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angelkhi · 11 months

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remodel- j.m

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: joel is tasked with remodelling your kitchen, but he seems to forget he isn't being payed for his down time.

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), i guess it's kinda public idk it happens outside, teasing, some very cliche shit soz, mentions of boring construction stuff, mentions of alcohol (like one beer), hair pulling, spanking, brief fingering, p in v, heavy petting, age gap (reader is like 25, joel is old as fuck), pet names (pretty girl, darlin, angel), kinda mean joel in parts, praise, overstimulation, use of the words slut / whore, creampie?? kay that's it bye go touch grass.

word count: 2.6k

a little note: do contractors even fit kitchens??? idk. this has nothing to do with the fact that i'm about to have a kitchen remodel at home shush. or the fact that I just finished uni leave me alone. Once again this is some nasty shit that isn’t beta’d no one look at me. (i’m thinking of opening up requests for headcanons??? let me know what you think)

(gif credit: @kpfun <3)

The sun beats down on her skin, the fine mist from the sprinklers cooling her slightly, it was almost perfect. Another loud bang drifts through the open kitchen doors and she opens her eyes for a moment, raising her head to glance at the man currently tearing the kitchen apart.

It had been three days so far, of constant banging and drilling and deep curse words from Joel Miller. From the crack of dawn til her dad came home later in the evening, he worked. Part of her admired his work ethic, the other part not so much just wanting a relaxing weekend whilst the weather held up.

She hears the drill stop right on cue, the clank of beers in the makeshift fridge follows, and Joel steps out into the garden. She hears his shuffling footsteps, pretending she doesn't notice him coming over, waiting until his looming figure blocks out the sun. He holds out a beer, cap already popped off. It's the same routine he'd picked up a few days ago, her outside in a bathing suit, him working until the early afternoon where he takes a break, sipping his beer from the porch and not so subtly staring at her.

Only today he lingers by her side, taking the recliner closest to her, sipping from his own drink casually. She glance over at him, the condensation dripping off of the bottle and on her stomach.

She raises an eyebrow at him, her heart beating a little faster at him being so close to her.

"Can I help you?" He chuckles and takes a hefty swig, "am I blocking your like or somethin?"

She snaps out of her impromptu stare off with him and lean back once more.

"You're fine." She take a sip of the cold beverage, continuing to watch him. "You don't usually sit over here."

"We can't all sit around perfecting our tan all day." The corner of his mouth twitches into an insufferable smirk as he watches her spare him a glance and close her eyes again.

"If someone would employ me I wouldn't have to."

There's a bite to her words that turns his smirk into a grin. He's silent for a few moments, his gaze dotting between the water glimmering under the sunlight, and her exposed skin shining just that little bit brighter.

"Your dad mentioned you'd just finished university. Second degree too. Must be real smart." His fingers trace the edge of his beer bottle and she tries not to watch the way his calloused skin caresses the bottle.

She hums in agreement, unsure of her body's reaction to his compliment. Not that he's unattractive, he's quite literally the opposite, but he'd said no more than 10 words to her the entire time he'd been there.

"You miss it?" He asks and she let out a laugh, sitting up leaning back on her forearms, looking up at him from her spot on the ground. His eyes flicker, watching the curves of her body shift as she moves, but just as quickly he's looking her in the eye again. She doesn't know what's worse.

"Fuck no. I never have to write an essay or speak to a frat boy ever again." He chuckles with her for a moment, watching as she nurses her beer and continues.

"They're just so insufferable. No manners whatsoever. Couldn't hold a door open or say thank you if their lives depended on it." She scowls thinking back to the many immature idiots she'd shared campus with. "And don't even get me started on how bad they were in bed."

She watches as his eyebrows raise a little, something sparking in his eyes.

"Is that so?" He hums, watching her closely. "Couldn't give you what you really wanted?"

Her throat suddenly feels like sandpaper and she swallows some more of her beer, trying to soothe whatever it is that her body is doing.

"How would you know what I like?" Her voice is low, almost hoarse. She watches him, the way his eyes take her in, his gaze almost predatory. He sets the bottle down, watching her as he does.

Joel leans forward, his thighs spread wide in front of him, his thumb lightly tracing her lower lip. His eyes are on her constantly, trying to gauge her reaction to his touch. She tries not to show him that the slightest touch has bought her more satisfaction than any other man ever had, but he sees it. The way her defiant gaze softens as she leans into his touch.

His hand shifts, cupping her jaw for a moment, then sliding around to the back of her head, his soft touch turning into a harsh grip. He grips her hair, holding her in place and she has nowhere to look but at him and his hulking frame and eyes growing darker with each breath.

"I think you like to be told what to do, not that you listen. I think you like being a good girl, even with your bratty little mouth." She feels his warm skin on her cheek as he leans closer and speaks, "I think you like a quick dirty fuck."

The more he talks, the hotter her skin grows, small whimpers falling from her lips when he grips her hair even tighter. He smiles, pulling back to look at her on her knees, thighs spread, tits pushed out towards him.

"I think you want my cock." He watches as her eyes gloss over, chuckling. "You want me to fuck you so good you'll feel me for days, isn't that right darlin'?"

He loosens his grip a little and she nods a little too eagerly. He smiles, and shakes his head.

"I need to hear the words, angel"

"Want- I want you to fuck me Joel." She speaks, finding herself nodding along with her words and Joel's grip tightens in her hair, his eyes dark.

His grip doesn't let up as he leads her onto all fours, her bikini shifting awkwardly, almost exposing her. She rests in front of him, knees apart, back arched slightly, his hands wondering across her back and thighs.

His palm settles on her lower back for a moment, travelling lower to her massaging her

"You sure you want this? I can go back inside, finish the job and get outta your hair." She pushes herself back into his touch but he moves his hand to the small of her back.

"Joel please, I need it." She hates how desperate she sounds, how easily she's offering herself to him, but she also couldn't care less, too riled up to deal with the consequences. She feels his touch leave her all together and is ready to protest but he speaks.

"Good."

With that his palm comes down on her skin, delivering a harsh smack. She whines pathetically, and he just watches her face contort, pure lust written across her features.

He repeats his action, spanking her harshly until her jiggling skin is red and warm. He rubs a soothing hand over the area, feeling all the blood rush to his dick, uncomfortably hard in his pants. He was half hard before he even stepped out of the kitchen, days of pent up desire, watching her lay out here in her skimpy bikini not a care in the world.

He continues to soothe the skin, her small whimpers going straight to his dick. He hooks his finger in her bikini shorts and pulls them to the side exposing her, the cool breeze against her hot centre making her gasp. He stares her for a moment, just staring at her wet cunt, before he touches her running his fingers through her folds and toying with her clit.

"Look at you, fuckin' soaked and I've barely touched you." He increases the pressure, "Perfect little cunt. You're perfect."

His hand rests on her hip, gripping her tight when she bucks away from him, but soon loosens again when she begins to move against his fingers, seeking some relief.

He keeps toying with her, drawing small fast circles over her swollen nub. His fingers explore her folds, teasing her weepy hole and sliding back down until she's practically panting.

"You're doing so good for me, darlin." His fingers pause at her opening, teasing it slightly, watching how she clenches around nothing. He slides in, right to the knuckle, hissing at her warmth when she clenches around him.

Her breathing is shallow and she tries to stay quiet but he's moving just right, hooking his finger right where she needs him. She feels her orgasm slowly start to build, his name the only thing on her lips as he brings her closer and closer, right to the edge, then pulls away completely.

She whines, and he places a kiss on the back of her shoulder shushing her. He waits until her breathing evens out a little and moves his fingers back where she needs him, sinking two of his thick digits into. She grows even louder when he curls the, fucking her quickly. The obscene sounds of her wet cunt swallowing him, her lewd moans and his deep breathing all drown out the chirping birds.

At some point, her arms begin to give out and she slowly lower herself forward, head resting on her forearms. Joel simply just chuckles to himself, speeding up his movements when he feels her walls clench around him once more. She can feel it once again, building in her stomach almost unbearably, but once again Joel pulls away before she can cum, swatting her ass harshly.

"Joel please." She begins to beg but he simply just shushes her, repeating the process twice more until she's dripping down her thighs.

His hands tug at her waist, pulling her into him, settling her in his lap. Her knees rest either side of him, clit catching on the rough material of his trousers. Joel presses a bruising kiss to her lips before moving lower, nipping and biting marks on her neck and chest.

He gets to the hem of her bikini top fingers tugging it impatiently, exposing her chest. He pauses for a moment to stare at her, lips swollen, hair a mess, exposed to him. Then his head drops and she falls back a little when his lips close around her nipple, sensitive and untouched. He frees one of his hands from her waist, paling at her other breast, rolling her nipple between his harsh fingers.

"Such pretty tits baby." His mouth returns to her skin and she moans loudly, clamping her lips shut when she remembers someone might hear them. She feels his grin against her skin and he lightly bites at her nipple, making her gasp loudly again. Her hands thread through his hair, keeping him where he is at least trying to gain some sort of gratification from his never ending teasing.

He pulls back, enjoying the way her eyes droop lightly, the way her mouth turns into a little frown at the loss of contact. He taps her hip twice and she raises onto her knees, watching as he reclines, back against the sun lounger and unbuckles his trousers, shifting his boxers so he can free himself.

She can feel him, thick snd warm beneath her as she hovers over him, nails digging in his shoulder through his shirt. He grips himself tightly, squeezing and stroking for a moment before moving the bulbous head against her clit, and she bucks her hips against him, overly sensitive from all of his teasing.

Joel doesn't seem to care, brushing his cock through her folds once again, teasing her entrance and slipping away again. She falls forward, head in his neck, her lips finding his skin as she tries to keep quiet. She hear him lightly tut and his hand is back in her hair again, pulling her back so that he can look her in the eye.

"You afraid someone might hear you, hm? Look over here and see you wrecked in my lap before i'm even finished with you?" He pauses, slipping his cock against her once more.

He's right. If anyone were to look over into her garden they'd surely faint at the sight. Her bikini top pulled down, Joel mouthing at her nipples, shorts hanging to the side as he rubs himself against her. He grins again, the kind of grin she knows means trouble.

"Let em fucking hear you. Wonder what they'll tell your daddy..." His hand moves once again, this time against her throat, holding her inches away from his face as he enters her in one long thrust.

She can't hide the loud whine that falls from her mouth, mingling with Joel's throaty curse. He doesn't give her any warning as he fucks up into her in one smooth thrust, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down into him as he sets an unforgiving pace.

She chokes out a moan as her pussy stretches around him, feeling utterly full. Her hands grip the back of the wicker chair, her lips on his as she whines into his mouth.

"Such a pretty fucking slut letting me fuck you like this." He buries himself to the hilt, grinding up into her and she whines even louder, clenching around him.

"You like it when I call you a slut, huh?" He thrusts again, slow and deliberate, struggling to keep his composure as he watches her mouth hang open, eyes rolling.

"Course you do, you love it. My little fuckin' whore." His foot comes up to rest on the side of the chair, giving him more leverage as he speeds up once again. From this new angle, she can feel him even deeper, her chest rubbing up against the soft material of his shirt, clit catching against his jeans once more.

She knows she won't last long, still slightly on the edge from his earlier movements. She clenches around him, his cock hitting her perfectly over and over again.

Joel notices the way her whines get louder, how her hands bunch in his t shirt. He feels her clenching hard around him and this thrusts grow harsher, the need to finally make her cum burning in his chest.

He pulls her hips down to meet his thrusts, chasing her release through her loud moans. His lips suck on her neck, just below her ear, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Her skin tingles as she cums, her moan stuck in her throat eyes squeezed shut, mouth closed.

"Fuck" Joel groans, his fingers digging into her skin, sure to leave marks. He pulls her impossibly closer. He can, whispering quiet thanks over and over again, her words spurring him on.

He doesn't let up, chasing his own release, her cunt convulsing around him, choking his cock. His hips stutter a little and he groans loudly, his face buried in her neck, teeth digging into her skin.

His chest heaves with exhaustion, her soft pliant body on top of his. He cups her jaw softly, his actions a far cry from his earlier behaviour. His lips are soft against hers and she leans into him, muscles weak.

"You okay?" He mumbles, pulling away from her lips only slightly, watching her tired eyes and slow smile. She nods, forehead resting against his own too tired to speak so he kisses her again.

The pair rest in silence, hands all over each other, until Joel speaks up again.

"Y'know that kitchen might just take a few days" She chuckles lightly against his chest, and mumbles, almost indecipherable.

"Thank fuck."

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emaratygirl · 5 months

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Happy National Princess Day ✨🩷👑

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allamericansbitch · 10 months

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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (june 25 - jule 2)! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

the bear: food in 2x03 gifset by @manny-jacinto

heartstopper gifset by @kitconnor

yellowjackets: characters + major arcana gifset by @mistyquigly

everything everywhere all at once gifset by @shegos

the last of us gifset by @thozaoaks

the bear: sydney and carmy gifset by @trueloveistreacherous

megan thee stallion gifset by @melodramas

maisie peters: the good witch + ages gifset by @swearphil

stranger things: steve harrington + text posts gifset by @djo

the bear: sydney adamu gifset by @limitedseries

yellowjackets gifset by @liv-hewsons

maisie peters: the good witch graphic by @cruellesummer

taylor swift: bejeweled graphic by @piecesintoplaces

the bear: richie jerimovich + taylor swift gifset by @savagegood

parks and recreation: leslie and ben gifset by @allsonargent

the bear: 2x04 gifset by @thevelvetgoldmine

maisie peters: the good with + creation & control gifset by @jakeperalta

the last of us gifset by @heroeddiemunson

the bear: marcus in 2x04 gifset by @abnerkrill

maisie peters: history of man graphic by @shirleykeelder

succession: shiv roy gifset by @janinegregory

the last of us: tommy miller gifset by @petersthree

maisie peters: the good witch graphic by @lochsides

taylor swift: fearless graphic by @ssafeandsound

heartstopper: characters + rainbow colors gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

the last of us: bill gifset by @trashcora

the bear icons by @barbie-movie

monsters inc gifset by @kpfun

narcos: javier peña + tac vest gifset by @lo-hi

the bear: carmy berzatto gifset by @dieterbravo

arctic monkeys: glastonbury festival 2013 gifset by @alexturner

maisie peters: history of man gifset by @magicandmaybes

olivia rodrigo: vampire edit by @dearreader

taylor swift: lyric graphic by @hits-differently

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the bear: carmy berzatto gifset by @experienceandobservation

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the princess diaries gifset by @thepunkpanther

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succession graphic by @fearwakes

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the bear: carmy berzatto gifset by @starryyshadows

lorde: helen of troy graphic by @andtosaturn

taylor swift: haunted graphic by @thingsiwishyousaid

olivia rodrigo: vampire gifset by @chriswevans

maisie peters: the history of man graphic by @agoddamnvampire

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the bear gifset by @userparamore

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olivia rodrigo: vampire graphic by @cruellesummer

stranger things: mike wheeler gifset by @mikeandwillel

yellowjackets gifset by @userdanewhitman

succession: kendall roy gifset by @barbieharrington

the bear gifset by @savagegood

yellolwjackets: natalie scatorccio gifset by @ginaricky

the last of us: characters + tarot cards gifset by @skyshipper

maisie peters: bcs graphic by @alreadygotone

taylor swift gifset by @castlescrumblingtv

muna gifset by @phoebesbridgers

yellowjackets: lottie and laura lee gifset by @alexcabotgf

#*creatorshoutouts

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someone-worth-racing-for · 1 year

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At least once my man carried his girl out of the hospital alive and safe..

(A massiv thank you to @kpfun for allowing me to use their GIF)

#The last of us #Joel miller #ellie williams #the walking dead #Daryl dixon #Beth greene #Bethyl

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hapan-in-exile · 1 day

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Volume 4 - Post #5: Wish You Were Here

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

GIF by kpfun

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 3.8K (fifth post in Volume 4)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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V. Blessed Mother, grant me the clarity of wisdom! You are currently facing one of life’s most enduring yet challenging dilemmas. It’s the tension between two competing impulses. Your deeply ingrained sense of practicality and how fucking horny you feel right now.

Should you drop everything you’re doing and immediately head for the Razor Crest? This is undoubtedly your best opportunity to sneak out while everyone’s asleep and reunite with your favorite family in the galaxy before anyone notices what you’re up to.

Or do you yield to vanity? This option means time to wash your hair, put on a little makeup, and dig through Humia’s clothes for something that doesn’t make you look like a sack of potatoes. It’s a waste of daylight, but after eighteen days apart, you’d like to remind a certain someone what an absolute smoke show he’s been missing.

Like, maybe he would sigh very profoundly, so overcome with emotion at the mere sight of you? Okay, sure—it’s Mando—he’s not going to run across a meadow to sweep you up in his arms. But if he gasped your name longingly while threading his fingers through your hair, it would do a lot to ease your desperation.

All gods divine and merciful, you are levitating with excitement! He’s back, you clasp your hands to your heart. He’s back. He’s back. He’s back. You occupy the same atmosphere. There’s a buoyancy, lifting every footstep as you practically skip up to your front door, throwing it open as though about to burst into song.

“Oh shit!” Upon entering the hut, you see Serenio enfolded in Davik’s arms. Their foreheads are pressed together, with his long black curls spilling over her lekku. They immediately spring apart like lovelorn teenagers—which, you recall, they are—at seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

You look between them, watching as they struggle to suppress their ragged breathing. Guess their fake romance isn’t so fake anymore. Maybe Serenio wouldn’t mind getting stuffed into a cleaning cart with Davik?

Damnit, this was going to make everyone’s sleeping arrangements infinitely more awkward. The hut has a ‘bedroom,’ but it wasn’t used for napping. You, Humia, Davik, and Serenio all sleep inches apart from each other on the floor every night.

Shit, really? Well, at least romance is working out for someone. It’s sweet. Young love. You’re happy for them. Truly. Did this create a needless distraction? Absolutely. But who are you to judge? You’re about to hike an hour through the woods in the hopes of fucking your boss.

“Want to train with us?” Serenio signs before awkwardly busying herself with rearranging the furniture.

That’s right, Humia had forbidden them from fighting in the pits. TaggeCo employees loved to haunt the encampment’s cantinas and drinking halls. Sometimes, management brought in musical performances and opera singers for cultural enrichment, but let’s be real—the Lakarani are the true source of entertainment around here.

It’s too risky that one of those corpos might recognize Serenio while she kicked the shit out of someone twice her size and wondered where their cleaning lady learned to land a punch like that.

I guess the obvious solution is turning our living room into a training gym?

“Yeah, you should spar with us, Kas,” Davik agrees. He’s completely serious, despite being so flustered you can see his brown cheeks blushing. “We were just making some room.”

They’d already changed out of their TaggeCo workwear. Davik is dressed for movement, and Serenio has her knuckles wrapped.

They both practically vibrate with restless energy. Although, that could simply be a side effect of all this latent sexual tension. Do warriors consider sparring a kind of foreplay? You’ve got to get out of here before you completely kill the mood.

“Hmm,” the corners of your mouth tug. “Thanks, but no,” you sign, shifting so that Serenio can read your lips. “I don’t spar.”

“Ubaa said you were a veteran. What kind of soldier doesn’t train?” Davik seems genuinely confused. “You work through all those fighting stances every morning.”

“I do meditative poses for my blood pressure, Davik. Believe me, combat skills are not what I’m bringing to this operation.”

“What about self-defense? I can train you. You’re surprisingly strong. I’ve seen you carrying laundry from the wash house,” he says appraisingly. Then, a look of horror crosses his face. “Not that I’m watching—”

“I’m going for a walk,” you sign. “Need a bath.”

What follows is quite possibly the most awkward silence you’ve ever endured as they both study your every movement, packing toiletries and spare clothing, determinedly not looking at each other.

“Hey!” a thought occurs to you. “Humia says there’s going to be a bonfire down at the jetty tonight. It sounds like a lot of fun. We have the night off. You guys should come.”

At that, they exchange a glance, faces flushed.

“Yeah,” Davik nods. “Do…you want to go?” he signs, asking Serenio.

“Okay,” she shrugs, breaking into a wide smile.

And that’s your good deed for the day! You’ll just have to be mindful to knock very loudly before opening the front door from now on.

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It’s true, you’re stronger than you look. Novitiate disciplining in the palace temple helped you develop a lot of muscle mass at an early age. For whatever reason, monastic life seems to require climbing an endless amount of stairs regardless of which religion you serve.

That being said, you’re a far cry from elite bounty hunter. Davik might have a point about strength training. By the time you’ve climbed the pine tree and made it over the perimeter wall, you’ve got both hands on your knees, panting for breath.

It’s a lot of effort to avoid passing through the main gate, but you can’t shake the feeling of paranoia as you set out to meet with your co-conspirators. Best to avoid any questions about where you’re headed.

When word of Emperor Palpatine’s death reached the Metatessu sector, Lakarani independence fighters did not wait for Imperials to develop an exit strategy. They immediately seized all the military outposts, along with the mining operations and refinery. Without available reinforcements to take back control of the planet, Imperial forces abandoned Lakaran.

While fighters had expelled the Empire, they did not succeed in keeping Lakaran free from foreign influence. The planet was now considered part of Hutt Space, and Yarella the Hutt leased Larakan’s mining rights and coaxium production to the Tagge Corporation.

But their siege and occupation of the refinery against Imperial forces was the stuff of legends. Literally—images of the martyred fighters could be found in every home, along with altars dedicated to the fallen.

It’s why the Tagge family made sure to invest in a robust security infrastructure when they took over.

So, another convenient feature of the retaining wall they’d built around the encampment to prevent mudslides is that it created access points in and out of the camp. These gates could be barricaded if necessary, sealing everyone inside. Drones and satellites monitored the area from overhead.

All in the name of safety. If someone working at the plant was exposed to radioactive material, Tagge Corp claimed they would need to track the population for containment. Of course, all you had to do was look at the river to know the Tagge Corporation didn’t give a fuck about exposing people to toxic materials.

The transponder on your wrist tracks everywhere you go. All they had to do was locate your signal, and a team of TaggeCo security could show up at your door and drag you off under the pretext of “containment.” Tampering with the device was a fireable offense. If you wanted work, you submitted to surveillance.

It wasn’t so much that your movements were scrutinized, but they did get documented, which could cause trouble for you later if TaggeCo got suspicious. They might start to wonder why you went hiking through the woods before dawn, who you were meeting with, and a lot of other dangerous questions.

In a stroke of luck (and probably his dick), the security guard Humia was sleeping with had shown her how to mask the transponder’s signal without damaging it. Still, vigilance costs nothing. You’ve packed your rucksack and draped a towel over your shoulders. Should anyone see you…hopefully, they’ll assume you’re on your way to the hot springs nearby.

The coordinates popping up on your communicator showed the Razor Crest’s location about two leagues northeast of the refinery.

Again, just terrible bounty hunter skills—you have no idea how to read a topographic map and are forced to backtrack more times than you’re comfortable admitting. How did Mando do this without walking in circles?

Eventually, you give up trying to navigate the map and just climb the highest tree you can find to look out over the valley.

There she is! You spot Razoria—which is what Nito called the ship when he needed her to cooperate—settled amidst a shallow marsh at the edge of an alpine lake. You’d been so caught up thinking about Mando and the kids you’re surprised by the overwhelming sense of relief that wells up inside you just looking at the ship.

For the first time since you boarded the shuttle for Lakaran you feel…safe. When did you start to think of the Razor Crest as home?

These weeks on Lakaran might be the longest you’ve been in one place since you stepped onboard the Crest. Wanderlust had been the most enticing part of Nito’s pitch to join them, shuffling the Child across the galaxy. You’ve already seen more star systems in the past five months than your seven-year career in the military. And every night, you returned to this gorgeous clunker.

With each new planet you visited, a voice would emerge from your subconscious telling you to make a run for it. Now, the voice would say. Run now before it’s too late. But you’d grown so tired of running away. You wanted to run toward something. And you did—you are—running home to this new family of yours.

The Crest had good cover under the surrounding treeline, but her hull gleamed brightly in the early morning light. While TaggeCo didn’t patrol this far into the mountains, drones or satellites might pick up the glare. The Mandalorian should have some camouflage netting. Tree branches would do the rest.

Nito and the kid are stretched out in the sunshine, lounging on the shore of the lake. As soon as he notices your approach, the Ardennian immediately launches into a gallop.

“Thuli!” He wraps all four arms around you in a fierce hug.

You drop to your knees to join his embrace. On the shore, you see the kid waving his hands excitedly.

“Hey, little man!” You lift him up and place him on your hip. “Did you miss me?”

The Child slowly blinks those enormous brown eyes and rests his downy head against your chest. Your heart melts a little when he gurgles contentedly.

It felt so good to be back together again. All that’s missing is…

“Mando’s not here,” Nito says, catching you searching for him. “After we landed, he headed straight for Yarella’s castle in Palmal.”

“Yarella’s…?”

As an added precaution, you’d boarded the shuttle to Lakaran directly from Daiyu in case anyone from the Tagge Corporation followed up on you. While Humia had been rude and irritable when she met you at Palmal Spaceport, you were deeply grateful for her presence at your side.

In ten years of travel, you’ve never seen a city less organized. Palmal was carved deep into the mountainside. Its warren-like sprawl of metallic buildings and tubular walkways made it impossible to see ahead in any direction. Each step felt claustrophobic and dangerous.

Which–it is! With all the twisting paths and sharp turns, the city’s layout is an ideal hunting ground for bandits.

It made perfect sense why the executives and TaggeCo employees lived on-site. Why, despite being poisoned, the Lakarani all preferred camping in clapboard shacks surrounding the refinery. You were less likely to get your throat slit.

And looming above the lawless chaos, coiling upward in a gleaming steel spire, is Yarella the Hutt’s castle.

“Why would he do that?”

Mando certainly didn’t need the money. Did the man not know what else to do with himself? Did his life hold no purpose beyond battle and hunting? You can feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. How could that be his priority when you haven’t seen each other in weeks?

“I think he wanted to have some cover for why we’re here on Lakaran,” Nito shrugs. “You know, big scary Mandalorian in your backyard makes people nervous. Yarella will probably have a job for him.”

Without pausing to take off your clothes, you shrug off the rucksack, step out of your boots, and wade into the lake.

“Uh, Thuli–”

You dive into the water before Nito can see you crying.

Mando’s not here. You don’t care about the rationale or logic of his decision. He couldn’t wait one fucking day—one fucking hour—to see you?

The crushing weight of disappointment that he’s not here—that he couldn’t care less about being here to see you—feels inescapable, like the pull of an anchor dragging you down toward the murky depths. You kick your legs out in frustration, but you can’t swim. You can’t breathe. You just sob, choking as frigid water fills your mouth and subsumes your tears. For a moment, it feels like you might drown.

Why would he do this? You thought you’d offered him the perfect arrangement. The perfect companion and sexual partner. Instead, you’ve been blown off and left behind.

Mando doesn’t let many people in. So you would have thought that what you shared together…a…a connection…

Fuck–a connection? You know, in your bones, he’s never shared that kind of intimacy and tenderness with anyone else. You would’ve thought it mattered more to him.

Apparently not.

Was this your fault? Before leaving for Lakaran, he’d asked about what to tell the kids, and you said something like, “This doesn’t have to change anything.” Because you didn’t want to burden him with worry over love and duty and creeds.

Was it the wrong thing to say? Should you have just confessed that your heart belonged to him and no one else? Would he be here if you had? Maybe he was simply taking you at your word—that what you’d shared didn’t change anything. It certainly didn’t change that he was Mandalorian and would always put duty above love.

The truly heartbreaking realization is, that as angry as you feel toward Mando, the real person you’re angry with is yourself. You’d told him he didn’t need to change, but you still expected him to. Are you really such a narcissist that you thought having sex with you one time would be such a transformative experience he’d wake up a completely different person?

It had been three times. Regardless, you’re not being fair. You want to storm and rage. But what good will it do? You’ve fallen for a man whose life is encased in cold steel.

Hadn’t you prayed for clarity and wisdom? It won’t heal the hurt breaking your heart to pieces or soothe your anger, but you’ve got to temper these feelings with honesty, for him and yourself.

Stepping out of the lake and back onto the shore, you peel off your wet clothes and join the baby, catching tadpoles in the shallow waters and swallowing them whole.

It’s a beautiful day. You’ve got the whole morning to spend with these two wonderful kids you deeply cherish. Who’s absence had also weighed on your heart these past eighteen days. Why spoil this precious time together?

For being a nosy adolescent, Nito very graciously ignores your red, swollen eyes and doesn’t ask what’s wrong.

“I’m about a minute from eating some of those mud-guppies myself,” he moans, watching the Child slurp down handfuls. “We’re down to broth and hardtack.”

“Well, let’s catch some fish,” you offer.

“I don’t know how. You can’t eat anything from the harbor in Coronet City, so I never thought to learn. Do you think I can actually, like, catch a one? With…my hands?”

“Come on, city slicker, I’ll teach you.”

“Do you have a hook? Isn’t that how they do it?”

“You can also use a net or a basket. But I’ll show you how to spear a fish. I’m sure Mando has a spear somewhere in that arsenal.”

Even better, the Mandalorian has a ranseur, which is basically a fancy trident. Nito’s eyes widen in horror.

“Won’t Mando be mad if we get fish guts on his spear?”

“Fuck’im,” you say darkly, without pause.

Nito looks askance at your embittered tone.

“What? It’s not made of Beskar.”

His brows remain furrowed, “I want to learn about the baskets.”

After scouring the Razor Crest for all the necessary tools, you camp out on the shore, braiding fishing baskets from the tall reed grass surrounding the lake. “Did you learn how to do this in the war? So you wouldn’t starve?”

“What?” you laugh, showing Nito how to strip the reeds for cordage. “No, I learned to fish as a child.”

“I thought you grew up in a palace?”

“That came later. I moved to the palace when I was your age.”

Moved to the palace is a very polite way to describe being abducted and held hostage against your will. But you’re committed to keeping the vibes positive this morning, so you leave it at that. Nito’s childhood was no picnic either.

“Before the palace, I lived with my family in a house by the beach. So we fished. You grew up on Corellia, so you learned robotics.”

“Hmm…you are terrible with technology. But this is pretty cool. We’re really gonna catch fish in this?”

“With a rock and some patience, we will,” you wink at him, tying off your knots. “Here, you carry the baskets, and I’ll get the kid.”

About an hour later, you’ve caught at least a dozen fish. And it’s impossible to feel anything but pride seeing the joy on Nito’s face. You show him how to clean and scale the big ones. Baby chomps down the rest. “Hey, kiddo. Close your mouth when you chew.”

“Are you staying to eat these?” Nito asks. “Or do you have to go back?”

“I think we should spend the rest of the morning camouflaging the ship. You can tell me all about your adventures on Coruscant while we work. But first, I need a nap.”

You tell yourself this is not a ploy—that you’re not stalling for time in the hopes of seeing the Mandalorian when he returns. But that’s a lie.

Nito suddenly grows fidgety. “I—um. I should maybe tell you that Mando’s been sleeping in there.”

“What?”

“In the sleeping compartment. Not at first. You know how he usually sleeps with his back against a wall or something? But then…” Nito trails off. “I just thought you should know.”

Damnit, your heart starts racing. The Mandalorian has been sleeping in your bed. Your mind leaps to a million possible reasons, yet what else could it mean?

A wide smile tugs at your lips. And you’d begun to wonder if he missed you at all.

“Thanks for telling me.”

Standing in front of the sleeping compartment, your body is awash with nervous anticipation. Over what, you have no idea. Just that…

When the door slides up with a faint whine of compressed air, you stare down at the bedroll and gasp. On top of your blankets is a brightly patterned piece of cloth. You pick it up—the fabric is so soft and diaphanous that it slips through your fingers like falling water.

Free of its delicate folds, you realize it’s a stunning silk dressing gown.

In his eagerness to undress you, the Mandalorian had torn the hem of your robe in his haste to pull it over your head. It’s so old, tattered, and threadbare that you told him not to worry about it.

This one is elegant, with a beautiful print—pale pink, with butterflies in shades of blue and lavender. Like moondust, you smile. You remember telling Nito all about the butterflies on Hapes that migrated along the coast and converged in the palace gardens. Was it a coincidence, or had Mando been listening?

It might be one of the most extraordinary gifts you’ve received from…anyone.

Mando had left it folded neatly on top of the bed, knowing you would come back to the ship. Kriffing hell, why hadn’t he just waited for you?

Ugh! How could one man be so generous and insensitive at the same time?!

You groan and throw yourself onto the blankets—which, of course, smell like him. You bury your face into the covers to breathe in his scent. The warm, smokey fragrance of the salve he used. The tang of leather and the musk of his sweat.

It’s a scent tied to your memories—distracting fever dreams of his tongue trailing the curve of your throat, the soft brush of his lips on your collarbone, his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

You will absolutely not cry and masturbate over this man yet again. Once was a tragedy. Twice is a habit.

But even now, in your mind’s eye, he was kissing you, his mouth sliding down your neck, drinking in your skin, your bodies tangled up together as he moved inside you. Each caress of silk against your nipples is a reminder of his lips.

Had it been like this for him? Were you in his thoughts when he slept in this bed? Did Mando touch himself and think of you?

You close your eyes and trace your hand down your stomach toward the heat pooling between your thighs. At least there’s no tears in your eyes.

When you open them, your imagination conjures the Mandalorian here with you, kneeling between your legs to watch your fingers work. He joins you, drawing his cock into his hand, stroking himself with long, languorous pulls.

It’s an abstract fantasy since you’ve never seen his face—but you imagine holding each other’s gazes.

His eyes would be...brown. Definitely brown. The hairs that trail down Mando's smooth, muscular stomach are dark and coarse. His muscular body is taut and beautiful. You would stare into each other's eyes, stroking in rhythm as your breathing quickens, moans rising together.

You writhe on top of the covers, this vision of him fixed in your mind until your orgasm hits you so hard the world goes white. Your eyes roll back in the rush of release. You lay there a few moments, expecting to feel his body pressed against you in the aftermath, but…Mando’s not here.

And when you finally wake up hours later, he still hasn’t returned.

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Imagine # 1,013

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Year posted - 2022

*Seriously he looks amazing! 😍

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dailyflicks · 1 year

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THE BREAKFAST CLUB 1985 • dir. John Hughes

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davinaclare · 7 months

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List 7 comfort films and tag 7 people:

thanks for the tag @ajcrowleys

lotr/hobbit series

gotg series

little miss sunshine

any of my childhood animated faves like balto or anastasia or the hunchback of notre dame or mulan or the little mermaid

potc series

kung fu panda trilogy

spirited away

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The Swan Princess Derek and Odette’s Love Story.

Prince Derek: Odette, I’ll always be here for you. @romancemedia @awyeahswanprincess @theswanprincessofficial @60sgroove @ran94 @ran94creas @petitetiaras @maidmarians @marciabrady @megahra @mickeyandcompany @disneyyandmore-blog @queentianas @summoneryuna @queenmercurys @amazinglyanimated @capturing-kawaii @chonijabitha @quasiimodos @fgadfanpage @jazzymarie1006 @thorinsbeard @endlessdisney @princessnostalgia @princessas @enjollras @francissinatra @onscreenkisses @nondisneyfan @kpfun @lavidadedaniela @meril-tospen @nessa007 @swan-princess-spell-blog @swan-princess-odette-blog-blog @swan-lake-princess-blog @vakariaan @proudestof @cartoonfan21 @fairytalegrimm @pixiedustcaps @thenamelessdoll @scenes-inside-my-head @chaotictoon @animations-daily @cappingdisney

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Marvel Spooktober #8

Title: Marvel Spooktober #8

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Shang-Chi x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Garb

Words: 1660

Warnings: Haunted houses

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

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The spooky carnival that had popped up last week was in full gear when you, Katy and Shang-Chi had arrived. The theme for the carnival was frights and scares and the crew did a fabulous job with making everything seem eerie. The lights were dimmed and held an ethereal glow about them in different shades of colors, there was purple, gray and neon green and with the fog machine that they had running throughout the carnival it made the colors glow in the fog. It was all nicely done and you felt yourself falling further and further into the immersive atmosphere. A little bit too much falling into the immersive atmosphere you thought.

The three of you were walking into the carnival as all the dressed up actors milled about trying to scare the carnival goers. You walked in between Katy and Shang-Chi as your head turned from side to side so that you could take in everything around you. One of the actors who was dressed up as a devilish looking scarecrow advanced towards Katy with their arms raised and screaming loudly, causing Katy to jump back into you. Your body gently fell back a step as your hands came up to cradle Katy’s body close to yours as you felt your back gently rest against Shang-Chi’s side as his own hands came up to steady you. Once Katy was righted she began to jeer back at the actor causing you and Shang-Chi to chuckle and shake your heads.

“Yeah! I’d like to see you do that again pal!” Katy called out as the actor moved on from the three of you. You’re still shaking your head when you spot one of the actors standing across the main entryway of the carnival from you, they’re wearing a beige long robe that had a rope belt and a large hood obscuring their face from your view. You shivered as a feeling of unease slid down your back as your eyes stayed trained on the actor who didn’t move or make any noise.

“You okay?” Shang-Chi asked concerned and you darted your head up to stare at him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, do you see that person in the robe?” you ask as you turn back to look at the actor, but when you look back you see that they’re gone. “Oh, I guess they moved.” you said unsure of yourself and Shang-Chi smiled softly down at you. “They were really creepy, completely covered in a beige robe with a hood and not moving at all or making any noise.” you explained and Shang-Chi nodded his head along with your words.

“We’ll keep an eye out for them.” he reassured you and you nodded slightly, feeling uncertain because the actor had disappeared. You began walking along with Katy and Shang-Chi again when you felt something grab onto your hand and you looked down to see Shang-Chi had taken your hand in his, smiling softly you squeezed his hand gently and he squeezed yours back.

The three of you began to continue through the carnival entering some of the themed haunted houses that they had built for the carnival. You had gone through a serial killer themed one where the story was that you were on the run from the serial killer and they had chased you through their childhood home that was filled with booby traps. Katy had been the only one in your group that had “survived” which made both you and Shang-Chi chuckle at her victory dance at the end. As the three of you began leaving the house you spotted Shang-Chi not walking with you and Katy as he was still standing back by the haunted house staring off to the side. You walked back over to him and gently touched his elbow as you gazed in the same direction he was gazing, you didn’t see anything but wondered if he had seen something like you had before.

“What do you see?” you ask him gently and he jolts surprised as his head whips down to stare at you and then back over to where he had been looking.

“I thought I saw that robed guy you saw earlier.” he began to explain and you nodded your head at his words as you watched him frown and then furrowed his eyebrows. “But now he’s gone.” he says softly and you nod your head again as your eyes dart around the area trying to find the robed actor again. You shiver slightly and move closer to Shang-Chi as chill races down your spine and he easily wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re alright.” he promises softly and you nod at him gratefully.

The second themed haunted house you guys went through had a story about creepy dolls, that one really made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fear consumed you as you walked through the house and stuck close to Shang-Chi and Katy’s sides as you made your way through not wanting to be too spooked or scared. Shang-Chi was the most unbothered of your group to go through this house and he was dubbed the winner of the house. But as the three of you were walking out Katy had stopped short right in front of the exit and you had collided with her back as Shang-Chi managed to stop short before colliding with you.

“Woah! Who’s that dude!” Katy called out as she lifted her arm and pointed to someone across from where you all were standing. All three of you stared across the area to the otherside of the exit to see what Katy was looking at.

“What is it Katy?” you asked her softly knowing that she was seeing the robed actor that both you and Shang-Chi had seen earlier.

“Some dude in a tan robe.” she said, sounding slightly in awe as the volume of her voice lowered towards the end of her explanation. “He’s standing right over there. Don’t you see him?” she explained bewildered as both you and Shang-Chi looked where she was pointing. Your eyes darted over to Shang-Chi’s and saw his soft subtle headshake before you responded to Katy.

“We can’t see him now. But we’ve seen him at different times tonight.” you told her softly and ominously causing her to turn and look at the both of you. Her face gave off a confused bewildered look and both Shang-Chi and you nodded in answer to her look.

“Yeah we’ve been seeing him at odd times and he never moves or says anything.” Shang-Chi said to back you up. “And he disappears when we take our eyes off him.”

“What?!” Katy cried shocked as she whipped her head back to look at the robed actor but wasn’t able to find him. “Where’d he go?!” she cried out surprised.

“Told you that he’d disappear.” Shang-Chi said as he shook his head. Katy kept looking around the carnival as you all made your way to the last haunted house, you knew she was looking for the robed actor and trying to see if she could spot him. But it was no use, he was nowhere to be found.

The three of you came up to the last house that you planned on going through and all looked slightly uneasy as you saw it. It was a rundown looking house with busted out windows and siding that was falling off the house. It really made you feel as if you were standing in front of an abandoned house. Your eyes darted over to the sign that normally stood in front of the haunted house advertising what the backstory was for the house but there was none posted. You frowned softly and watched as a group of five people walked up to the house eagerly and then shrieked as they entered the house.

“Are we really going to do this?” Katy asked and sounded very uncertain about it. Shang-Chi shrugged his shoulders and you tilted your head to the side. “Well let’s get this over with.” she said resignedly before walking up to the house. Just as the three of you reached the front door something moved in the bushes next to the door and you turned your head to see the robed figure standing there. Shocked, you halted your footsteps but Katy and Shang-Chi continued on.

“Wait, guys!” you called out as you realized that they had walked in without you. You quickly followed them into the house but stopped short when you walked into a small front room with three different doors leading out of the room and neither Katy nor Shang-Chi were in the room. “Shang-Chi!? Katy?!” you called out hoping to hear from them but there was nothing but silence in response. Moving to the left you opened that door to find a brick wall behind the door, after moving to the middle door you found that one was also bricked up before you moved to the right side door and opened it to find a long dark hallway on the other side. “Guys?!” you called out unsure before stepping through the door.

The hallway was pitch black and you wound your arms around yourself to try and comfort you as fear filled your body. Suddenly there was a loud shriek from somewhere in the house and you jumped in surprise, your hand brushed against the wall and you frowned softly as you felt how soft the wall was. It almost felt like cloth lined the wall. Lifting your head slowly dread filled your body before you came face to face with the hooded figure. Skeletal like hands came up to the edges of the hood and slowly began to pull it back and your mouth dropped open in a scream as a red eyed skeletal face peered back at you. He lunged for you and instantly everything went black.

#my writing #marvel #shang chi #shang chi x ofc #marvel spooktober 2023

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