” He stutters out, sighing as you stroke him.

“I just wanted you to drive,” you whisper against his ear, “so I could do this…” You duck your head and swallow him down.

“Ohhh. Sunny, fuck.” he groans lowly, steering with his left hand while his right grips your ponytail, pushing you a little farther down before pulling you up to repeat the motion.

“God, your mouth. Those pretty pouty lips you love to bite, that wicked tongue,” you flick your tongue against his frenulum causing him to inhale sharply. “That tongue is gonna get you in trouble someday”. You moan around him.

“I’m getting close” he pants out as you feel the car slow down for a yellow light. His body tenses suddenly and releases his tight grip on your ponytail. “Shit. Sunny, wait. There’s a cop behind us. Don’t move.”

Knowing they can’t see anything, you take him deeper into your mouth and he curses, but doesn’t stop you.

Your hand reaches to play with his balls as you bob up and then down again, a little deeper each time. You swallow around him while gently tugging on his sack and he cums with a drawn out groan.

You swallow it with a moan and he shivers, on the brink of overstimulation. His foot lets off the brake and you keep your head down, tucking him into his pants.

“Okay, you’re good,” he tells you as he turns right and the cop car continues straight.

“Holy shit…that was insane” he laughs after a beat. You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and laugh too.

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Bob calls Annie from the driveway while you run up to your apartment to grab Steve and change out of your scrubs.

He’s hangs up as you let Steve go at the bottom of the steps. Bob crouches down to greet him. “Steven! Hey buddy, I missed you. Were you good for mama—Miss Sunny?” You act like you didn’t hear that Freudian slip.

“He was such a good boy. Watered all the plants by the garage, protected me from a squirrel, but hid behind me when we passed a sketchy-looking seashell on our walk yesterday”.

“That is a good boy,” he gives him a few pats as he rises, holding the door open for you.

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Your face hurts from laughing as you and Bob head up to your apartment a few hours later. Amelia had a friend over and begged to let Steve stay with them.

Jake and Nat were heading home too. You had asked Bradley if he wanted to come up but he declined as he, Javy and Mickey were gonna hit the town and then crash at his place after, which was a relief, you didn't want him to be alone tonight.

You locked the door and went up behind Bob, gently wrapping your arms around his torso. “I feel gross. I hate getting into bed after the ER without a shower first. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah, a shower sounds good.”

You lead him to the bathroom and undress him slowly, pressing your lips to each bump and bruise you uncover. Thankfully it’s not as bad as you’d imagined. You turn the water on and undress yourself before getting in. You wash his hair and help him rinse it out to avoid soaking the sutures. He does yours next, and you melt as his fingers massage your scalp. You take turns washing each other too. It’s not sexual but is intimate.

“To bed?” You ask as you finish toweling off. He nods but you can tell he’s apprehensive.

“There’s no pressure. We don’t have to do anything, okay?” You tell him, ghosting your lips over his.

“I want to. So much.”

You smile and take him by the hand.

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You climb into bed and he crawls over you, leaning down for a kiss. You run your fingers gently over his chest, avoiding the bruises. You lightly pinch his nipples and are rewarded with a shudder and drips of precum on your stomach.

He trails down your neck with wet, open mouth kisses. He sucks a nipple into his mouth before softly biting, while his fingers pinch the other. You whimper and run your fingers into his hair. He teases you into a frenzy until you’re begging him for relief. “Just returning the favor, since you like teasing me so much” he murmurs against your tummy as he finally obliges and continues his journey south.

He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit without warning, causing your back to arch and fingers to tighten in his hair. He eats you out like a man starved, using his chin, lips, tongue, and nose. You watch him devour you; eyes closed, ass clenching as he ruts into the mattress. “Sososoclose” you whimper.

He moans as he grabs your ass to pull your hips closer, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. You cry out, fingers tugging at his hair as the pleasure rolls over you. He laps at you gently as you come down. “I could stay here forever” he mumbles against your thigh, placing a final gentle kiss to your clit. He chuckles as you jolt and then kisses his earlier path up your body.

You pick your head up to meet him for a kiss as he settles his hips between your legs.

“Waitwaitwait, do you have any condoms? I’m sorry, I didn’t think to pack any.” He asks, voice strained.

“I think I do. But I’m on the pill, and I’m clean…I got tested after I found Derek cheating. I haven’t been with anyone since. So we don’t need one unless you want one, which is okay too.”

He shakes his head “No, it’s okay. I trust you.”

Your hand snakes between you two and he hisses when you grip his erection and drag his head through your arousal for lubrication, catching him on your entrance. “Ready?”

He nods. “I’m ready”.

He leans down to kiss you again, arms sliding under you. He flexes his hips and slowly begins to push into you.

You gasp against his lips. “Ohh God, you’re big”.

He shudders and tucks his head into your neck as he pulls out to push in again, deeper this time. “Christ Sunny, you feel amazing,” he pants, pulling back once more before burying himself fully.

He waits, trembling but giving you a second to his size before moving again. He groans out praises as he thrusts into you in a slow rhythm, his tip kissing your g-spot each time. “So tight and perfect. Fuckkkk you take it so well.”

You mewl, hands running down his back to grab his ass, pulling him against you so his pubic bone rubs your clit. “I can’t-I’m gonna…cum“ he grits out, trying to hold on, but you’re already there.

You cry out as your back arches. Your pussy tightens around him like a vice and he cums inside you with a low groan.

He rolls off you, pulling you with him to lay on his chest. His heart is racing under your ear. Yours is too.

“That was…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

“Yeah. That was.” he chuckles breathlessly.

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He holds you as you trace the ridges of his abs You break the comfortable silence after a few minutes. “Bob?”

“Yeah, Sun?”

“Do you remember what you said yesterday? Before you hung up? You ask.

“Yeah, I—“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Because…I do too. I know you probably said it out of habit and I know it’s too soon, but I’ve never felt like this before,” you pick up your head to look at him, “You let me be myself, you encourage it actually. You’re so kind, loving, selfless, observant…I just—I don’t know. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you.”

He stares at you with an unreadable expression. Oh fuck, said too much too soon.

“I’m sorry, that was…a lot. It’s okay if you don’t feel—“

He stops you with a kiss and pulls you on top of him. “No…I feel it too. I realized I was in love with you when I deployed. It felt like I left part of myself behind. I was planning on keeping it to myself for a while until I was sure you felt the same, but my subconscious had other ideas,” he chuckles.

“I love the way you brighten every room you enter, how you listen so intently when people talk to you—you make them feel like what they’re saying is important, which is really nice when someone is quiet or shy like me. I love that you’re there for Bradley, and Jake, and Natasha, and I just love you” he finishes, a blush staining his cheeks.

Tears (once again) are steaming from your eyes as you lean in to kiss him.

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Bob was insatiable.

You’d always thought that ‘making love’ was just another term for having sex.

The way he said so much without saying a word while he touched, teased, and fucked you showed you just how wrong you were.

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Alrightttttt. I’m wrapping this one up and will be starting Bradley’s story next. I will likely come back to write more smut for Sunny and Bob too.

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#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #aint no sunshine when she’s gone

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spookyveggies · 1 month

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Seems like an overwhelming majority would like to see some FOB synesthesia lyric/song title art so I’d like to officially say that the ask box is open!!!

Send in your favorite song title or lyric (~6 words max pls) and I’ll make art of it with the palette!!! It’ll be first come first serve, and I’ll take my time with the pieces cuz I’d like them to be perfect and also I don’t want to burn out on such a cool project :3 I’m excited to see your favorites!

Love you all!!! <3

#fall out boy #fob fanart #fob #patrick stump #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #grapheme color synesthesia #synesthesia #spookyveggies #thanks pete

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milligramspoison · 8 months

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Diary of shit that’s happened to MCR blogs the last few weeks

(Pls don’t take this as any proof or confirmation of MCR5 or anything, this is just an overview of shit that’s happened on here the last few weeks)

First set of anonymous asks regarding MCR (also some FOB) and 2024 sent to multiple blogs on October 3rd (x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Ask about new MCR music on October 4th

Announcement red alert ask on October 5th

Asks about who we want to see open for MCR also on October 5th (x, x)

Asks about where we want MCR to go on October 18th (x, x, x)

Asks sent in morse code, which translated into roman numerals on October 20th (x, x, x)

Asks sent upside down and in latin also on October 20th (x, x, x, x, x)

Random ass ask about EST?? But @psychotic-gerard suggested that we add this to this weird collection so here we are (ty for this tho!!) (this also happened on October 20th lol)

No, I don’t think this is MCR doing this. Yes, they are cryptic, but I don’t think they’d take their crypticness to tumblr and dump it in the inboxes of random MCR fans.

The troll behind these anonymous asks does have a very clever brain, though.

#apologies for getting this up so late #pls let me know if i’ve missed anything #i’ll add to it if more random ass shit happens #my chemical romance #my chem #mcr

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princewardo · 2 years

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mina / soggymulder / @[email protected] / abrandnewboom / princewardo on ao3

grown ups only thanks. terfs, swerfs, kids and puriteens can SWERVE pls

let’s save time - just block me and continue on your journey towards self-enlightenment!

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you can find over 60 fics by me on ao3. i'm also slowly crossposting them to squidgeworld archive and my dreamwidth community just in case.

i write [insert fictional problematic topic you hate here] in [insert problematic fandom here] & I can’t even begin to tell you how pathetic I find fictional content policing

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looking for the TSN dropbox back up archive? don't worry; i gotchu. click here for access to deleted tsn fic from over the years. if you're looking for something specific i MIGHT have it.

my fandoms

The Social Network (various ships but nearly exclusively bottom Wardo)

Alex Rider (yalex exclusively)

My Chemical Romance & emo bandom (fob, tbs, SP, more)

BTS (in the chillest & most nc17 of ways)

Smallville (Clex ft. top Lex (❁´◡`❁) )

SHINee (I’m currently describing this as ‘therapy’ don’t ask)

I love other stuff you’ll see here too but I don’t write for many fandoms.

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27-royal-teas · 1 year

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im gonna controversially rank every fall out boy album (writing this i am realizing HOW fucking obsessed i am with this band holy shitttttt) just for funsies and pls dont attack me these are just my opinions!!! I love all the albums there are just some I like more than others open minds open arms yk

8.) take this to your grave

Hey i know im aware its a classic but im just not a huge fan. All the songs kind of sound the same, this is true for any first album i think, especially from this time period (for instance. All time low i love you to death but put up and shut up just wasnt IT for me). its still a really good album!!! but like. Ive also only listened to saturday and grand theft autumn off of it so i guess im not much one to talk. I definitely need to give this album another try when i get the time! It’s just kind of difficult for me to listen to. Like reading lord of the rings. Everyone says it’s a classic and it’s amazing but it’s fucking DIFFICULT to get through

7.) american beauty/american psycho

Its ranked this low simply because its kind of too mainstream. There are, of course, tons of bangers (see: twin skeletons, favorite record, fourth of july) but yeah. I do end up skipping a lot of the songs on this album just cause they were really overplayed, but ive forcibly distanced myself from the more overplayed songs enough that an occasional relisten wont make me want to rip my ears off. Still a good album, (none of these are BAD ALBUMS by any means, just,,, not my favorite)

6.) save rock and roll

Best way to come back from the dead imo. I love this album. I listened to it with the commentary queued before each song and it really did enhance the whole thing by listening to them discuss the meaning behind each one. Not a huge fan of ALL the features- i like all the songs and i wont skip most of them but i just dont really like courtney loves feature tbh shes kind of off the beat in her verse and my brain doesnt like it but other than that its a really good album. Also the youngblood chronicles have my entire heart on a plate istg

5.) from under the cork tree

I love this album i really do!! There are just other albums i like MORE. its a fantastic album full of fantastic songs (Our Lawyer and I Slept With Someone being my two favorites besides the obvious) and so many have really just become huge milestones in pop punk and emo music as we know it. This album was fucking INFLUENTIAL and really changed the entire music industry as a whole. How can you not love it??

4.) MANIA

Ah, mania, my musical wife. I love her so. I love this album so much, I don’t understand why it gets so much hate. Sure its different but i like different. It feels like there was a lot of love put into this album idk. Also there are no skips for me on this one (except for Hold Me Tight or Don’t, depending on what mood im in- ever since I found out Joe never plays guitar in that song at all it’s kind of changed my whole view of it). It really does bring to life how close the links are between music, how they’re not so far apart after all, how we can bridge the gap and make something purposeful and new.

3.) so much (for) stardust

This was my first album cycle as a fan and i am having a marvelous time. I feel like partly because of that its ranked so high, but i love this album to death. No skips, except maybe flu game. Loved the resurgence of pete’s slam poetry and i really do think that the orchestral arrangements brought it all together. Overall sm(f)s is a great album and im glad it was my first with them

2.) infinity on high

I seriously love this album SO much. however i do recommend watching the video for carpal tunnel of love. i think it ruined me. It’s absolutely horrifying but everyone should have the experience of being absolutely horrified by a fall out boy video at least once. Either way, great album and Hum Hallelujah is one of my favorite songs by fob. Everything on it is just so well made

1 ) folie a deux

I mean what else can i say? Its, in my opinion, the best fall out boy album of them all. The craftsmanship feels like someone really put their heart and soul into it. There is some delicate care within these walls. What A Catch makes me cry every time. My friends have heard me talk about 27 enough. Tiffany Blews is incredible. It’s just,, so FULL. idk

In conclusion you really can’t go wrong with any of fobs albums!!!! They are all hella bangers !!! Incredible masterpieces!!!! If you haven’t listened to any I highly recommend!!!!!

#fall out boy #fob #tttyg #futct #mania #infinity on high #srar #smfs #sm(f)s #ab/ap #Folie a deux #Toby speaks

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infintyonhigh · 2 years

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i wouldn’t say joe and patrick’s fruity moments were just joe though… remember when fob were doing a radio interview post hiatus and patrick stood by the fact that he tongue kissed joe but joe interrupted him like “sorry but i straight up don’t remember that happening”😭

HELLO? I DONT?? Nonnie, anyone, pls send me a link to this i need to see it!! I'm thinking of that interview where petes like 'joe and patrick will have to kiss' and patrick is like 'sure c'mere joe let me, mister i will kill pete if he breathes in my direction, pretend to give u a smooch right here right now'. Idk if thats the one u mean but ur right, how could i downplay jt's irresistible swag

#anonymous #answered

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florida-kiilos · 1 year

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tagged by @stardustbbyx

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

last song: sick hearts - the used

last show: the last new tv show i watched was glee?😭 or sons of anarchy?, but if this is asking show like concert then it was the btr reunion tour…🤭 and 5sos like the week before

currently watching: rewatching the walking dead for the 5th time 😻 but other than that i haven’t started a NEW show recently so i guess we’ll see what happens after i finish twd

currently reading: i meannn the last book i started reading was misery by stephen king but it’s been a while since i’ve actually continued reading it because school SUCKS

current obsession: mcr, the used, fob, the walking dead, ummm fanfiction?😭, coffee :))

@stardustbbyx @stumpomatic-blog @partypoisonzz @hurricaneheatinmyhead @lovecansaveyou this isn’t 9 people but i don’t have a lot of mutuals on tumblr 😭 i promise i’m nice i want more friends pls!!🥺🥺

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barzzlocks · 2 years

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How to Fix Your Remote Car Key

New technologies improve our lives. However, these improvements almost always come at a cost. Cable television gave us many more channels, but our TV viewing was no longer free. And, our electronic car keys are no exception to this rule. They offer many conveniences we really enjoy. Isn’t it nice to have doors that unlock themselves when your hands are full? And, it’s heaven to start your car from inside your home on a cold winter day! So, what’s the cost? The key will eventually malfunction. These electronic keys are expensive to replace, so you may want to try to repair your broken car key instead.

Confirm the Key is the Problem The first thing you want to do is make sure the problem really is a broken car key. Maybe the key is fine, but the receiver inside the car is damaged. The easiest way to do this is to use another remote key. If the second key operates the locks and other functions, then the problem is with the first key. If the second key also doesn’t work, then the problem may be with the car itself, and not the remote key, at all. Also, check to see if any of the buttons work. If none of them do, then the problem is probably the battery. If some buttons work, but others don’t, then the problem is probably with the switches themselves.

Change the Battery A dead battery is the most common reason for a car key that doesn’t work. To change the battery, you will have to open the key fob and remove the bad battery. Be careful when you open it, because if the problem is loose contacts, these very small parts can fall out and be difficult to find! The battery is a flat silver disc. Remove it and look at the code. An example of a battery code is CR2025. Make sure you buy a new battery with the exact same code. Install the new battery. If the key works again, then the problem is solved. If not, you’ll need to look further.

Check the Button Contacts Sometimes, a broken car key is caused by buttons that wear down inside the key fob. The buttons are rubbery, but inside, there is an electricity-conducting material that can wear away. One way to fix this is by placing tiny pieces of aluminium foil inside the buttons. This pads the area inside the worn buttons with metal, which conducts electricity, and may restore contact between the buttons and the circuit board. If this doesn’t solve the problem, then the actual switches inside the key may have come loose.

Check the Inside SMT Switches This is why we said earlier to be careful when opening up the fob. If there is a loose switch inside, you want to have it to reattach it in place. If you lose the switch, you can go online to find an SMT switch that will work. Look for one that matches the other switches on your circuit board. This will require a soldering iron and solder, so it helps if you are comfortable with the soldering process. Once you have soldered the switch properly in place, the button should work again.

Replace the Key If worse comes to worst, and you have changed the battery, confirmed that the buttons are in good shape, and determined that all your switches are in place, you may have to replace the key. It happens! If that’s the case, the best place to get a car key replacement is an automotive locksmith. Automotive locksmiths do this for a living. They replace car keys every day, so they have the replacement keys in stock, and they are experts at cutting and programming them.

We can help you cut and program your car keys in no time, below are the details to reach us.

CONTACT INFO: ADDRESS: 30 Howard Pl #1, Kitchener, ON N2K 2Z4, Canada PHONE: +1 2268994427 EMAIL: [email protected] WORKING DAYS/HOURS: Mon-Sun / 9:00 AM - 8:00 PM

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jetstargf · 3 years

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hi i’m milo i’m 23 my pronouns are they/them and at any given moment i’m thinking about jet star

-rayrardgirl (genderless)

- sideblog for dc content is @ssuperboys , catholicism sideblog is @stmagdelene , post limit jail is @rayrardpilled .

- “multi fandom” i guess. i post whatever i want. blacklist tags if u don’t want to see it. currently it’s mostly mcr/fob + bandom w a sprinkling of game of thrones and mtv teenwolf

- i post adult content on occasion (mostly just in tags) - if u aren’t comfortable dont interact .

- i do not follow back if u are a minor or don’t have ur age listed.

- i spam reblogs jet star gifs semi regularly. idgaf if it annoys u theres an unfollow button

- if we are not mutuals pls do not talk to me in tags or replies (by name or url). i know its p normal for most ppl, however it is a problem for me.

- related to above: if u are uncomfortable with me doing that bc we arent mutuals, please let me know in dms, asks, or tags/replies. i have a hard time keeping track of who is and isn’t my mutual (tumblr doesnt make it easy for me to figure out!) and sometimes will mess up on that.

- dm me if u need something tagged. i will, no questions asked. the only thing i actively tag is “abuse tw” when talking about my issues, and “trauma posting” on reblogs sometimes. likewise, please extend that courtesy to me if i dm u and ask u to tag something.

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mudhornchronicles · 3 years

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that cantina | din djarin

^ not my gif

pairing: din djarin x f!bartender reader

warnings: sexual themes and outfits, cursing, adult thots...

fic inspired by this post by @flightlessangelwings

a/n: this is my first time publishing on tumblr and writing about my beloved tin can. so pls bare with me. also pls enjoy the read + the little divider thing i just made and s/o to @jangohshit for the awesome url

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As she picks up her 50 owed credits and wipes away the watery rims on the streaky mahogany bar top left by a patron’s 6th glass of cold spotchka, she commends the Dug’s ability to walk out of the cantina without crashing onto the floor. Dugs may be small and slender, but Maker can they hold their liquor. With the amount of people in the stuffy, ill-lit cantina, she would expect the Dug to bump into something or someone in his alcohol-driven state.

Unfortunately for her, she did not get to see the amusing sight. Instead, she began to sense the sudden feeling of being watched. She discreetly scopes out the cantina and is immediately met with the intimidating figure and intense stare from a very familiar beskar helmet. She smirks over at the Mandalorian and give a slight nod to guide him over to her side of the risqué cantina.

This cantina in particular, located in the outskirts of Canto Bight, was known for the racy atmosphere once you stepped through the door. Many cantinas liked to keep it simple and vintage with a bar top, tables, and space to walk through. This specific cantina was not that. Whether you were looking to have a drink and observe the bartenders clad in lingerie or pay and party with ladies of the night, everyone knew this cantina as that cantina.

She met him about 3 cycles ago. He was looking for a Gungan gone rogue and his tracking fob led him to Canto Bight. When he had asked about the bounty to people in the city, they all told him that he’d find the bounty at that cantina. He began to get frustrated, but then he saw her. As she walked to work, she’d caught his eye. He walked over to her and she smiled at him. Mando had never had someone just smile at him, and Maker did her smile ignite something in him. She walked with him to the cantina with her walking in first and him following minutes later. When she caught his eye again, it was for a very different reason.

The worn leather bustier she wore emphasized her chest so much that Mando had to make sure his visor was not distorting the image in front of him. She wore a yellow and black plaid skirt and some heels whose laces wound up to her knee. He knew she was beautiful, but then he noticed the insincere smile she wore as she worked behind the bar. This job was supposed to be in and out – quick and simple. But meeting her made him want to let the bounty enjoy his 2,000 credits he just spent on a Pantoran lady. When he landed the first time, he told himself he’d never come back to that weird place. Yet, here he is again for what feels like the thousandth time.

She turns around to face the inside of the worn-down bar and adjusts her breasts in her obsidian-colored corset. She always wanted to look her best for her favorite client. She grabs a clean glass of water and turns back around to lean on the counter. All because she is the Mandalorian best view in the place, or at least that is what he's told her.

“Me'vaar ti gar,” he coldly says to her.

She looks into his visor with a stern look. “Naas.”

A lighthearted sound comes out the beskar helmet as he lightly taps the counter and takes a seat. “Kandosii!”

“Don’t know what that means, but what will it be today, Mando? Business or pleasure?” She winks at him while his visor is set on her face. She doesn’t know that the man behind the visor has been in cantina for an hour prior to his approach just looking at the woman he can’t seem to shake off.

“There has never been pleasure, mesh’la. Just business,” he calmly says. She shrugs and passes him the glass of water.

“Never hurts to ask, right? Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,” she says jokingly. “So, tell me. What bounty are you looking for now? I can’t confirm or deny that I have any information for you tonight, but there was a suspicious Twi'lek that came in about an hour ago. He’s on the other side of the bar.”

He looks towards the green Twi’lek and nods. He puts the glass aside and gives her a once over. “When did you get that corset? Last time I was here, you had a purple one. The one with the lace trimming and black ties in the back.” She smiles and looks down. He remembers, she thought.

“It started to get worn down so I sold it for 25 credits. Better than nothing, but do you like it? I just bought it with the credits you oh so greatly left me the last time.” She lightly taps his gloved hand resting on the counter. “What did you say when you left it? Think of it as a tip for your information and all I told you was that there was no Rodian,” she laughs. A modulated chuckle leaves his helmet as he looks at the other bartenders in the place. All in lingerie, more revealing than hers. Although she was wearing a corset, which covered most of her torso, her legs were very exposed. A sight Mando forcibly had to rip away from every time he was here. His mind wandered every time.

The thought of running his bare fingers along the bottom of her smooth legs to the top of her supple thighs.

The thought of how they’d feel wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to her as he fills her with the feelings he can’t verbally express to her yet.

The thought of her thighs pressing the sides of his head as he ea-

He is ripped out of the less than innocent daydream as she’s waving her hand in front of his visor. “Mandooooo. You in there?” His line of tinted vision focuses back onto her smiling face, the smile that haunts his dreams. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She shakes her head and smirks. “I said if you need any information on a bounty! I have a client who wants me to join his little “get together” and is paying a good amount, so I don’t have much time.” She nudges her head up to a balcony set up in the cantina where other ladies are dancing for a group of Weequays.

He looks up and looks back at her. “How much ae they paying for you to waste your time with him?” She smirks and raises her eyebrow at the warrior in front of her.

“You jealous?”

“Jii, dala,” he warns.

She pouts and crosses her arms, which, in Mando’s eyes, only accentuates her chest. “No fair. You haven’t taught me that, yet.”

He sighs. He straightens up and leans a bit forward toward her. “Cyare, how much is he paying for you to go up there?”

She looks at his visor and feels as if she can look into the eyes of her beloved warrior. She looks back down at her hands. “3,000.”

“Dank farrik,” he whispers to himself. He looks down into his belt and counts the credits he currently has. A grand total of 1,400. He knows he can’t out-do 3,000 credits. He still must go out and get The Child and himself some supplies. They can’t survive on the old ration packs he had for emergency purposes.

Truthfully, she doesn’t want to go up there either. She was already given a new “uniform” by the Toydarian cantina owner for the night. A brown leather bra, black lace panties, black ripped stockings, and, weirdly enough, a pair of old brown boots. Weequays know nothing of fashion she thought to herself. As much as she knows Weequays can get touchy, she knows she can’t say no. She’s getting 1000 of those credits. A 33% share is a rare occurrence for Toydarians and she needs those credits if she wants to eat and have a roof over her head. She looks back at her Mandalorian and decides to lighten the mood.

“So do you like it or not?”

He turns and looks back at her. “Like what?”

She does a slow spin with the smile that can melt Hoth. “The outfit you bought me!”

“It’s nice,” he simply says, still not okay with her upcoming shift.

She abruptly stops and pouts. “Nice? I won’t be getting tips with a nice outfit, Mando. What if I unbutton the top buttons?” She goes to unbutton her corset and takes a step back when Mando suddenly grabs her hand to halt her actions.

“No.” He looks at her hand in his hand loosens his grip, but her hand remains in his. “I- I meant that you look nice in it. Not nice as in cute nice, but nice as in you look…” He stops speaking and looks at her. “You look… you look incredible. Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you at his arm.”

She feels almost giddy inside, as if her elementary school crush finally came up to say hello followed by her name. She looked at her hand in his as she felt a light blush form across her cheeks. “You really think so?”

Before he could answer, the aforementioned Toydarian cantina owner flies over to her all the while yelling her name. She immediately let go of her Mandalorian’s hand and acknowledges her boss. He begins yelling at her for not yet changing for her appointment with the Weequay group and she notices the beskar covered warrior tense. Mando stands and faces the Toydarian and begins to speak, but is cutoff by her.

“Don’t worry, boss. I was just wrapping up this client’s order. I’m going. You’ll get your 2000 credits.” She begins to push her boss away.

“You better make them happy. They’ve got loose pockets.” The Toydarian suddenly grabs her chin “If they say jump, you say how high. You got-“ She follows his gaze over to her Mandalorian, only to see him pointing a blaster at the Toydorian’s head.

“She’s going to do what she’s comfortable doing, you got that?”

Her boss chuckles and shakes his head at the bounty hunter. “She’s going to do what is going to make me money.”

She tries to interfere, but the bounty hunter grabs her boss by his face’s trunk. “Listen here, you oversized Kowakian. They aren’t going to touch her and she’s going to do her job. That’s it.” She tries to convince Mando to let the small creature go, but the warrior wasn’t done. “If I hear she was uncomfortable in even the slightest, it’s your trunk on my wall. Do you understand?” All she saw was her boss frantically nod in agreement and fly away as soon as Mando let go. She looks over at the Mandalorian she has grown to harbor deep feelings for.

“What the hell was that!”

He slides his blaster back into its holster and places some credits on the counter, more than what an untouched glass of water costs.

“You’re going to do your job and so am I. You see the biggest Weequay in the group?” she looks over and nods.

He activates the tracking puck, revealing that the Weequay leader was coincidentally his bounty. “Stars, Mando! If you are catching him, then why are you so worried about me going up there?” He looks over to her and shrugs.

“Why would I want you to be in that position?”

She smiles at him and lightly gives her own shrug. She checks the time and takes the still untouched glass of water. “Well Mando, it was nice to see you again. Should I expect you in the next couple of rotations?”

“Possibly.”

She lets out a small laugh and she takes the credits for the water, leaving the rest. Before he can protest, she catches him by surprise with her departing choice of words. “You know Mando, sometimes I think you might love me.” With that she laughs and waves a goodbye as she walks away to ready herself for the Weequays.

He watches her leave and his eyes direct themselves to her behind. Those small shorts that leave little to the imagination as they shape the swells of her ass beautifully. He is a man after all. He smiles to himself as he recalls her previous statement. He lets out a small chuckle as he stands to scope his bounty. “Yeah… might.”

mando’a translations:

Me'vaar ti gar [Meh-VAR tee-GAR] = How are you? (Lit. What’s new with you?)

Naas [nahs] = Good (Lit. Nothing)

per mandoa.org “Me'vaar ti gar = How are you? (Lit: what's new with you?) Can also be used to ask a soldier for a sitrep. If a Mando asks you this, they expect an answer; it's literal.. The response for *I'm fine thanks,* is *Naas.* (Literally - nothing. )”

Kandosii! [Kan-DOH-see] = Nice one! Wicked! Well done!

Mesh’la [MAYSH`lah] = beautiful

Jii [gee] = Now

Dala [DAH-lah] = Woman

Cyare [SHAH-ray] = beloved

tags:

@flightlessangelwings @din-damn-djarin

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #that cantina #star wars

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milligramspoison · 11 months

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I probably won’t be seeing the rest of them show tonight FOB pls don’t do anything too crazy

#fobvirginiabeach #fob #fall out boy

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buckybarnesbabydoll · 3 years

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Lost and Found: Chapter 2

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Warning(s): none <3

Word count: 2,000+

Summary: You teach the Mandalorian how to ride a blurrg, and you have a strange dream after he's gone...

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Note(s): i hope you guys enjoy this next part! i'm new to writing fanfics so pls go easy on me <3 I might try to make this a little bit of a slow burn fic too, also this part is now posted on my ao3!

The following day, you stood behind the ropes of the circle where you tame blurrgs. The Mandalorian has been trying to ride the same blurrg that attacked him the day before. He’s been trying since early morning and judging by the placement of the sun, as well as his groans in frustration, he hasn’t made a lot of progress. Kuiil was watching from inside the tent for a little bit, before leaving the rest to you so he could work on another one of his projects. You had your hood pulled over your head to keep the sun from beating down on you, leaning on one of the poles while you watched this hopeless lesson.

One arm resting on the wooden cylinder, while the other absentmindedly fiddled with the necklace you had on. It was a simple leather rope that was wrapped around a crystal. You found it interesting how that crystal became your favorite color, or perhaps your favorite color was because of the crystal. The only thing you knew about it was that you’ve had it since you were a baby, never being away from it. Even taking it off for a second made you feel vulnerable. At this point it was a part of you, the only thing binding you to your past, which was still muddled in smoke and mirrors.

Hearing the blurrg squawk and growl brought you back to the mess in front of you. You tried teaching the Mandalorian the same way Kuiil showed you how to ride, but now you’re learning that maybe everyone learns a little differently… It wasn’t that he wasn’t able to mount the creature, it’s that it wouldn’t let him stay on. Throwing him off at any attempt or scurrying away to different parts of the circle, it’s been a bit of a goose chase to watch. You couldn’t blame it though, he did try to burn it alive, or so that’s what Kuiil told you when he found the Mandalorian. But you had to admit, seeing a Mandalorian, who were revered for their strength in battle, get thrown around like a ragdoll was a little funny.

After getting bucked off into the dirt for the umpteenth time that day, the armored man exclaimed a ‘Dank Farrik!’ and stood up. Almost stomping towards you in a fed-up cadence with his arms swinging from irritation. You could almost perfectly imagine his expression underneath that helmet.

“Alright, this isn’t working. Do you have a speeder bike or anything else I can use to get there? I’ll pay you,” the modulation didn’t hide any of his feelings either, you bit your lip to keep from chuckling at his suffering.

“Sorry, we don’t have anything like that,” you swore he rolled his eyes under that helmet, unable to believe there wasn’t any other form of transportation besides those oversized land piranhas. “Perhaps try approaching it more… gently.” The silver helmet looked at you again, a brief silence before repeating you.

“Gently?” There was a slightly incredulous tone to the question. He’s been trying almost every method all morning, sowhywasn’tanythingworking.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “your methods are too blunt for it. It’s scared,” you gestured to the blurrg that was pacing on the other side of the circle.

“Scared of what? It attacked me,” you shrugged in response, looking at the distorted reflection of yourself on the beskar.

“At least try and approach more passively.” He sighed, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to try it your way. It was something different after trying forever. The Mandalorian moved closer to the blurrg, holding up his hands with his palms facing towards the creature. The blurrg started to act anxious again, watching his movements. But he gently shushed the creature, displaying his body language as less threatening as he scooted closer.

As the blurrg seemed to further relax, he quickly grabbed the reins and got up on its back again. You held your breath as you watched him climb up, and as the moments passed the creature seemed to start walking around like normal again. You cheered a little bit, since this was the first time you’ve taught someone how to ride a blurrg, you weren’t exactly sure how it was going to turn out. Fortunately, your first (and hopefully, last) attempt at teaching was a success. Thankfully, he didn’t die!

“Alright! Now let’s get you to your bounty!”

After the success of the Mandalorian learning how to ride a blurrg, you promptly hopped on yours to guide the way, where his bounty was waiting for him. You rode through the desert planet, hopping over fissures in the ground and riding across large swaths of cracked mud. You found it sort of fascinating how the cracks sometimes appeared hexagonal, how something so monotonous could be interesting to you, you’d never know. Again, it was hard to find a lot interesting on this desert planet. Your mind drifted off to different places on your ride there since the bounty hunter you were guiding was a man of few words. Well, at least when he wasn’t frustrated. You didn’t know a whole lot about Mandalorians, but you were sure you’d probably never know since he’s most likely going to die trying to get his bounty. They always did.

You rode up to the location of the Mandalorian’s bounty, the spot used to be a small town where you would visit and play in the fountain in the middle. Once a month there used to be different festivals for the various alien cultures that lived there filled with music and life. You’d walk around to the colorful vendors full of tasty food and pretty trinkets, always asking Kuiil for something from them. You didn’t have a whole lot, so those days he would always spoil you sick with anything you wanted. The resurfaced memory is fuzzy and warm, but things have changed now since it was taken over by raiders and pirates. It was never the same and it hurt to see something that special be ruined so quickly.

“This is it, whatever you’re looking for, it’s in there,” you tilted your head in the direction of the town. Or at least what was left of it. The Mandalorian took out his fob, holding it in the direction of the abandoned town. The quiet beeping increased over the ride to the spot, showing you had taken him to the right place.

“Thank you,” he said, nodding to you. You glanced over and noticed he was handing out a small pouch to you, but you shook your head in rejection. “Please, you’ve helped me a lot.” He reinforced the statement by urging the pouch your way again. The offer was nice, you’ve never encountered a bounty hunter quite like this one.

“That’s kind of you, but the only payment I need is seeing this area cleaned out of them,” you looked back at the territory a little solemnly. “Things… haven’t been the same since they arrived, but no one has managed to get rid of them yet.”

“...Then why help me?” He folded one hand over his wrist, holding the reins in the lower hand. It made sense why you were so patient to help him out, perhaps this place meant more to you than he knew. You paused to consider your answer.

“I’ve never met a Mandalorian, I’ve only lived here my entire life so all I know is the stories my father told me,” you mused, “if they’re correct, then this shouldn’t be too hard for you.” You start turning the blurrg before pausing, a hint of amusement on your face, “Not to mention, it was fun seeing you get bullied by that blurrg. Good luck!” You giggled to yourself, riding away as he shook his head. His face was definitely burning just a little bit from the memory of that display.

You took your time riding back, the Mandalorian still on your mind. Even though you got a ways away, the sound of blasters being shot reached you. Taking a minute to listen, it took a little bit before it went quiet again. That’s how it usually was, you’d bring them to the quarry, they would go off and get in a shootout, and you’d never see them again. You sighed, shaking your head. You wanted to have hope for the Mandalorian, but hopefulness won’t keep him from getting killed by a blaster shot.

“Well, at least now I know I can teach the next one how to ride a blurrg,” you shrugged to yourself, riding off back home. As you rode away into the desert, in the dust of an ended firefight the Mandalorian stood, gazing down at a small, green child in a floating pram. A child that would change both of your lives.

You arrived back home a little before nightfall, leading your blurrg back into her area before closing it off again. You pulled your hood off and sighed as the cool air drifted through your hair, the cool breeze felt nice on your scalp. Kuiil walked over to the entrance of the tent, holding two containers of water in his hand.

“Do you think this is the one?” You glanced over at your adoptive father, taking a drink he offers to you.

“I am not sure, we will find out in a few days,” he tilted his head to the side in uncertainty. “Do you think this is the one?” You shrugged at the question, taking a swig from the container. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to make it, but with no one else making it back it was kind of hard to think anything else except that. “I’d like to think so. It would be cool to say I know a Mandalorian that didn’t immediately die after meeting him,” the Ugnaught snorted at your reasoning. “And… I don’t know, he just seems.. different. I don’t know if I can explain it.” Perhaps it was the slowly increasing need for change in your life, but you knew what you felt.

At least that’s what you thought.

The rest of the evening passed by without anything else eventful happening, but before you went to sleep you found yourself still wondering what happened to the Mandalorian. Perhaps he was dead, but oh well. You’d get your answer in a few days. Accepting the fate of your brief acquaintance, you let your eyes close and peacefully drifted off to sleep. You dreamt of the desert, the imagery moving over the sand to the location of the small town you used to frequent as a child. However, it wasn’t the nostalgic memory you were used to, it simply showed the current state of the town. But the movement didn’t stop there, you were slowly guided through the town, the echoes of laughter and cheer, of your childhood, bounced around until you entered the main building.

It was dark inside, the only source of light was the sun pouring in from the windows and entrances. Your heart wanted to wander around, to relive those fond memories. Relive moments when you weren’t worried about bounty hunters or mercenaries coming through your home and making you feel a little more on edge. But something drew you away from those thoughts. There was the slight tugging in the back of your mind, almost like a small string pulling you in a different direction until you saw what could be the source. You apprehensively approach a white, spherical floating object. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought it was a baby pram. Until it popped open, showing two green ears poking out from underneath.

You tilted your head in wonder, seeing something small start to peek out from underneath the blanket it was in. But you couldn’t get a good look at it, the face was blurred for some reason. It all felt… foggy. Despite the low visibility, you felt your hand lift a little to hold your finger out towards the small thing, wiggling it a little bit. It reached out a three-clawed hand at you, right as its hand wrapped around your finger, you woke up.

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