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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Just This Once

Kinktober Day 18: Squirting + Dacryphilia

Tags: Din Djarin x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it before you tap it irl), fingering (r!recieving), squirting, light dacryphilia, Din being feral but also emotionally stunted (w/c: 1.7K)

A/N: Guess who fell behind on Kinktober again, womp womp. I will not give up though!! I am determined to finish, so please enjoy this Din fic that I may or may not have gotten too invested in while writing it and stay tuned for some more filth coming (and cumming hahaha) soon!! (for Kinktober I have been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

There’s something about the coldness of space, the loneliness of it, that makes you so desperate.

When the Crest is quiet, the baby asleep, all you can feel is the vastness of the universe around you, your body cold and needy for touch. And Maker, the Mandalorian notices immediately, the way you cross and uncross your legs in the seat behind him, curling your fingers into your thighs as the stars fly past the ship. You don’t mean to be obvious, but Din always notices.

He knows how to treat you when you get like this, all needy and desperate for his touch, even when you don’t want to admit it. Din is willing to admit that you are far more than just a friend to him, but you both narrowly avoid the strength of the feelings between you both, the bond that drags you together. But still, Din knows exactly what you need, and he has absolutely no problem giving it to you.

He has you splayed across his lap, your back pressed against his chestplate, your head lolling back onto his shoulder. He’d lost his gloves the moment you’d peeled off your pants, his hands the only skin he’ll allow himself to touch you with. It’s a wonderful loophole for you, but an exercise in torture for him. He wants to feel your back pressed against his bare chest, trace his lips down your neck. Wants to feel your heartbeat against his, quick and warm and alive.

This is the Way, he reminds himself, despite knowing, deep down, that he’s already broken something just by touching you without his gloves. But stars, how can he resist when your pretty, desperate little cunt pulses beneath his fingertips, begging for more, more, more.

He ghosts his fingers up the slick seam of your pussy, and has to hold back his own groan at the way you whine, pressing back against him as your hips twitch uncontrollably.

“Stars, you’re wet,” he grunts, pressing a thick finger into your entrance, already gaping with your need for something, anything to clutch onto. “Needed me this bad, cyar’ika?”

“‘M so- so empty, Din, fuck, it’s like,” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he starts fucking you with that one thick finger, feeling it drag across your walls. “It’s like I can’t fucking breathe without you touching me, Maker, I need it all the time, Din.”

And it’s true. When you’d first started traveling with Din and the baby, you’d barely even noticed the loneliness. You’d been lonely your whole life, eager to escape your desolate little planet and see the stars.

But then Din had done this for the first time, when tensions had run too high, when things had gone just a little too far.

“Just this once,” he’d muttered, “Can I touch you?” he’d asked, and you’d said yes without a thought.

He’d peeled off his glove, touching your face gently, so gently with those calloused fingers. He’d laid you out on his small mattress, pressing the front of his helmet to your forehead as he let his hand roam the expanse of your body, squeezing your skin over your clothes before brushing them over your clit through your pants. When you’d jerked up and moaned, he could only let out a shaky exhale through his visor as he rubbed tight circles into it, enraptured by the way you whimpered and squirmed beneath him.

“Just once,” he kept muttering, even as he worked one, two orgasms out of your body, “just once.”

Except it happened again. And again. And again.

And now you can barely sleep without wanting, needing Din to touch you. He hasn’t fucked you; there’s an unspoken rule that he’s broken enough of the Creed for you, telling you his name, touching you like he does. You don’t question it, not when you’re the one getting fucked on his fingers until you’re in tears, ravenous for his hands on your body.

It’s like it gets worse as time goes on, your need for him. Even now, pressed against his chest as his thick thighs spread you wide for his hands, it’s like the first time. You writhe against him as he works another finger into your hot cunt, your slick covering his hand. You hump forward into them without meaning to, and you turn your head to tuck it into his cowl as he works you over.

Din fucks his fingers furiously into you, using his other arm to brace across your hips, keeping you pinned to him. He’s practically growling as he pumps his hand between your legs, crooking his fingers up to press against the spot that makes you cry so beautiful for him. He keeps his fingers pressed deep for a moment, just grinding the tips of them into that spot relentlessly and relishing in the way you cry his name so prettily.

“Din, please- oh fuck! Stars, it’s too much, it’s too much oh my- ah-” you wine, feeling tears start to build in your eyes as you edge dangerously close to that peak you need so bad.

“C’mon, mesh’la, let go for me, squeeze my fingers with this little cunt,” he growls, and fuck, you can’t even breathe as you let him work you over, making you cum so hard that you can’t do anything but gasp for air.

And Din can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck, I-” you hear him say, and you turn your head to look at him, even as aftershocks wrack your body, even as his fingers stay buried inside.

“What, Din?” you whisper, and Din nearly curses at the sight of you. Your lashes are wet with tears, stars, why do you have to look at him like that? It wears at his carefully honed control, and fuck, he can practically feel it snap at the sight of you, as the feeling of you.

“Can I fuck you?” he rasps, and you hear him suck in a breath, “please let me fuck you.” You can't hold back the keening whine that leaves your mouth, and Din shivers behind you at the sound of it.

“Please,” you breathe, and Din pulls his fingers out of you without missing a beat, reaching behind you, between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pants haphazardly. You feel the hardness of it press against your lower back, and resist the urge to look. You don’t want to cross any more lines than he’s given you.

“Just this once,” he mutters, pulling your hips back over him, notching the thick head of his cock to your entrance. “Just need to feel you, once, fuck, just once,” and he pulls you down, down, letting his cock stretch you so wide, so perfect.

Months in space, just weeks of having Din touch you, stars, it’s nothing compared to this. You eyes roll to the back of your head as he settles deep inside, so fucking deep that it makes your toes curl.

“Dank farrik, that’s fucking tight-” he grunts, the hot, wet heat of your cunt pulsing around him almost making him fill you up right then and there. He bites his tongue, praying to the Maker that the pain stops him from ending this far too fucking soon.

He uses his hard, strong grip on your hips to roll you into him, grinding you down hard onto his cock. You can only take it as he punches his hips up in aborted, desperate little thrusts that grind into your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Din, it’s so big, I can’t-” you whine, but Din only growls beneath his visor, fucking up into you harder, and your head falls back onto his shoulder plate at the feeling of it. It’s so perfect, it’s everything you’ve needed, stars, how will you survive without him filling you up like this?

“Give me another one, cyare,” he mutters, and he uses one of his hands to bring his fingers to your clit, just like he did that first night. Except this time, his cock is inside you, spreading you so wide and pressing up into your g-spot with every fucking thrust in. You gasp for air, little whines punching out of your throat every time Din shoves in all the way.

He’s a violent man, always has been, and fucking you is no exception. He fucks you like he hunts: fast, rough, fucking monstrous. Tears finally start to pour down your cheeks, and you hiccup through your moans.

“Look at you,” he rasps, “sobbing on my cock like the needy whore you are.” He doesn’t know what’s happened to him, he’s never talked like this, let alone to you. But stars, the way you moan for him has his head spinning, has words pouring out of his mouth like they’ve been trapped there all this time. “Mesh’la, squeezing me so perfect, never want to leave this perfect cunt.”

“Din, fuck, Din, I’m gonna- stars, I’m gonna-” you gasp, your hands scrabbling at the one hand he has rubbing at your swollen clit.

“C’mon, c’mon, let me feel it, need to fucking feel it-” he mutters, and oh-

You’re pretty sure you scream as you cum, but it’s hard to hear it over the ringing in your ears as you thrash in Din’s lap. You can feel him still inside you, his horrible fingers still rubbing dexterous circles into your clit as he floods your cunt with his cum. Your orgasm feels fucking endless, your thighs trying to close but still held wide by Din’s between them.

When you finally start to hear again, the blurriness fading from your vision, you can hear Din behind you, muttering, “fuck, so beautiful, didn’t- didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do- do what?” you slur, still groggy, but as you look in front of yourself, you can see the mess you’ve made. You’d fucking squirted, your wetness drenching his thighs and the floor of the hull. The sight makes your head spin, and you hide your face in his cowl as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you close to him. The coolness of his armor is soothing to your overly-heated body.

“So good, you did so good for me, cyar’ika,” he mumbles beneath the visor. “So pretty, can’t believe- you looked so beautiful.”

You let yourself relax into his hold, and he doesn’t let you go. “Didn’t know I could do that either,” you mumble, sleep already weighing down your eyelids, exhaustion flooding your body. “We’ll have to try again later,” you mumble. “Don’t think once is enough.”

“It will never be enough,” you hear him whisper, “not with you.”

#touch starved and feral din #love of my life #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin smut #din djarin x female reader #din djarin fic #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #star wars smut

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pascallatte · 1 year

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Angel?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: GQ Germany with PEDRO PASCAL aka him fawning over Y/n over a single this or that.

Date: September 2020

Warnings: none

A/N: I love love love this interview, his voice, his hair, the vibes, HIS SMILE!!! Everything, alsoooooooo probably the last one for 2020 for now next one may be a throwback or we’ll move on to ’21 (most probably). SO everyone, happy reading and tell me what you think!! Love lots x

“Hi, I’m Pedro Pascal I’m here at GQ Germany Cover shoot.” Pedro’s seen sitting in a chair in the set of GQ Germany for this month’s issue. The team decided to get him in to join a quick get-to-know-him-better game, an upgraded version of This or That.

Swimming trunks vs beach shorts

Sucking in a breath when the staff shows him two pictures, ”I would have to go with shorts, because of what I could pull off at my age. Despite the continuous disagreement from someone.” He smiles.

Sweater vs hoodie

“Hmm I love a sweater though but I really love a hoodie.” Biting his lip, Pedro asks.

“Can any of these be ties?… Really?!”

“Oh, it has to be absolute. Hmm, this is something me and my girlfriend often debate on, ‘cause she steals most of my tops which makes me buy more but then when I do buy hoodies she tells me to buy sweaters. But since this is my interview hmm…Well alright, hoodie it is. Either way, we take turns using it.” With a very satisfied tone, he explains his side looking at a camera with a small fond smile.

Oberyn Martell vs Din Djarin

Shocked by what he’s been shown, Pedro can only laugh as he responds, “Wow, that is a really hard decision to make.”

“Umm, the armour didn’t work so well for me at the end of Game of Thrones, but it looked amazing,” taking in a breath as the gears in his head takes in the pros and cons of each suit and character.

“That being said the armour in The Mandalorian looks very very good and I'm still alive. So I guess I would have to- you know I can’t I just can’t I cannot betray Oberyn and choose The Mandalorian. But umm let’s just leave it at that being an impossible decision.”

Smart vs traditional watch

“Traditional watch, people who use smart watches are people who can’t tell or read the time. And by people I mean…” Pedro turns to look at the camera and gives it or soon the viewers a knowing look, in hopes that they know what he meant by that.

Fedora vs baseball cap

“Those are my hats!…Oh wow”

“Well clearly since you have a picture of a fedora that belongs to me and a baseball hat that belongs to me… I favour both” he elaborates while raising his hands in a somewhat joking accusatory way to the staff who has asked him to pick one between his favourites. To him, it’s like asking him to pick between things or people he adores.

“I cannot and you cannot make me decide between a fedora and a baseball cap. I love them both equally”

Facial hair or clean shaven

“What? Are you making me choose between clean-shaven or facial hair?”

“They’re currently showing me two pictures of myself.” He stops for a moment, making his sort of thinking face as he thinks back to 10 or so years ago.

“One that is maybe… 10 years ago, where clean-shaven may have worked.

"Umm, I'm gonna have to go with the very strange patchy facial hair that I am capable of growing on my face.”

Contacts vs glasses

Answering immediately, “Glasses.. what a ridiculous question.” He shakes his head as if telling them the obvious as well as the light tone of his voice.

“Glasses, sticking my own fingers into my eyes? I have yet to cross that threshold.”He continues to shake his head as he explains why he’d chosen it.

Y/n’s sheer 2018 met gala dress or her 2019 white oscars dress

Pedro’s entire face lit up as soon as the staff showed him the choices. “Ohh bot- this is a hard one…I love both of them, and it looks incredible on her,” he emphasizes, adorably staring at the pictures.

Sitting still while continuing to admire his love, “Ahhh would you look at that..."

"She’s beautiful don’t you agree?” Pedro straight away smiles as soon as the staff behind the camera agrees with him.

“The first one makes her look like this mermaid or angel- you know like a fallen angel, just for me, and the other is very- something she would dress herself in with how simple yet elegant it looks. So I would have to go with her Oscars look.”

A voice off cam tells him something that had caught his attention, making his expression turn into shock and amusement, “It’s a wedding dress?! Really?! She wore a wedding dress to the Oscars… hmm” slowly ruffling his hair he sits back after getting a closer look at the picture.

Leather or bomber jacket

“Wow, leather jacket. I have and I think I always will love a leather jacket.” Explaining this with a small smirk that had him explaining his thoughts right after.

“Y/n has bought us a matching pair of these incredible vintage leather jackets and-so basically it’s something that I will never ever lose my interest in.”

Coffee or tea

Nodding his head, he looks straight to the camera, “Coffee. Coffee all the way.”

Raising his hands up similar to a surrendering position to defend himself, he chuckles before continuing, “It’s not that I don’t like tea but then again coffee is what keeps me up and going other than y/n… who is by the way is also a coffee addict.”

Clasping his hands together, he finalizes, “Coffee, 100%”

"Thank you for watching and click here to subscribe to GQ Germany!"

the dress for reference:

A/n: so I wrongly timed the post of this one, instead of it being posted yesterday at noon it was set to 12 am today haha, never gonna do that again. Anyways if you're reading this thank you and have a nice day ahead of you!!!

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Hiiii ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

Can I plz request bottom din djarin x top male reader where they have gay sex to plz? Hardcore gay sex? Two men fucking? Din taking a huge fat cock up the ass and loving it? The reader thrusting his cock in and out of dins silky hole? Swollen tip rubbing against his prostate?Two men kissing with tongue? Bodies together? Skin on skin contact, Nobody’s dominant or submissive? Just two men who are in love with each other having gay sex? Primal sex? Pretty Please?

Thank you in advance if you accept this

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Hey anon!! Thanks for this request honestly, it was super fun and hot to write!! Pairing: bottom Din Djarin x top male!reader

Warnings: Breeding, multiple orgasms, established relationship. IF YOU LIKED THIS PLEASE REBLOG!!

The room was filled with a warm air and you and Din’s moans and whimpers, the hot, wet sensation of each other’s skin turning you on as the relentless sound of slapping skin never ceased to be heard, Din’s hole stretched by now after half an hour of non-stop fucking, yet he still wanted more, and you were gonna give that to him.

“Oh- fuck- Cyar’ika… you feel so good inside me- more- please-” he begged you, “Shh, it’s alright my sweetheart, you’re gonna get it, I love you” you said, your gentle words contrasted with the brutal pounding you were giving to his ass. You released the grip you had on his shoulder to touch his face, the face that rarely received touch from anyone but you, you were the one Din had chosen to have as an exception to his code, and all you could focus was the way his pretty brown eyes went when your swollen red tip rubbed his prostate for the thousandth time. How his mustache curved up everytime he let out a moan as your skin brushed lightly past it.

“Din- fuck- Din- you feel so good- fuck-” you praised, “fuck, you look so pretty like this, all sweaty with me inside you” your breathing speeding up, “Cyar’ika- I love you-” he hummed as his jaw clenched, “You close my love?” you asked him, his breathing was sharp and his eyes were closed, it was clear he was holding it in just for you, “Don’t hold it my love, cum for me, please, I need you to feel good,” you whispered into his ear as you heard moans and felt him clench hard around your cock as wetness splashed between your stomach, Din writhed and moaned.

You kept pounding him, your cock plunging in and out, you looked as you saw his gaping hole not even have time to close between thrusts, “Fuck- Din-” you tensed and stayed inside him as your orgasm ebbed closer, “Please- cum inside me baby- please-” he begged so sweetly, “Fuck- Din- I’m cumming..” you said as you uttered a guttural moan into Din’s hot, sweaty neck. You could hear his moans from what he felt from you cumming inside him, you stayed locked together. You were getting ready to pull out, but as soon as you pulled back you were met with a whimper of protest, “No- please- do it again-” Din begged, his begging being too convincing, you smirked, “Sweet little fuckable guy I got to be my boyfriend hm?” you teased as you went back to thrusting inside him.

You can hear the squelching noises from your cum now on top of the sound of slapping flesh, Din merely whimpers as you notice he was trying to say something, “H-harder-” was all he could say as you immediately followed his order, but he spoke yet again, voice just as shaky as before, “K-kiss me” he asked you as the pounding barely allowed him to speak normally, you immediately leaned in and kissed his soft, plump lips hungrily as his facial hair tickled your chin. You look down and see the cum all over your dick and around his hole. You noticed Din looking down as well, his eyes filled with lust from the sight of what you were doing with him, “You like it, Din, don’t you?” you asked devilishly,

“Y-yes-” he begged, his voice even shakier from the combination of how hard you were pounding him, how your dick brushed past his prostate each time, how you managed to string words together. “My beautiful sweet man…” you kept praising as you fucked his ass as hard you could, you caressed his cheek, his firm jawline now having turned into an open mouth that weaved moans and whimpers, “You’re so pretty, my love” you kept saying as you felt your orgasm close again,

“Fuck! Cy-Cyar’ika!! he screamed as he came again, walls fluttering around your dick as you dived in with one brutal thrust and came inside him, filling the man once again, you stopped and looked at each other as you panted. “Satisfied? Or more, my love?” you asked him, completely attune to his needs, just as he was to yours, “I’m good after this, Cyar’ika…” you kissed his forehead lovingly, he melted into your embrace, you licked up the puddle of cum from his stomach, two full loads and you moaned as you taste the sweet yet salty substance, he smiled as he saw you enjoy his seed, “Do we shower?” you ask him, going back to reality, “Can we take a nap first?” Din was exhausted after the way you had gone absolutely feral, primal on him, just fucking him relentlessly, he needed that. You personally were exhausted too, so you agreed, “Come on baby, on my chest” you smiled, “But, don’t you lay down on my chest too?” Din asked, “Well, I’m the one who blew your back out and bred you twice, come here” you roped him into your arms, the heat from his body immediately warming you up, “I love you so much Din” you told him, he already knew, but he liked having it reassured, “Me too” he replied with a smile before drifting off to sleep.

#din djarin #din djarin x male reader #din djarin smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #gay #x male reader #male reader #queer

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lowlights · 3 months

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Recalibration

Din Djarin x f!reader / 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, medical diagnosis, reader is not able to have kids, lots of feelings, insecurity and worry, Din being just the absolute sweetest, comfort, reader has a uterus but this can actually be read as a gn! reader I think.

Last year, a cancer diagnosis robbed me of the choice to have kids. It's been a journey to grieve and process this, even when I thought I might not have kids anyway. This story was written in response to an ask to @haylzcyon who gave me the permission and strength to write this. This is dedicated to that anon, and anyone else who has gone through something like this.

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You sat in a stunned silence outside the medcenter, wide-eyed and stone-faced. The people of the town bustled in front of you as they went about their day, buying fruits and textiles, laughing and arguing and living.

Rage boiled up inside of you. How could they just run their errands like everything was normal? Like your whole world hadn’t just been upended? The feeling was misplaced but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Anger was easier than the unnameable monster that was eating at you from the very pit of your stomach. You clenched your hands into fists, knuckles white and aching.

“That deal took much longer than I wanted, I’m sorr- what’s wrong?” Normally the shiny Mandalorian was hard to miss - unless he wanted to be invisible - but you hadn’t noticed him walk up beside you. His hand went to his belt as he glanced around the crowd, his other hand protectively gripping your shoulder.

His touch shocked you out of your resentment of the world. “No, it’s- nothing’s wrong, Mando. Can we go back to the ship? Now, please?” You inwardly cringed at how high your voice was as you tried your best to be fine, and you knew that he clocked it immediately as well.

With a silent nod, Mando guided you back to the ship that you both called home. His left hand never left the small of your back as he parted the crowds for you wordlessly. At first, you found comfort in his presence but dread slowly seeped into your bones as you realized that you were going to have to explain what the doctor had just told you.

Mando’s helmet was off almost before the door of the ship had whooshed closed. “Cyare, what’s wrong? What happened?” His deep brown eyes bore a hole into your soul, and as soon as his hands cupped your face you broke down in tears. The ugly sobs poured out even though you wished them back into your body with every ounce of your being.

“I-I just went in to get my meds refilled and get some more bacta patches for the ship, right? I hadn’t seen a doctor in a while so he ran some…some tests.” Mando nodded along even though he knew all of this already. His thumbs stroked your cheeks as he tried not to rush you. The worry was clear on his face, though. You needed to just spit it out.

“He said I can’t, well I shouldn’t…I can’t have kids, Din. I can’t give you kids. I’m s-so…I’m so sorry. And I didn’t even know I wanted to have kids but now I can’t. I’m so sorry.” You collapsed against him as the sobs returned. He immediately wrapped his arms around you. Stars above, he must be so upset. What if he was angry? What if he didn’t want to be with you now? All you could think was the worst.

Mando murmured sweet, soft things to you as he softly kissed the crown of your head. As your tears subsided you could make out what he was saying.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Please be alright, I love you.”

Your heart fully cracked open. “You’re not mad?” you asked with a shaky voice, finding the courage to look him in the eyes.

“Mad?” he asked quizically. “Why would I be mad?”

The assumptions you had made in your head spilled out of you.“You’re just…you’re such a good dad! And I can’t ever give you that. You deserve someone who can give you kids and the life that you want. I’m so sorry.”

“No!” Mando said firmly as he hugged you to his chest again. “Don’t apologize again. There is nothing to be sorry about.”

Relief rushed over you and you finally wrapped your hands around his waist. “Okay,” you whispered into the beskar chest plate. You stood there with him - your protector, your love, your Din - and said nothing as your breathing finally returned to normal. When you pulled back to look at him, you saw that his face was still twisted in worry.

“Are you- please, cyare, tell me if you’re well. Are you sick? Is it..is it bad?”

The realization that you had totally skipped over the why of this made you mentally kick yourself. “I’m fine! I’m- well, it’s not a terminal illness or anything. I’m so sorry- no, let me apologize for this,” you chided when he opened his mouth to protest. “It’s not something that will hurt me, so long as I don’t get pregnant. But I’m alright, physically I’m alright.”

Din felt his own relief with that reassurance and settled you both down on your shared cot so that you could fill him in on every detail. He held your hand the entire time and wiped away your tears when they came again, never rushing or prodding. When you were finally done explaining you looked at him with expectant eyes. What would he say now that he knew the finality of it all?

Din wasn’t a man of many words. This had certainly been the case when you met him, and he still was more likely to sit back and listen rather than speak. He cleared his throat and you held your breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is like to lose the choice to have children. But listen- we have a kid. We have Grogu. You’re my family. You’ve given me everything I could want.”

You bit your lip. “Swear?”

He nodded. “I swear. Down the line, if we want kids, we can adopt them as our own. I was a kid who needed a home, and so was Grogu. But as long as it’s the three of us, that’s all that matters.”

You believed him. The look in his eyes, the way he held you to him, the way he has always protected you with his life. You believed him.

Din kissed you, long and slow, and you melted into each other. “Speaking of, it’s time to go pick up Grogu from Greef. He’s probably destroyed his office by now,” he said with a chuckle. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you sighed. You knew you would be, even when it got hard again.

You both stood and Din led you by the hand to the cockpit. It was time to go pick up your child.

#din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #tw medical #tw medical diagnosis #tw fertility #tw pregnancy talk

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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stray. pt.4

joel miller! x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 4; as always reader being a bad bitch, guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, threats, torture, murder, deaths, s3xual @ssault (no r@pe) , mentions of r@pe, tension, arguing, cursing, anxiety, angst angst angst, loss, mourning, ptsd…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

“You’re not going.”

“But why?!” Ellie whines, shaking her hands. Exasperated.

“ ‘Cause you’d get me killed, brat.” you were packing on Larry’s house. You had a mission on the nearest city, a dirty job, but a good job. “Have you forgotten that you’re the most wanted kid in the entire world right now?” you ask her and she closes her mouth on a thin line. “Right.”

You roll your eyes, getting your water bottles and food to put them inside.

“It’s too dangerous even for you, y/n.” Larry says, sighing, tired. You two had been arguing about it for hours now.

“Larry. I’ve already tell you. If I get that motor for Maria she has promised to send us weekly food and resources. That could really help us out here, even more after this season…” you repeat, over and over again. He knows it’s a good deal. A deal you cannot pass on.

“But those men…” he tries, he really tries, but you are stubborn.

“Those men are nothing. I can take them.” you respond, and he doesn’t seem happy.

“No. Joel is going with you.” you look at him with a horrified look in your face. “Will you go with her. Joel?”

“No.”

“Sure.”

You look at him and he simply shrugs.

“FEDRA will be there.” you point out.

“I can use a cap.” you scoff.

“As if a cap would help you.”

“Believe me, they probably won’t even notice me. They’re mostly looking for Ellie, not me.” you sigh and Larry smiles, content. You hate him.

“If you die I’m leaving you behind.” you warn him and he nods.

“I hoped you would.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Here.” Larry gives him a knife already sharpened and ready to cut. “You have a gun, am I right?” Joel nods and pats his back. “Okay. This mission needs to be quick. You get in there at night. Put them down slowly, no struggling and no shooting unless is necessary. We don’t want them to notice you’re there. You get the motor and you run, I’ll have Blair waiting for you with a car ready to get you back home, alright?”

“I still find it unfair. So he can go and I can’t?” Ellie whines and you give her a look that makes her cross her arms and huff, sitting back on Larry’s dinning table and taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

“Okay. I’m ready.” you say, hiding the last of your daggers on your ankles and wrists.

Joel takes his back and you two leave the house after having said your goodbyes. You had promised Lizzy to come back soon, in the mean time, she’ll have Ellie, since she’ll be staying with Larry.

You don’t talk to him, you hate it when people mess with your plans or things. You worked better off alone.

He followed you out of town and through the gates, the beep of the alarm on your backs letting you know it was newly locked.

Joel got on your left, and just tagged along. “We need to go up north a little bit and go right on the woods. Then we’ll get to the city. The most dangerous zone is a couple of km from here. There have been spotted various clickers.”

“Is there a way to avoid them?” he inquired.

“Sadly no. The safest way is right now completely occupied by a rebellion against FEDRA. They are really aggressive and don’t like outsiders.” you said.

“Tell me about it…” he muttered, remembering the first time Ellie and him were attacked while trying to get though one of those cities by car. “Well, it just means we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Just keep your eyes open and don’t stand on my way.”

He cocked his gun in a swift move.

“Copy that.”

“You got it?” you whispered, his arms extended and eyes focused on a stray infected on your way. You had walked around 2km and reached the dangerous and restricted zone. In a blink the infected was down. Shot straight to the head.

“I got it.”

Joel and you hadn’t talked much, only when necessary. It was normal. This silence in between the two of you. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You didn’t know either. Did you even want to?

He was a good fighter, not like you had suspected of their almost death the first time you had met him. He had a great stance, great aim. Maybe the fear of Ellie getting hurt had gotten the best of him. But that had been a mistake that could have cost him everything. Although you could understand.

“Let’s go.” he said, going to take a step forward, but before he could, you were dragging him backwards and in a quick movement pressing him against the wall. The building was cold and dark, creaks could be heard every now and then, and the paper of the walls was falling apart. Some bits stuck to his jacket. “What-“

You pressed a hand to his mouth, your eyes never meeting his but the door next to the both of you. Joel’s eyes did the same, and his chest got stuck in a new breath when he finally heard it. You were tightly pressed against him, trying to not be seen. The big heavy steps came closer, the sound of rotten flesh shifting with every thud. The bloater came into your point of view and you gritted your teeth.

Motherfuckers. You hated them. Every and each one of them. More than any type of infected. It had been a long time since you had seen one. A year to be exact. You knew it wasn’t the same bloater that had tore apart Laura. It couldn’t be. But you felt your blood rush, boil, the need to destroy him just like he had destroyed your most important person in the world.

But with that rage came too the fear. The panic. Your body froze, and your limbs shook. The images of that ominous day coming to your mind like flowing acid water that left you with a knot on your throat.

Joel placed a hand over yours when he felt them tense against his chest. You looked at him due to the recent touch, his eyes stare into yours. Soft brown and caramel touch. ‘Breathe’, you could read on them. ‘I’ll kill them. All of them.’ he could read on yours, your mind strong against your body, who seemed to be about to fall apart.

That silence again. A full out loud conversation made just with stares.

‘It’s not worth it.’ he shook his head, pointing out the obvious danger. Where a bloater goes a million clickers could appear.

You let go of his mouth when you could no longer hear it. It had gotten lost in the building once again, away from you. His hand was still on yours, his heartbeat bellow your palm. He was alive. He was here. You were not alone. This was not the past. Laura was dead. Joel was alive.

You got away from him as if he was burning and you were gasoline, about to combust.

He was alive. You were not alone.

That made your blood run cold, freeze in your veins and make you ache. Bitter and sweet, like lemonade on a fresh cut.

“Let’s go.” you said, and he looked at you, when you were about to walk away taking you from your hand and making you stop.

“Let’s go through the fire scape.” he pointed at the windows, where you could see the steps and stairs.

“It could fall apart. The erosion could have bitten it apart.” you said, and he pursed his lips, thinking.

“Could be. But if we continue we’ll meet the bloater again.” he argued and you rolled your eyes.

“Then we’ll kill it.” you said, and he gave you an stern look.

“It’s a suicide. We’re only two and with mere guns. We won’t be able to take it down.” you fight against his grip, as if you could prove a point, make him believe you were strong enough to take it alone. “y/n.” he said your name, and your body froze. “You’re still hurt. We can’t take the risk.” he said, and for once, you listened, ‘cause you muscles lost their tension and your skin softened under his touch. “Let’s try the fire scape.” you looked at him for what it seemed to be hours.

Follow me. Trust me. I’m here.

Your throat was aching to say fight more, stubborn as always. But you knew he was speaking the truth, and you had to take it even if it hurt your heart. Even if you couldn’t get your vengeance today.

“Fine. But if you fall it’s all your fault.” you said and he scoffed, letting you go as he walked towards the window that led to the fire scape and opened it. “You go first. I don’t have to die too for your stupidity.” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As you wish.” he shrugged and stepped outside, the fire scape not making even a sound. It was perfectly stable. “Told you so.” he smiled, cockily. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up and move.” you said as you crossed the window to the other side and followed him.

The night quickly fell on your shoulders, and the city welcomed you with the remains of its busting energy. There were only a few people left on the streets, probably late workers getting ready to get home after an exhausting day.

You gave him a nod towards a hidden alley and he followed you with now his gun on hand. You managed to slowly open the door to the building where the motor was supposed to be stored, using a clip that has been seating on your hair. Joel was impressed, but again, this was a really hard world, and you learned things to adapt to it.

You slowly creaked open the door, gun looking right, then left. Clear.

Joel closed it behind his back when you waved your hand, stepping in. You cocked your head towards the right and started walking. The hallways were dark, dusty and old with multiple doors that you passed by as quickly and as carefully as you could, checking then one by one.

It was not long before you found the motor, after five minutes of searching room by room. It was in what it seemed to be an storage/meeting room, a really big one, with tables and a couple of sofas on the left. There were guns and bookcases and…

Next thing you knew, there was an arm around your neck. You choked, fighting the person that had attacked you. You heard Joel grunting at your back.

“Got him!” a male voice said, and you groaned as they dragged you further into the room, a girl snatched your gun away from you with a kick.

“Not as pretty as the one I’ve got.” the male at your back laughed, and your wrists were grabbed with his free and big hand, fingers digging on your skin and bruising it up. Your tries to kick him again were in vain, because in just a matter of seconds you were on the floor, his body pressing against you and making it hard to breath. The arm that surrounded your neck had retracted, his hand pushing your face against the floor. “Such a pretty little thing…” he smiled, and your heart jumped, a moan of pain leaving your lips when he tugged on your hair, bringing your face closer to him.

Joel was at your right, in the same position as you, fighting the buffer man on top of him.

“Don’t touch her!” he said, but he got kicked on the face by a blonde hair, breaking up his lip with her combat boot. Joel hissed and she laughed.

“You really thought it could be that easy? Get in here and walk right out?” she scoffed, taking a step closer to you and kneeling just the slightest to catch your face in between his fingers, fiercely digging her nails on your skin. “Who do you work for?” she asked, and you simply spat on her face, making her close her eyes and fall silent for a couple of seconds before she smirked, looking at you with malice in her eyes.

“Bob.” he simply said, and you had to watch as the man on top of Joel took his head and bashed it against the floor, making a breech open on his forehead.

“No!” you screamed, but you got silenced with a punch so strong that made your ears ring.

“Hey! Don’t touch her face! I want her all pretty for me later.” the man pinning you to the floor said, and the girl stood up, a golf stick now shinning brightly in between her hands.

“You bitch…” you said, and she smiled.

“Better watch what you say… Wouldn’t want your boyfriend here to pay for it, right?” she teased, and swung at his ribs, making his face contort in pain and a groan leave his lips. “Who. do. you. work. for?” she asks, Joel this time, and he doesn’t answer. “Fine.” she swung again, but this time he hit his head, blood pouring on his skin.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!!!!” you screamed at the guy pinning you down, fighting him off as she got Joel’s ribs, making him scream in pain. “Fuck!!!!!”

“I love the tough ones. Always the ones that cry the hardest on bed.” he said, and once again banged your head against the floor. “Should I make it quick?” he said, and Joel glared at him. “Maybe I could even do it right here, in front of your little friend. I bet he would love that, huh?” he said with a smirk, and you felt your skin crawl when his tongue met your neck, sucking there ‘till you hissed.

“I’ll fucking kill-“

Your eyes widened when Joel was cut off by another swing to the head.

You screamed when he slumped against the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the wound on his forehead, which got bigger. “You’re gonna fucking die!” your gaze was strong, your words directed to the girl that now walked towards you with an amused smirk on her face. “Fucking bitch, I’m gonna-“

But you moaned in pain when she kicked you on your side, three times, making you curl on yourself and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What did you say? You ‘want me to kill him’?” she mocked you, cocking her head, stepping back towards Joel.

“Finish him off, already, Jade. We’ve got things to do.” the brunette girl that had kicked your gun away and now stood guarding the door said, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“You’re always so fucking boring, Ray. You never let me have fun.” she pouted.

“Joel, wake up.” you said, fighting to get away, trying to make him come back to you and live. “ WAKE THE FUCK UP!” you screamed, your breathing ragged.

Your blood was rushing through your veins, burning you from the inside out. Your whole body trembled and shook.

“Yeah. That’s right. Watch the little rat die. I promise you will be right behind, pretty girl.” the boy on your back said, whispering and kissing your ear. You felt the urge to vomit. “But we’ll have a little bit of fun before though, what do you think, hm?” your eyes landed on the gun scattered just a couple inches away from you. “I promise I’ll be good to you…” he said, one of his hands now leaving your head and pulling aside the neck of your shirt to reveal more skin, his hips grinding against your ass.

Big fucking mistake.

“I won’t.” you spat and with a quick movement for your leg you rolled on yourself, hit his legs that straddled you. He lose balance, falling at your right. With a quick swift of your hand you had your dagger in hand the one that had been hiding on the ankles of your pant and that now you dug on the neck of the asshole that had been touching you just mere seconds ago.

He let out a scream that soon turned into a gurgling mess of blood and gasps that couldn’t fill his lungs.

“Axel!” Ray was quick to react, gun and hand and finger pulling the trigger to shoot at you, but you dodged it by rolling on the floor.

Her body was the next one to hit the floor, your dagger perfectly placed in between her two eyebrows. She was lying in a pool of her own blood by the time you got to your gun, but you groaned when one of the last two standing shoot at it and pushed it away from your reach.

You stood up as quickly as you could dodging multiple of missed bullets. You went straight to the guy, that had been pinning Joel to the floor and that now stood on his feet, your legs aching at the effort.

“Finish that rat off!” he screamed at his blonde friend as he recharged his gun. He groaned and struggled with you as you fought for his gun once once you’ve taken a hold on it —a little trick you had learned years ago— twisting it to dodge a new bullet. He almost had it, though you were quicker than him and, once your eyes had found it lying in the floor not far away from you, you took ahold on a bat with nails that you supposed they had used to beat the shit out of others like you. It was the divine intervention that you needed.

At this point blood was decorating your skin in little freckles. A painting of death and revenge in the hands of the wrong artist. You were still thirsty for it, you were on the hunt for more. You couldn’t see, only red and the ghost of his bodies. Rage was taking ahold on you. Mind was turning blank.

Your veins screamed for death.

The nails dug on the side of his face as you swung, his eyes rolling back as his jaw falling slack. You could see some of them sticking through his cheek and onto his mouth.

You were sure to have hit the brain once he had fallen on his knees as you pulled from it, brain matter decorating your shoes. You took his gun, and with a quick twist of your body, you shot the last girl standing —which was the one who had been beating Joel with a golf stick— on the stomach before she could give him the final blow.

“Fucking bitch!” she groaned in pain, hands falling to the bleeding hole on his body.

You shot her again, this time to both his legs, making her fall, the golf stick clinking onto the floor. You were going to shoot again, somewhere that would hurt but not kill her yet, but the gun had ran out of bullets. You clicked your tongue and threw it aside, making a dent on the wall at your right.

You almost felt the need to laugh when you saw her crawling her way to the emergency door in the room, away from you and Joel’s semi-unconscious body, who slowly came back to his senses.

Your steps were the only sound filling the room as you approached her, her heavy breathing and pants adding to the melody of an incoming death.

You were gonna bash her fucking skull in.

When you got to her, you kicked her hard on the stomach, winning new stains on your dusty jeans. Maybe you’d leave them. Maybe you’d grow fond of them. Let’s see how many more you’d get after you were done with her.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving with every puff of air you could get, though no oxygen seemed to be enough for your body, for your dizzy and gone mind.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

The scream that she left when you kicked her once again could made anyone shiver, but not you.

I’ll kill them. All of them.

She was finally on her back, bleeding out on your feet. And if you were someone else, you would have felt mercy. But you were just you.

So you rose the bat and swung, blood splattering all over your face and clothes when you did it again, and again, and again…

Your arms hurt, your lungs burned, your body shook…

She was already dead. But it was not enough.

No. Not this time. This time I’ll be strong enough. This time I won’t be left alone. This time he won’t die. Joel won’t die. Not him. Not again. Not like Laura did. He won’t…

And suddenly you could breath, strong arms surrounding you from the back and stopping you with force. You fought back his grip, his hushing, his soft voice promising that you were okay. That he was okay.

He could see it in your eyes. That fear. The same fear that he had fought for decades. The same demons.

He had seen them take a hold on you while you fought, he had seen you lost yourself on the blood.

“It’s okay.” he muttered, and you hands let go of the bat, your eyes fixed on the corpse in front of you, completely unrecognizable, your crimson hands, your messy clothes… “y/n.” he called out your name and your eyes swelled with tears that you fought to not let show… Your palms burned due to the friction of the wood, blisters rising up on the skin.

His eyes found yours when he turned you around and away from the bodies that you had left behind, trying to get you to focus on him.

He too had been through this. Through this rage, through this mourning and need for blood.

“I’m here.” he said, and just in case, repeated his words, slower, softer. “I’m here.” you slowly let him bring you into his arms, your cheek pressed against his heart, where you made sure that it was true. He was here. He was okay. He was alive. You were not alone.

And Joel made as if he had not noticed the way your hands had clutched and fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

The look that Blair has given you when you had taken the motor back to the car was…, well it was an understatement.

She tried to make your eyes meet hers, gaze digging holes on your body. But you were too gone to say something. Too deep inside your head to be able to speak. You were staring at the nothingness, at the blood on your hands.

You didn’t recall the way back to the town, nor how you had ended up on the back along with Joel, who silently looked at you and made sure you were okay. You had always been silent, but this time it was different. You were as still as a corpse, your eyes lost and hands trembling every now and then. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what was the right thing to do, the right thing to bring you back to the present, ‘cause it was obvious you were caught in between it and the so painful past that you always avoided.

The doors made a beep that let the car in as they opened and closed shut behind it, securing you inside. You were back home. You were safe. But were you? Was the person on your left safe for you?

Joel’s face was a mess. Busted lip, a cut on his right cheek that had already stopped bleeding, swelling eye, bleeding forehead… He had cuts all over his arm, the same arms in which you had been in between just a mere hours ago. The same arms that had made sure to stop you from falling apart.

“What the hell happened?!!” Larry was quick to approach the two of you in the middle of the night, being drawn by the noise of the car, flashlight on hand. Ellie was right behind, fully awake. It seems that she hadn’t been able to sleep at all, not when you and Joel weren’t around, when she wasn’t ‘safe’.

Ellie froze when she looked at you, Larry with eyes shot open. You were bathed in blood, new deaths weighing your body.

You didn’t look at them.

Joel explained, explained that you and him had been caught with your guards down, that the mission had went wrong before you had fixed it. Before you had killed all that people…

Larry took your face between his hands and you looked at him. His eyes were concerned, his hands inspecting for new wounds, for danger. You were okay. It wasn’t your blood. Then, he hugged you. He hugged you so hard you almost couldn’t breath. You were like a ghost in between his arms. Lifeless, lost. You mind had too much to think about, your mouth too little to say.

Ellie didn’t move. She couldn’t. Didn’t know how to react, how to move or talk. She could breath when Larry had promised that you were okay, that everything was okay. But her hands were shaking, and a pang of pain crossed your chest in fear that it was because of you. Was she scared? Had you finally become the same monster that had killed your family…, your friends?

The apartment was too cold. So cold you were freezing under your sticky clothes. Larry had made sure the three of you were back inside, secured, still shaken up by the thought that he could have almost lost you, lost a daughter.

That was when you started to move. Your feet unable to stop.

You didn’t know where you were going until your hands were on the handle to Laura’s door, didn’t even realized you had finally opened it after a year of solitude —or ignoring it was even there— too fearful to try and step inside.

Ellie, Larry and Joel were looking at you. Frozen in place, unable to move or speak as you closed the door at your back and buried yourself on your best friend for the longest time after her death.

It smell so much like her it made your eyes water. Her paintings and sketches all over the walls. Polaroids decorating the empty spaces, photos pf the two of you when everything was perfect —as perfect as it could be in a world like this—. Books left unfinished where left at the feet of her bed, her night table still had her favorite one left open on her favorite page. Alice in wonderland.

Your heart plummeted with your body on her bed, on her unmade bed that felt like giving her a hug, like having her close. That smelled like the stupid citrus stupid shampoo he used for her curly hair…

Your hands tugged on one of her pillows, your body curling around it trying to find her. Trying to find her warmth, her own beating heart. But you only could feel your own, your own shattering one.

You were staining the sheets with blood. Destroying that already broken place that you had been to scared to walk into. But you couldn’t care less. ‘Cause maybe that’s what would make you finally clean them up and put them inside her wardrobe, which peeked open at your right. Maybe…, this new blood could make you move on, even if it hurt.

You closed your eyes, ignoring the stickiness of your body, the weight of your drenched clothes, and cried. Cried in the silence that she had left behind, cried in the fear that had caved in you today after years of fearless guts.

For the first time in a year you had been scared. Scared of this world. Scared of a new death. Scared of your heart breaking again.

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This is the Way

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: smut, romance, minors dni

word count: 1.7k

summary: It can be hard to understand Din and his creed, but the two of you try to make it work anyway.

warnings: oral (receiving), piv, creampie, use of a blindfold (helmet is off but the rest is covered), mild choking, slightly possessive!din, mild breeding kink, multiple orgasms, soft!din

a/n: I originally posted this about wanting to write reader moaning 'this is the way' as din comes inside and after seeing the excitement it generated I decided to actually go on and write it. I want to thank @pedropascalsx @redahlia-writes and @batdarkladyvampir for convincing me that this is what the world needed lmaodfvdf

You’re not a Mandalorian, not even in the slightest. So when circumstances force you to partner up with one, you’re not really sure how to behave. You don’t quite understand their beliefs, but as Din explains more and more about it —seeing that he’s passionate— you try your best to understand. It is hard. Especially when your feelings for each other end up being more than just comradery. You’ve never seen his face, nor felt his skin. You’ve only felt the stretch of his cock.

Still, you don’t mind. This is his belief, his creed. He’s a good man and does his best to understand you, it’s only common sense that you do the same.

The first time you heard it, you had to suppress your giggle behind your hand. This is the way, he had said to another Mandalorian. the Armorer, Din had told you. Both of them looked at you —what you assumed— judgementally but it was hard to tell with only a visor glaring at you.

You weren’t sure what made it so humorous to you. Truly, you didn’t. But soon it became a habit of teasing Din about it. Whenever he did anything that put you in inconvenience you would utter the words: This is not the way. Or there were moments he put himself in front of you to shield you from harm —in some terrifying moments he even begged you to leave him behind— then the sentence would come out angrily as a reminder: This is not the way, I won’t leave you.

Din never remarked on it. He didn’t seem bothered, sometimes he would stiffen but was quick to loosen up when he saw your teasing smile.

“Di—in”, you whimper, voice breaking. “Don’t stop,”

You see nothing but darkness. The itchy fabric of Din’s scarf makes the skin around your eyes itch uncontrollably. But it’s hard to care when his tongue is between your folds, licking at your clit enthusiastically. Reaching out, you grab a fistful of his hair and tug him closer. He obliges with a grunt. You feel him drawing your aching clit between his lips and sucking around it. Your thighs tighten around his head. With your hips slightly lifting off of the cot, you attempt to grind against him but stop at the last second. Your mouth is full of unwanted saliva, pleasure, and lust buzzing in your veins like a drug.

“Do it,” you hear him groan into your sex, his voice thick with lust and a hint of amusement. “Use me. Do whatever you want, I’ll take whatever you give me,”

“Maker…Din,” A breath mixed with a chuckle falls from your lips. “I don’t even know how to speak anymore,”

Din hums and kissed your folds as if he would your actual lips. His tongue sneaks between them, his lips moving along them slowly—tenderly. The scruff of his cheeks provides a pleasant tingle as it chafes against the delicate skin of your thighs. You whisper his name like a prayer and start to grind against him. Your eyes roll back, the reverberations of his groans sending another jolt of pleasure throughout your body.

With the newly found ache, your fingers twitch and you let go of his hair. Your chest stutters as you desperately search for a place to hold on. The tips of your fingers feel numb.

Then you feel something warm and leathery curl between your fingers, stabilizing your frantic movements. You sigh with the feeling of Din’s fingers interlacing with yours, he pulls you down closer, his tongue drawing quick circles around your clit. Your back arches as you surrender yourself completely to him. Your lower body quivers uncontrollably, your jaw locked with bliss.

Din draws your orgasm out of you steady and slow, his fingers never part from you— He even helps you when he feels your need to roll your hips against him. When that happens he simply pulls and pushes, forcing the sway of your hips as he moves his mouth up and down your folds. Stars burst beneath your eyelids. Your body jolts and quakes, he never once falters as you soak him, your insides clench.

His tongue and mouth feel amazing but you ached to be filled. Din slowly peels his fingers away from you, kissing the inside of your thighs one by one as he parts away. Your hips jerk without prompt, feeling slightly alert when his heat disappears, you raise your head.

“Din?”

“Don’t worry I’m here,” you hear his low, breathy, chuckle. “Just admiring you,”

“How about you fuck me instead?” You grin.

A loud gasp tears from your throat when he notches the fat head of his cock at your entrance and keeps himself still. You can feel his eyes on you, eating you up to the bone. You reach out for his face, you can’t find it first but he leans down, allowing you to caress his cheek. You still wonder what he might look like.

“Please don’t tease me, Din.”

You feel him smiling. He nuzzles the inside of your palm, his lips kissing the heel of your hand.

“Yeah, okay,”

Din sets a brutal pace right from the get-go. His hands squeeze your hips, he groans as he rams into you again and again. Your mind blacks out. He feels so good inside, your body reaching a new panel of euphoria. Your hand drops away from his cheek, in a blissful state of frenzy, you grab your tits and squeeze them, the pads of your thumbs brushing against your nipples. His cock throbs, his breathing uneven and heavy. He pushes your hands out of the way, his lips and mouth replacing your thumb. The tip of his tongue drags sloppily across your breasts, lavishing them with wet kisses and loud groans.

“Gonna come,” he grunts with clenched teeth. “Where– Where?”

“Inside,”

You don’t know what prompted you to say it; it could’ve been the pleasure fogging your mind, or it could’ve been something entirely else. You don’t know.

Din comes with your name blossoming on his lips, your chest heaves as he spills into you. You feel nice, warm, and safe. His hips slow into a grinding motion and his teeth sink into the swell of your breast.

“This is the way.”

It’s a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. You don’t realize what you’ve moaned aloud until he stills completely, a question blurting from his lips.

“What?”

Your heart nearly leaps from your chest, your eyes bugging out underneath the blindfold. You would’ve covered your mouth if your body hadn’t been simmering in pleasure at that very moment.

“Din, I’m so sorry—” you speak quickly, panic and fear closing up your throat. “I–I swear I didn’t mean it that way. It just…It kinda came out. I wasn’t trying to mock—”

“You…You, did you just say this is the way?” he’s still breathless from his orgasm. The way his voice drops makes you clench around him, he hisses and pushes deeper. “Fuck—You actually said that while I was coming inside,”

It’s phrased as a question but it’s not. Another meek sorry falls from your damp lips. You think he’s angry but he’s not, quite the contrary, Din feels a sense of accomplishment. However, he’s confused as to why he feels that way. His cock twitches with interest and he looks down. He takes a sharp inhale when he sees how wet everything is; your pretty pussy glistening and his cock shining, the sheets underneath dark with you and him.

This is the way, you had said, just as he was fucking you full of himself. This is the way.

He knows you have trouble understanding, he appreciates you trying anyway. But you saying that when the two of were conjoined both emotionally and physically— It proves to him that you understand it more than he had thought, more than you had thought.

“Din?” you call out, when his gaze drops he feels a sense of guilt for leaving you hanging. He can see the pinch of your brows peeking above the makeshift blindfold, the corners of your lips quivering with worry.

Instead of saying anything, Din pulls out and tugs you with him until you’re both outside of the narrow cot. His fingers curl around your throat and his lips touch your ear.

“I’m not mad,” he says in one breath, the length of his cock movies between your soaked folds. “You have no idea what you just did to me, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore,”

You moan at his words and your head falls to his shoulder, exposing more of your neck. The trust you put in him —combined with the use of his creed’s saying— makes something inside of him snap. His hand remains on your throat as his arm snakes around your waist, his cock slides into you with ease.

“You’re full of me,” he states. His fingers twitch above your stomach. “I’m going to fill you up even more,”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Your world spins as he ruts into you, slick and cum threading down your thighs. He’s a man unhinged, hips moving at an incredible speed and velocity while at the same time holding you up. Your lower back bends at the way he forces you to arch for him. Your fingers brush against the knuckles of the hand that’s around your throat.

“Say it again,” he growls. “Say it, mesh’la.”

“This is the way,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. You feel his whole body shaking, wet noises fill the ship. “This is the way, this is the way, this is the way—!”

Your back nearly snaps into two as your second orgasm rushes up and down your body. With a whimper, your hands reach back to his head and tug at his hair. Din, in contrast with himself before, kisses your shoulder, tongue gently moving around the skin and tasting you. A second later you realize that he’s pulsing deep inside you, spilling into you for the second time today.

You sigh heavenly, and his lips move along the slope of your shoulder.

“This is the way,” he murmurs, voice swelling with emotion.

“This is the way,” you repeat, still not sure what it was that got him so enamored. It isn’t the first time you’ve said it.

Din turns you around, your chest flushed against his chest plate, you feel his lips on your right eye first, then your left. Then he moves to your lips, his kiss soft and tender. You smile.

It isn’t your first time using the saying, and you don’t understand, but you will.

Eventually.

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Hello! I have one interesting idea for you 🐱

How about if Sebastian Michaelis is in love with the music and astrology teacher who comes to teach Ciel (he is kind, but not stupid. He himself realized that Sebastian is not a human). ->

One rainy evening, Y/N and Sebastian are making cookies or something sweet for the others, it could be something like a fluff (sfw) . Cute ~

If you don't like the idea, then skip it! I wish all the best!o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Written in the stars

Sebastian Michaelis x male astrologist/music teacher reader.

Sfw/fluff

I hope you like it this is my first time doing something like this

As a music teacher for the nobles you knew a few things you knew the gossip the idle chat and you knew what was meant to be, you knew all these things after all they are written in the stars all things considered you knew that there were other things out there supernatural “things” I mean you were never the naive type but you had never met any supernatural being well that was until you went to the phantomhive resident, you were there to give music instructions to the young earl as you arrived something felt off but you ignored it as you were soon greeted by a man you assumed was the butler “ welcome to the phantomhive residence sir L/n” the black haired male spoke with his signature closed eye smile “glad you could have me” I spoke trying to be as polite as I could “but of course you are the best music teacher around” the man spoke showing his red eyes, as soon as I seen his ruby red eyes I knew that he was in fact not a human and by the look on his face he knew that I seen through his secret “well look at the Time we must not dwell around you have lessons with my young master after all” the demon spoke “indeed I do” the demon soon turned around and showed me to the earl, once we arrived to the arts room I was greeted by a Ciel holding a violin “shall we get started I spoke” “we shall” ciel spoke while y/n was teaching Ciel how to play the violin Sebastian was checking the shorter male out looking at him in aw as the male played the violin Sebastian felt entranced by the humans beauty but more than that his talent and before he knew it the lessons where over “you have gotten better” I spoke “indeed I have” Ciel spoke feeling proud of himself, right as I was about to leave I heard Ciel say “would you like to stay for tea and cookies?” It took a second for me to process “I don’t see why not I have nothing else on my schedule” as I said that I could have sworn I seen Sebastian smile widely “well then I should go get started on it right away my lord”

“Yes they are”

Sebastian spoke “I can help if you would like after all my family has a lot of bakers” “that would be great” ciel said making it obvious he just has a sweet tooth, as me and Sebastian start to walk towards the kitchen he speaks “what type of cookies would you like to make?” “Hmm how about f/c they are really good for rainy days and everyone will love them” “that sounds like a lovely idea” “thank you” you gave him a smile and walked into the kitchen leaving the demon a blushing mess as you start to look around grabbing ingredient and setting them down on the table you try to get the flour off the top shelf when suddenly you hear “do you need some help” “that would be really nice” you say blushing with embarrassment, you and Sebastian get started on making the cookies “so do you have a partner?” The demon asks trying to break the silence “no, no I do not” I say thinking about Sebastian “oh well would you like to go out on a date with me then” the black haired male asked “I would really like that” right as I finished my sentence the timer for the cookies ringed “well looks like they are done” Sebastian said “yep!” I said enthusiastically, sebastian and I took the cookies too the dinning room where I see three clumsy people breaking things and a annoyed looking Ciel “cookies?” I said trying to lighten the mood, after Ciel took a few cookies I was soon attacked by three people who I found out where called finny, mey rin, and bardroy they all started to ask for a cookie so I caved in and the next thing I know they where all gone “I saved you one” I said to Sebastian as I handed him a cookie “thank you” he said smiling I looked at the time it was 8:23 and it was getting dark “thank you for having me” I spoke as I walked out to my carriage, on my way out sebastian stopped me “don’t forget about our dinner” he whispered in my ear giving me a closed eye smile “I won’t” I replied smiling ear to ear

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Aliit ori’shya tal’din | Din Djarin x Adopted!Reader

summary: Aliit ori’shya tal’din: Family is more than blood

warnings: reader was abandoned at birth so all the things that come with that. A little sad but mostly fluff I swear. Also I use Djarin as his first name because I can lmao. Ngl I totally thought his name was Din but its not and that's how it be.

a/n: hi!! Okay so when I saw that scene I knew I had to write something for it. This fic is very personal to me and I just want to express that I am writing from my own personal experience of being adopted. The feelings that I felt and some of the things that I think. That being said please understand that I do not speak for the experiences of everyone who is adopted. We've all had our different experiences and the trauma is not the same. Anyways I really hope you enjoy this fic <3

Peace.

For the first time in a long time, you felt at peace. The small cabin in Nevarro was perfect. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a home that wasn’t a ship. For years you had been running from city to city. Picking up a few odd jobs just in order to survive. Until you met Din Djarin and Grogu.

That asshole Mandalorian came in and wrecked havoc at the tavern you were working at and killed your best customer. You didn’t hesitate to chew him out, not even the pistol in his hand scared you.

He liked that.

The life of a bounty hunter Mandalorian was a lonely one and it often meant that he had to take care of every problem that arose. It was just supposed to be a one time gig. He needed someone who knew the planet and you needed money. But when the bounty was captured and you helped him drag the body back to his ship he changed his mind. Inviting you to stay with him in exchange for credits and a place to live.

You’d be a fool not to accept. So you did. You took his hand and ran. Hopping from bounty to bounty and discovering every corner of the galaxy. He showed you things you could only dream of, and gave you the life you always wished for.

Din Djarin was so much more than just a Mandalorian. For every moment he was ruthless and cold, he was caring and sweet. He became your kar'ta, your heart and you his cyar’ika.

Then you found the kid and somehow your already crazy life got even crazier. But now it’s over, well not over. Bounty hunting was still going to be your life but now it was for the New Republic.

“Din Grogu!” You shake your head as you look outside the window and see him harassing a few frogs that sit by the pond outside of the cabin. He drops the frogs and turns his head towards you, babbling cutely. Letting out a sigh you walk outside and sit next to him.

“You’re bored aren’t you.” He coos in agreement and looks back to the poor frogs.

“I know, but your father will return soon.” Normally he gets to come with him on his hunts but the latest bounty was far too dangerous and considering you were healing from the last bounty, it was decided for you and Grogu to stay.

“Why don’t we go into town and pick up some fresh food?” His wide eyes look up at you and he nods his little head.

Though he’s old enough to walk on his own, you bring the carrier anyways. Just in case he gets tired. The trip takes longer than you meant it to. With Grogu wanting to stop and eat every colorful thing he saw. You couldn’t say no to him though, you’d give that kid the world if he asked.

Soon night fell and with no sign of Djarin you knew that Grogu would be disappointed. He watches the window, his ears moving just a bit as if he’s listening for that starfighter.

“Din..” You call and he lets out a small patu. He responded to his full name and just Grogu, but sometimes when you called for Din both of your boys would turn their heads. Smiling, you pick him up and take him outside.

“You really love that name.” Setting him down you watch as he wanders towards an empty area just beside the bond.

Plopping onto the ground and laying on his back. Star gazing, oh you love to star gaze. You saw the stars all the time during your travels, you should be sick of them by now. But the view of the stars from the planet’s surface is something else. There’s blues and purples and stars that shone white, blue, and orange. It’s breathtaking and beautiful and it makes you feel like you could just breathe.

“I’m just like you.” The ground is warm as you lie next to him. He tilts his head, his big eyes staring at you in confusion. He climbs into your arms and cuddles into your side.

“My parents, well I’m not sure where they are now.”

Tatoonie was your home planet. When you were just a baby you were left. Alone. Just a scared little kid, crying and too young to truly understand what was happening. You don’t remember any of it but maybe that’s a good thing. You were found wrapped in a scrap of nice, warm fabric and taken in.

The people who found you, your family, they took you in and raised you as their own. When you were old enough they told you what happened. Even gave you the scraps that you were found in.

Like Grogu you were adopted. You don’t know much about his past. Apparently he was 50 years old but he didn’t speak and acted like a child. All you knew is that you loved him and he was yours and Djarins.

“I was adopted as a baby,” "Staring at the sky you watch as a star falls, leaving a brilliant white trail,

“Do you ever think about your parents?” You ask him. He only babbles in response.

“I do. Not very often but sometimes when it’s late and I can’t sleep.” He moves his head closer to you and you wrap your arm closer to him.

“But it’s weird right, because they’re my parents but they aren’t my family.” They gave you life and you will be forever grateful for that, but they aren’t your family. Sometimes you wonder why, why they left you. Why couldn't they take care of you? If they even wanted you, but you never let yourself get too far down that spiral.

There’s a phrase in Mando’a. Aliit ori’shya tal’din. Family is more than blood. Family is the child in your arms and the handsome Mandalorian who would lay down his life for you. Family are the ones who take care of you and love you no matter what. This is your family.

“I know you love your father and he loves you so much.” Sitting up you set Grogu in your lap. Admiring his adorable face.

“If you ever begin to doubt your place in this world, know that you belong with us. Jedi or Mandalorian. You are our family.” He coos and reaches his tiny hands for you.

“Never doubt how much you mean to us little one.” Closing your eyes you gently rest your forehead against his.

His hand reaching for your face. He lets out a small squeal at the sound of a very familiar ship zooming past the cabin. He’s home. Standing up you wipe the dust from your pants, watching as the ship lands closely and a very familiar figure appears from the cockpit. His little legs can only go so fast but once he gets close enough he launches himself at his father.

“Welcome home my kar'ta,” You hum happily as he presses his helmet to your forehead.

“I missed you cyar’ika.” He sounds tired as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“We missed you too.” He hums happily as he guides you back to the cabin. He promised that it would be a good amount of downtime before the next bounty which meant plenty of time for just the three of you.

Your Mandalorian, your child. Your family.

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5 Tips for Completing Your NaNoWriMo Novel Draft

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Freewrite, a 2022 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a dedicated drafting device designed just for writers, free of distractions. Today, comedian/writer Natalie Kim and Freewrite staff member Colin Butts share a few tips for helping you reach the end of your first draft this November:

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1. Make it a ritual

For NaNoWriMo in November 2020 I committed to writing after dinner, no matter what. Once my butt sank into our cat-scratched chair, my fingers immediately danced across my Freewrite keyboard and did not stop until I hit 1000 words. A car filled with clowns could have crashed into my living room and I would continue typing.

Also, there is no question that writing on the Freewrite helped me reach 50,000+ words. Had I used my laptop to write I would have 50+ browser tabs open, searching for “JUST ONE MORE THING”.

With the Freewrite it was just me and the words.

2. Always move forward

I remember the advice an instructor in a graduate film writing class said about the first draft. He said: “Never go back and edit your first draft while you are writing it. Always move forward”. I followed his advice and I did not read what I had written. I gave it the cold shoulder and moved on.

3. Guard your mind from the noise

Try an experiment during NaNoWriMo: Refrain from consuming media like podcasts, episodic shows or mindlessly scrolling social media on your phone.

And before you throw your sneaker at me, hear me out.

Your mind is a valuable resource that must be protected from the mediocre din of every day society. You never know where your next precious idea will appear: walking back from the coffee shop, loading the dishwasher or driving back from the mechanic. Our greatest ideas emerge when we have a clear mind; free from other people’s ideas and voices.

4. When you’ve reached 50,000 words

In Stephen King’s book, On Writing, King says that when you finish the first rough draft you need distance from it. King believes that if you read the first draft too soon you will be tempted to tinker with it. You might think it is harmless to tinker but it ultimately results in your work looking become a loaf of bread vivisected by a toddler: a doughy, crumbly mess.

Instead give the rough draft some breathing space. Then come back to it.

5. In conclusion

Please do feel free to use the helpful advice and throw out the rest. Go forth with confidence and be steadfast with your writing.

50,000 words, here you come!

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As Head of Marketing for Freewrite, Colin Butts loves hearing from creative writers about their ideas and stories in development. Helping to provide a product that removes barriers for drafting artists makes his work deeply purposeful. Colin loves to read, is starting his own first short story, and enjoys adventure travel, yoga, and video games when he’s not busy in the literary world.

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Distraction

Din Djarin x Reader

Warning: smut

Summary: Din needed a distraction, and you were more than happy to give it to him.

The way Bo Katan sat on her throne made you realize how you longed to do the same.

Except for a throne you wanted to sit on Din's lap like that.

Making all the females aware of who he belonged to and all the men to who you belonged to.

Grogu gave you a side-eyed look, and you knew he was reading your mind.

"Mommy..." he would often say to you, which would make you laugh. His usual warnings come whenever you were ready to jump head first into danger just to save your son.

Grogu knew how powerful you were, being a Jedi yourself, he saw the way you fought.

Soon, you blocked him from your mind and focused back on the woman in front of you.

Now the conversation changed and Bo Katan was standing, heading Din's way talking about the dark saber. You looked at her, sensing she was ready for trouble.

"You know the custom, if I was to fight him, you cannot interfere." she said as she noticed the shift in your stance.

"You know I don't care about customs. Even if he would get angry at me for it. You try to kill him, harm him even, you will see what I'm capable of."

"Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise, Princess." you said as you shifted Grogu in your arms, he noticed something by a pillar so you two went to check it out.

Bo Katan wasn't happy about what you said. But you sure didn't care.

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He had too much on his shoulders. And you just knew the way to get him to relax.

With the kid sleeping soundly in his own little room, you headed to the one you shared with Din.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was looking at his hands, clearly thinking.

You wanted to easy his mind, so you thought of something.

You turned all lights off, knowing well he would be able to see you in his helmet.

"What are you doing?" he asked, knowing you for such a long time, he knew you were up to something.

With teach step you took, you removed a piece of clothing, leaving yourself only in your bra and panties.

You stood in front of him, grabbed his hands and removed his gloves, placing them on your waist.

It wasn't like the two of you never had sex before, you certainly did, but there was always a level of intimacy with Din, something you really enjoyed about it.

"I'm trying to get your attention. You keep thinking about that saber." you said as you moved to remove his helmet. It was dark, you of course didn't see a thing.

Din understood, as his hands roamed your stomach, waist, hips and ass, his lips soon found your skin as well.

You ran your hands through his hair, letting him take you in. Your soft skin, your curves, your marks, and your scent.

You lived for this man, you'd give him anything he asks for in a heartbeat. You felt him kiss up your stomach, so you sat on his lap, kissing his head as he moved to your neck.

You freed him from his pants when his fingers moved to yours, but you moved back.

"Today's about you." you said and he knew how stubborn you were, he knew there was no point in fighting you, so he let you. His hands removed your bra as he continued to enjoy your body.

You started to jerk him off with slow movements, feeling every ridge of his cock as you continued to get him off. As he got louder, you started to do it faster.

"So good." he said and it only encouraged you. You were completely covered by him at that point. His mouth reached wherever it could and you were sure he left behind many many marks on your skin.

With a slight shake, he came all over your hand.

He let out long breaths, trying to collect himself as you tasted him on your fingers.

His lips found yours as he pulled you in for a long kiss which left you breathless.

"Thank you for this, I needed it." you smiled and kissed him again, moving to his neck and then onto your knees.

Tonight’s going to be a long night.

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Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: The Goodbye

Summary: Mando, (Y/N), and Grogu face the end of a journey.

Mouse Note: Don't worry, don't worry. This book has the Book of Boba Fett content as well, so more content soon!

Mando, holding the Darksaber in one hand and Grogu on the other, forced Gideon, who (Y/N) had happily cuffed, into the Bridge. (Y/N) was happy to see Cara, honored to see Bo-Katan and Koska, and surprised to see Fennec. But when Fennec nodded to them, (Y/N) let it slide. The assassin was on their side if Mando had brought her. (Kind of cool, honestly).

Bo-Katan stared at the Darksaber in Mando’s grip. “What happened?” she demanded.

“Mando and I fought him,” said (Y/N). “We won.”

“They brought him in alive,” said Cara, smirking. “And now the New Republic’s gonna have to double the payment.”

“That’s not what she’s talking about,” said Gideon. “Why don’t you kill him now and take it?” Cara pushed Gideon to the ground to try to shut him up. Gideon just chuckled. “It’s yours now.” He looked at Mando.

“What is?” asked Mando.

“The Darksaber. It belongs to you,” said Gideon.

Mando deactivated it. He held it out to Bo-Katan. “Now…it belongs to her.”

“She can’t take it,” said Gideon as Bo-Katan looked away shamefully. Gideon smirked. “It must be won in battle.”

(Y/N) cocked their head. They had been the one to disarm Gideon and leave him vulnerable to any attack. Would that mean they or Mando had won it? Mando was holding it, so people looked at him, but (Y/N) had no idea how any of this worked. It was all too Force-related and Mandalorian-related for them to understand. Maybe there were some rules they didn’t understand.

Worthy…Won…

(Y/N) jerked as the whispers in their head grew crisp for a moment. Their eyes drifted to the as it consumed the light around it. The hell…

“In order for her to Wield the Darksaber again, she would need to defeat you in combat,” continued Gideon.

“I yield. It’s yours,” said Mando.

“Oh, no.” Gideon chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way. The Darksaber doesn’t have power. The story does. Without that blade, she’s a pretender to the throne,” he mocked.

Bo-Katan swallowed. “He’s right.”

“Come on, just take it,” urged Mando.

Any further discussion was interrupted as an alarm began blaring.

“Well, perhaps she’ll get another crack at it,” said Gideon.

“Shut up,” snapped (Y/N).

“The ray shields have been breached,” warned Fennec. “We’re being boarded.”

“How many life forms?” questioned Bo-Katan.

“None,” said Fennec.

(Y/N) huffed. It was those damn Dark Troopers that had kidnapped them and Grogu.

“You’re about to face off with the Dark Troopers,” drawled Gideon. He glanced at Mando. “You had your hands full with one. Let’s see how you do against a platoon.” He smirked.

“Mando, give me the Darksaber or the knife so I can shut him up,” muttered (Y/N).

“No,” said Mando.

“Kriff,” cursed (Y/N).

“They’re headed this way,” warned Bo-Katan as she looked at the security cameras.

Cara stepped and quite literally threw Gideon to the side as she went to the controls.

Mando looked at (Y/N) and Grogu. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Seal the blast doors!” ordered Fennec.

Koska slammed the button to close the doors. The march of the troopers grew closer, and the Mandalorians grabbed their helmets to prepare. Fennec and Cara stood with their blasters. Mando moved in front of (Y/N), who guarded Grogu.

From outside the room, the Dark Troopers began punching the sealed door. Each hit echoed with a menacing thud as the troopers slowly broke through.

“You have an impressive fire team protecting you.” Gideon smirked at (Y/N). “But I think we all know, after a valiant stand, everyone in this room will be dead…” Bang! “…but me…” Bang! “…and my assets.” Bang! The door was denting inwards.

Mando narrowed his eyes beneath his helmet. He would not let Gideon get his hands on his kids. (Y/N)’s fingers twitched at their side, one hand itching for their Ushti dagger and the other itching for…something else.

They felt a sudden calm pass over them. (Y/N) blinked, and beside them, Grogu cooed softly. They had both felt a change in the air. In the Force, realized (Y/N).

A moment later, an alarm beeped from a control panel. All heads snapped towards it as guns remained trained on the doors. An X-wing flew by the windows.

“An X-wing,” said Bo-Katan.

“One X-wing? Great, we’re saved,” said Cara sarcastically.

(Y/N) and Grogu glanced at each other. There was something significant about that ship.

“Incoming craft, identify yourself,” said Bo-Katan, pressing the comm button.

There was no response as the X-wing docked. Grogu cooed again, and he and (Y/N) edged closer to a security camera watching the arriving stranger. Outside the doors, the Dark Troopers stopped punching. They sensed a greater, more immediate threat approaching. (Y/N) noticed with satisfaction that Gideon was looking nervous.

“Why did they stop?” questioned Fennec, rightfully suspicious.

No one had an answer. But on the security cameras, a cloaked figure was making their way through the halls. The Dark Troopers met him, but the figure ignited a lightsaber. (Y/N)’s eyes widened. A Jedi. The Jedi expertly sliced the troopers apart as they attacked. Each of their shots was blocked by the saber in the hands of a master.

“A Jedi?” murmured Bo-Katan.

Gideon’s eyes widened in panic, and Mando turned to the cameras in surprise. (Y/N) flipped the cameras to watched the Jedi’s progress. They were making short work of each droid they encountered. Grogu cooed, and (Y/N) glanced at him. They could both feel the Jedi’s presence in the Force.

Bang!

Bo-Katan gasped and stumbled back as Gideon fired a blaster he’d stolen from a fallen trooper. Luckily, her armor held, and she was just disoriented. Gideon fired, and in an act of desperate anger, he fired upon (Y/N) and Grogu. Mando dove in front, and his beskar blocked the shots.

“Drop it!” shouted Fennec, training her gun on Gideon. Koska, and Cara’s blasters pointed at him with equal intensity. Even Bo-Katan straightened and raised her pistol.

Gideon reacted by raising his blaster to his own neck, but (Y/N) threw out a hand. The blaster flew from his hands with a sudden force. Gideon’s head whipped to stare at (Y/N).

They narrowed their eyes as they looked at him. “If anyone is going to kill you, it’ll be me,” said (Y/N).

Gideon glared at them and opened his mouth to, undoubtedly, threaten them, but Cara delivered a swift hit to the head, and he went down.

Grogu cooed. Mando looked at him, and Grogu placed his little hand on the screen. The Jedi was coming. All that was left was the corridor to the Bridge. (Y/N) watched intently as the elevator opened and the Jedi emerged. The Dark Troopers turned on them. The Jedi, face still obscured by the cloak, was ready for them. They blocked each blast, and the lightsaber cleaved through the droids with skilled precision. Not a single blaster shot landed on the Jedi as they ducked and parried with their blade. Each droid fell until only the Jedi was left standing right outside the sealed doors of the bridge.

Grogu, hand still on the viewscreen, turned to face (Y/N) and Mando. (Y/N) understood. The Jedi was here for them. They had to let them in.

Mando recognized it as well, and his heart hung heavy. He would be leaving his foundlings soon, his kids. Steeling himself, he picked up Grogu. “Open the doors.”

Cara, Fennec, Koska, and Bo-Katan didn’t move, keeping their blasters trained on the doors.

“Open the doors,” said (Y/N).

“Are you crazy?” questioned Fennec.

Mando put Grogu down on a chair and pressed the button to open the doors. They slid open, and the green shine of the lightsaber pierced through the smoky haze of burning droid parts. The Jedi stepped into the room. They deactivated their lightsaber, holstered the weapon, and drew back the hood of their cloak. A young man, younger than Mando and Ahsoka to be certain, stood before the group. His eyes traced calmly over each individual, coming to rest on Grogu and (Y/N). The ripple in the Force hummed in acknowledgement of the three Force-Sensitives.

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Mando, still poised in front of his kids in case there was a threat.

“I am. I am Luke Skywalker,” said the Jedi. He looked back to the Ushti and Child and extended a hand. “Come, little ones.”

Grogu cooed and gazed at Mando, and (Y/N)’s eyes flicked to him as well. They knew it was time to go, but they hated to leave. The only consolation were the words of Mandalore the Great.

“The path winds in unexpected ways, but as long as our hearts are seeking our Way, we will find it again.”

(Y/N) understood they were meant to go with Luke and learn from him. The Force was their guide just as the Way was, and both knew (Y/N)’s heart. They would not keep a single straight path. For now, this was the Way.

Mando gazed at the sad looks in his kids’ eyes. “They don’t want to go with you.” Mando didn’t want them to be upset.

“They want your permission,” said Luke. “They are strong with the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect these children, but they will not be safe until they master their abilities.” He was comforting Mando as much as he was comforting the Ushti and Child.

Mando was silent before turning back to his foundlings. With one hand, he held the Child, who reached up towards his helmet face. With the other, he pulled (Y/N) close and let them hug him tightly.

“I’m sorry for arguing,” murmured (Y/N). “I understand now. This is what has to happen. I’ll miss you, Dad.”

Mando felt his breath hitch with emotion at the honest vulnerability. Grogu’s large wide eyes betrayed the same emotions as he gazed at the gleaming beskar. And Mando felt a stirring within himself. Solemnly, he removed his hand from (Y/N)’s shoulder and reached up to his helmet. Grogu and (Y/N) watched with wide eyes as Mando removed his helmet. Brown eyes creased with care and worry gazed at them from a kind face.

Din Djarin’s face. (Y/N) understood what he had done, and they couldn’t help the tears at their father’s vulnerability.

“I am your Buir, your father,” murmured Mando. “And you are my ad’ika, my child. You two are my adike. As long as I live, you have a home with me.”

(Y/N) hugged Mando tightly again, pressing their face to his armor as he held them and Grogu close. “I love you, Buir.”

Grogu cooed and touched Mando’s cheek, speaking the same words through the Force as best he could.

Mando closed his eyes as he drew his adike close. “Don’t be afraid, Verd’ika, Grogu.” He swallowed and stepped back. “It’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” Mando wasn’t sure he was speaking to them or himself. He gently squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder and put Grogu down before stepping back again.

Grogu cooed sadly, and (Y/N) forced a tough façade as they nodded goodbye. The pair turned to Luke, who nodded to Mando in a solemn promise that he’d take care of the children. Grogu reached up and allow Luke to pick him up before he turned to leave. (Y/N) lingered but a moment, glancing back at Mando. They raised their hand and waved as the doors slid closed behind them as one chapter of their life closed and another opened.

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keep-calm-and-drink-caf · 7 months

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“ dance with me, darling ”

A Fives one-shot

Pairing: Fives x fem!Reader (I’ve tried to keep it as neutral as I could, but I think it might work better with reader being female)

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), use of pet names (love, darling), use of Mando’a nickname (cyare, darling) kissing, making out, a small sexual reference but it’s so small it may not actually matter idk, and I think that’s all! Mostly just fluffy stuff <3

A/N: I’m sorry if I butchered pasta but I don’t know how to make it any way else without searching for a recipe 😭 also, this is my first time sharing any of my writing with the internet - please be kind 🫶 Any constructive criticism or suggestions are welcome :D

So I had this stored in my notes and I kind of maybe liked it! I’m working on a Mando/Din x reader thing along with several others so it’s really just a race to see which one piques my creativity so much that I choose it and get it done lol

Expect the first chapter of the din x reader sometime soon! Uni is kicking my butt right now so I don’t have a concrete date but I’ll try my best :)

Have a soft Fives one-shot for fall (and spooky) month <3

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It was a quiet, cozy night for you. Fives was on shore leave for a week and so you got to spend some peaceful quality time with the love of your life, in whatever way that manifested itself.

Presently you lay on the couch and scrolled mindlessly on your datapad as Fives sat with your head in his lap, gently playing with your hair. The soft sound of the clock ticking filled the comfortable silence between you as you both relaxed together.

“We should cook something,” He suddenly spoke up, and at his words you looked up at him from your datapad, a skeptical brow lifting. His eyes had started to sparkle with excitement, a plan already forming in his head. “You know, like a pasta or something. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Fives, love, I’m not very sure you should be trusted within three metres of the stove again,” You chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to brush your fingers against the base of his chin, smoothing down some of the hair in his goatee. “Do I really need to remind you of that time where you almost burnt down the kitchen trying to make bread?”

He pretended to pout sadly. “That was one time,” Fives complained, gently tickling your sides and causing you to squirm slightly as you batted his fingers away playfully. “And I know how to use a stove properly now, cyare, really. Stop laughing!”

He attacked your sides again, launching a barrage of tickles as you giggled and tried to squirm out of his gentle but firm grasp. “Fine, fine,” You gasped, wheezing slightly and still giggling. “Pasta it is. Nothing too fancy, right? I’m not sure our combined cooking skills could handle anything more than a simple penne and marinara…”

“That’s my girl,” Fives said happily, leaping up from the couch. You followed, slightly reluctant to leave your comfy position. “Okay, let’s see. A recipe for penne marinara. Here, this looks relatively easy, right?”

You angled your head to look over his shoulder at the recipe he had found. “Well… yeah, that looks pretty easy. Could you get the tomatoes for me? They’re on the highest shelf over there.”

Once you had assembled all the ingredients, you debated whether to assign yourself the more difficult task of properly making the marinara sauce or give it to Fives. “Fives, boil the pasta f’me, will you, love?” You passed him the uncooked penne and got out the pasta pot. “Try not to set the kitchen on fire.”

You got out the tomatoes, starting to mash them with the back of a spoon. You crushed a few cloves of garlic and let them steep in olive oil before adding the tomato paste into the garlic-laced oil and letting it cook. You leaned against the kitchen island, watching Fives carefully put the penne into the water, making sure the heat was set to just the right temperature and waiting for them to boil.

He watched the water for five whole minutes before sighing. “Well, this is kind of boring.”

“Five minutes,” You smiled at him, pretending to tap the nonexistent watch on your wrist. “That’s a new personal best, isn’t it?”

He stuck his tongue out at you like a huffy little toddler before coming over and leaning against the counter with you, placing a soft kiss to your right temple. “I missed you, cyare,” He murmured against your skin, his hands coming to rest around your waist as he drew you closer into him. “So much, every day.”

He brought your hand up to his chest to rest over his heart, feeling the steady beat through the thin layers of clothing as opposed to the thick plastoid armour. “You feel this heart? It beats for you, my darling, and only you,” Fives said with a soft smile, quoting the first ever sappy romantic holofilm you both had watched together, before it started the tradition to do so every time Fives came back on shore leave.

“You’re such a sap,” You shook your head affectionately, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. “I missed you too, Fives.”

You wanted to stay like that forever, relishing the comforting hold he had on your waist, but the timer going off brought you back to your senses. Fives, being closer to the stove, turned the heat off for the marinara sauce so that it wouldn’t burn, then flipped a switch on the radio with a goofy, adorable grin at you.

“Dance with me, darling,” He chuckled, watching your expression turn into one of mixed exasperation and affection as one of the most annoying lively old love songs you had ever heard started playing merrily on the radio. “Come on, cyare, don’t be such a debbie downer.”

“I hate this song,” You complained, but a small grin was forming on your lips. You let him grab your right hand and extend it over your head as he twirled you around the kitchen as if you were both in one of those old romantic comedies he loved watching with you so much. Your left hand came to rest on his shoulder to stabilize yourself in case you managed to overbalance while he spun and dipped you.

“That’s the idea,” Fives grinned at you, his eyes fixed on yours as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen — which, of course, you were. As the music slowed and trailed off, he pulled you closer, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. You both moved like clockwork as your lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. One just soft enough to leave you craving more but long enough to frazzle whatever coherent thoughts were running around in your mind.

Your lungs had just started to burn when you finally pulled away, taking in deep breaths of oxygen that your deprived lungs were crying out for. “That pasta is going to burn,” You giggled breathlessly as Fives swiped his right thumb across your flushed cheek. His eyes crinkled as he laughed, the sound filling the kitchen and going straight to your heart as you felt a rush of fierce affection for him.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that now, would we? Can’t have the kitchen almost burning down again, right cyare? Except, of course, it wouldn’t be my fault this time…” He gave you a smirk and placed a kiss on your forehead and moved away toward the stove, switching off the heat right as the pasta was about to burn. You busied yourself with mixing the pasta into the sauce and cooking it just right, very aware of Fives watching you fondly as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“You gonna come here and taste this or just stand there ogling me, love?” You turned to face him with a teasing smirk curled on your mouth. You held up a teaspoon of the marinara, offering it to him. He leaned over and closed his mouth over the spoon, drawing back as the strong flavours of the marinara registered. Fives blinked in surprise. “Oh. Oh, wow, that’s actually… really, really good.”

“Of course it is. Don’t tell me you doubted me?” You set the spoon down and leaned on the kitchen counter, placing a hand on your heart as you gave a dramatic gasp of exaggerated hurt. “Oh, my darling, I had no idea you could be this cruel—“

Fives cut you off with another kiss on your lips, this time a little rougher but only slightly. That shut you up right away, your arms abandoning the simmering pot on the stove to wrap around his neck. His tongue traced along the rim of your bottom lip gently, before the warmth left your mouth and he pulled back with a small chuckle at your whine of protest.

“Plenty of time for that later, cyare,” He cooed at your puppy eyes, tucking a few dislodged strands of hair behind your ear. You pouted with a sad little sigh and turned back to the pasta, turning off the heat once it was well-mixed with the sauce and spooning it into two bowls.

“You ready to taste the final product?” You asked Fives, practically shoving a bowl and a spoon into his hands with an excited gleam in your eye. Fives took the bowl from you with a small chuckle at your enthusiasm. “I have an idea, cyare. Let’s find another one of those romantic holofilms you love so much, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up even more at his suggestion and you immediately nodded, dragging him over to the living room as carefully as you could without spilling the pasta. You got out a fuzzy blanket from the basket near the table. “Fives, love, could you pick out-“ You cut yourself off with a yelp as he grabbed you from behind, easily manoeuvring you into a bridal carry and setting you down on the couch. He plopped down beside you, pulling you into his side and draping the blanket over both of you.

“Here, my princess,” He offered you your bowl of pasta with a smirk, and at the nickname a blush started sweeping across your cheeks again. “You’re such a sap, you know that?” You rolled your eyes affectionately as you picked out a holofilm to watch and he laughed. “Come on, you know you love it.”

“Of course I do, love. And you know I always will.”

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#fives my beloved #i miss him so much <3 #tcw fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #tcw fives x reader #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader

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demonprodigy-kingofsheep · 2 years

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“Definitely not!”

The two teenage boys yelled in unison above the din of the party hall, the disbelief in their voices making Mori’s lips curl beneath his interwoven fingers.

“I’m not asking you two for my sake, you know?” he said simply. “Elise-chan is the one who wanted to hear you two sing karaoke together. We don’t want to disappoint her, do we?”

Dazai and Chuuya stared at him, trying to come up with some counter-argument for Mori’s demand, but Mori knew no matter how much they tried, they could not refuse when Elise was in the equation. So, he leaned back onto his chair and watched them end up gaping soundlessly like two fish trapped in a glass bowl.

Driving the final nail into the coffin, he said, “Consider this a competition- a part of the evaluation for the position of an executive.”

“How does that even make sense?” Dazai protested.

“It will let me know if you two have the essential skills for the position. As an executive, you will have to boost the morale of your subordinates, coordinate with other officers, and be confident in your ability to sway a whole crowd. This is the perfect opportunity to show those skills off, don’t you think?”

“But-”

“Now get on the stage. I expect you two to give a fine demonstration of what teamwork and trust looks like to the rest of the mafia.”

With no room for further discussion in Mori’s razor sharp smile, Dazai and Chuuya were left side-eyeing each other in dread.

A few seconds passed in a deadlock, but Dazai was the first one to give up with a long sigh.

“Whatever, let’s get this ordeal over with.”

Chuuya looked at him incredulously, as if he was shocked that he gave up so soon. But knowing he was outnumbered, he too shook his head in resignation. “Hey bandage-bastard,” he grumbled, “If you do something weird on stage, I won’t hesitate to punch you on the face.”

Dazai shot him a condescending look. “Keep dreaming, Chuuya.”

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With a crash of the cymbal, another spotlight appeared, shining on the person who lazily climbed the opposite end of the stage and made his way towards the center. Gritting his teeth, Chuuya watched the bane of his life approach him.

Dazai removed his black coat- the one gifted by the boss- with an effortless shrug of his shoulders and casually threw it in the direction of the many hands that reached towards him in the crowd. He then grabbed the blue mic from its stand, his brown eyes fixed on Chuuya’s face.

Each and every one of his actions were graceful, and yet, laced with an air of detached boredom- as if he wanted to get over with everything and return home soon. How could someone be this much of a dead fish in front of such a zealous crowd? It was yet another one of the million mysteries about Dazai that Chuuya could never understand.

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When Dazai turned around, the guitarist had already taken the front stage for the interlude, giving Chuuya space to stroll towards the side of the stage and pluck a water bottle from one of the attendants with a brief nod of gratitude. Instead of keeping the mic aside and using his hands like a civilized human being, he twisted the bottle cap open with his teeth.

As Dazai watched on with a mask of disgust, Chuuya poured the water all over his face and hair until the bottle was completely empty.

The crowd went wild as Chuuya strode around the stage, waving and pointing at the audience, and inciting them even more with shouts of encouragement.

He sure is popular, Dazai thought.

Droplets of water flew from the tips of his red hair as he shook his head, sparkling as they caught the stage lights mid-air. Dazai found himself unable to rip his eyes away from the spectacle that his partner was.

Fascinating. Breathtaking. Incredible.

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Thanks for reading this far! Find the whole fic (with more gay tension) here.

#soukoku #just the bois singing a live duet #skk #bsd #dazai x chuuya #soukoku fanfic

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nonomnismoriar1992 · 10 months

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Friend date

(I’m back!!!! This is just more of a platonic relationship (kinda) between Jasper and Henry and also to celebrate Henry’s birthday today, also this is them still alive and a modern AU and also warning this is extremely long 😅)

The clicking of Jasper’s shoes echoed through the empty halls, but soon was deafened by the sounds in the dinning room. He opened the doors and was greeted by the sight of Melanie, Martha and Elias at the dinning table eating food he just made not that long ago, Anna standing on the side waiting for them to finish so she can clean the table. She smiled when she saw her brother, “hey Jasper,” She waved, “how are you doing? You look exhausted .” She joked. Jasper chuckled but avoided his sister’s question, “where’s Henry, I don’t see him anywhere.” Anna just shrugged her shoulders, “I think it might be in his room, I think he said he was gonna take a bath before coming down.” Jasper just nodded his head and left the dinning room heading towards his room.

Henry left the bathroom, holding his clothes to him. Looking at the clock it was 5:25 PM dinner was being served and he was just a little late but he didn’t really care, he was sure his family really didn’t miss him during dinner, so he didn’t really care. He placed his clothes on the bed and put his phone next to them before drying his hair with a towel on last time before using a hair dryer to finish it off. Once his hair was dry he was about to get dressed when he heard a knock on the door, “who is it?” He question not looking up at the door and continued to put on his clothes. “It’s Jasper, I just wanna talk to you for a little bit if that’s okay?” Henry then looked up, slightly concerned, “is everything alright Jasper?” “Yea I just wanna have more of a friend talk, nothing serious.” Henry’s was hesitant before answering again. “Okay just…give me a minute to have at least some clothes on.” “Okay”

Jasper waited about 5 minutes before the door opened, Henry fully dressed-ish and hair not yet combed. Henry moved out of the way and allowed jasper in, who sat on the end of the bed while Henry sat at the vanity and continued to get ready while Jasper talked to him, “so what you wanna talk about then?” He said looking at him with a smile. Jasper look down at the floor before starting a simple conversation with Henry, “I don’t know really, how have you been lately I don’t really get to talk you much anymore.” Henry was silent before answer him, I’ve been okay, been busy but overall okay-ish.” “Okay-ish?” Jasper questioned. “Okay well I’ve had lots of stress and been working a lot but I’ve been doing okay overall. How about you?” “I’ve been okay, just really the normal honestly.” “How’s your asthma been?” Henry asked, “it’s been okay, nothing super serious just been careful on how much activity I do.” Jasper watched Henry get ready on the vanity and realized he was putting on makeup. Jasper chuckled at this, “you wear makeup.” Henry froze and blushed, “well umm hehe, yea I do. Does it bother you?” “Haha no it doesn’t, just surprises me, you’re the last person I would suspect to wear makeup.” Henry chuckled at this and looked at Jasper, “don’t judge me I like it, it make me feel nice and honestly helps takes a little bit of the age away from me, Okay?” Jasper laughed at him, “even though your like what sixty something.” “Shut up.”

Henry finished getting ready and got ready to get dressed. “So umm…Henry?” “Mhmm?” “The actually reason I’m here is I wanna ask you something.” He looked at him giving him his full attention. “Well as you know today is your birthday,” henry froze with realization, today is his birthday and even he didn’t remember that. “Yea…today is my birthday isn’t, hehe.” “Yea, and I was wondering if…” he went silent looking at Henry and his heart started racing, Jasper starting to blush as well before letting out a deep breath, “you would like to go on a friend date with…with me.” He said looking at the bed and not at Henry. Henry blushed and chuckled shyly. “Umm, uh yeah, yeah I wouldn’t mind that.” “Wait really?” “Yea like you said it’s been a while since we’ve hung out with everything going on, and todays my birthday,” he chuckled, “I think we both deserve this, besides you work really hard I think you deserve a break.” Jasper blushed harder and took a glance at Henry, who was still looking at him. “Uhh, yeah okay, sure. Well then I’ll, I’ll go get ready then and see you later at the front door. Henry nodded his head and jasper left his room, speed walking down the hall and blushing really hard.

Henry was still unaware of Jasper’s crush on him and this just felt almost exactly like a date date to Jasper, not a friends date. “No this is just a friend date nothing else and nothing more, so don’t do anything stupid.” He told himself. Jasper was gonna change because he didn’t really wanna go out with Henry in his butler uniform. He entered his room and open a his armoire and pulled out something a little different. About fifteen minutes later he was done and went to the front door to wait for Henry

Jasper wore a white tank top, black and white checkered vest with brown pants and checkered vans and a simple little white hat. He waited about 10 minutes when he heard Henry. He looked over and blushed seeing Henry. He wore a mesh top with a white jacket that rested on his shoulders and a white hat, like Jasper, and black jeans.He also had on black boots that had a heel, but not a very big one, as well and a white belt. “I know this is just a friend date but I do still hope I look okay. “Jasper opened his mouth but only a uh huh came out. “So were we going?” Henry asked, “since I’m driving I kinda need to know where I’m gonna.” He chuckled, but Jasper was hesitant he didn’t really know where to take Henry. It was just a friend date so it didn’t really need to anywhere fancy but he thought other wise. Jasper thought of fancy places that could be nearby, wasn’t much in the desert but then he thought a of a nice restaurant, “you’ve been to Mastro’s?” Henry hesitated but shrugged, “it sounds familiar but not really sure. I’m sure I’ll remember once a see it” Jasper hesitated but answer “don’t worry I’ll give directions.

After about 30-45 minutes they finally arrived, “seem familiar?” Jasper asked Henry, who shook his head, “no not really but it looks nice so let’s hope it’s good.” Jasper nodded his head and opened the door for Henry. “thank you kind sir.” He said chuckling. Jasper blushed at the comment and tried to act normal. The restaurant looked fancy with black booths and black chairs with square tables covered in a beautiful white table cloth. The floor was just normal wood floors and the walls were a nice light grey and a big mirror on the left side of the room. The room was dimly light and in the entrance was beautiful with dark grey bricks and dark Grey stone vinyl flooring, above them was blown glass artwork that lit up the room. A waitress came over and looked at them, “hi how many in your party, just the two of you?” “Uh yea just the two of us.” Jasper answered, slightly nervous. The waitress smiled and nodded her head grabbing two menus and looked back at the both of them, “alright then, follow me.”

The two were led to a room where the floor was still the Stone flooring and the two were sat at a table, Jasper pulling the chair for Henry before sitting down himself. The place was indeed full but not completely so it was easy to get a seat for Them. “Your waiter will be out shortly.” She walked away and Henry looked at Jasper. “I didn’t know you were taking me to a fancy place like this, I would have dressed better.” He joked. “You look fine. And I dunno I didn’t want to take you anywhere boring.” Henry laughed at his statement. “Jasper I would have been fine with anything it didn’t have to be this fancy.”

“Hello how are you guys doing? My name is Ryan and I’ll be your server, may I get started for you guys with some drinks.” “I’ll have the south of France.” Henry replied “and I’ll have the elderflower martini.” The waiter nodded his head and then asked, “do you guys know what you want or do you need a minute?” “No I think we’re ready to order.” Henry then looked at jasper for reassurance, who nodded his head agreeing, “so I am gonna have one of the Japanese A5 wagyu steaks, the 8 oz one please.” “Alright and how do you want your steak?” “Medium rare.” “Alright. And you for you sir?” “I’ll have the New York strips, medium rare as well.” “Alright I’ll have those out for you.” “Thank you.” “Im driving.” Said jasper as the waiter walked away, making Henry giggle. “I’ll be fine, promise.” “Im still driving non the less.” Henry rolled his eyes but agreed anyway.

After about 15-Ish minutes they got their food and drinks and ended up having a great time. Jasper felt a little hurt however when they got the pay check, which was around 200 hundred bucks, but he didn’t want Henry to pay for it so he did anyway. They left and went back home and Henry was exhausted but overall really pleased. “Jasper, thank you for possibly giving me one of the best birthday gifts I have ever received.” Jasper chuckled but didn’t say anything. Once they arrived home, they walked and jasper walked Henry to his room, “Jasper if anything I am tipsy. I don’t need you to walk me to my room.” “I know but I want to, is that so bad.” Henry was silent for a while before smiling and answering, “no it’s not, besides I like seeing you around more, me and you really need to hang out more.” Jasper blushed at this and stopped and Henry’s door. “Well thank you jasper for this I really enjoyed it.” “No problem I’m glad you enjoyed it and I thought you deserved it anyway you work so hard after all.” Henry chuckled and smiled but said nothing, “well it’s late and I’m full so, I’m gonna get some sleep, you should too Jasper.” Jasper nodded his head before saying, “oh and by the way they’re a gift for you in the kitchen. I made you snickerdoodle cookies for you” Henry smiled and replied with a thank you before entered his room, a little disappointed when he saw Martha in bed but was too Tired to do anything or sleep somewhere else so he just dealt with it.

Jasper walked down the hall, his face as red as a tomato. He entered his room and fell on his bed, not even taking his clothes off. It may have been a friend date but to jasper it felt like something more than just a friend date. “If only I wasn’t too afraid to tell you.” He looked at his ceiling before turning on an oil lamp nearby and grabbing a journal he had on his nightstand and a feather pen and began in the journal, which was his diary. He wrote for about 20 minutes and finally got ready for bed. He was pleased and grabbed his phone and sent Henry a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY!!!” Before falling asleep. Henry laughed at the text and liked it before saying thank you and going back into his book. Today was a good day for Henry and he was honestly not gonna forget this day.

#my writing #phantom manor #please do not repost

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all-the-things-2020 · 3 months

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Continuing the Way - Chapter Four

Summary: Mariana gets some unexpected news.

Rating: PG

Mariana’s desk was a mess. Three piles of books, six stacks of papers, two data pads in addition to her personal one, and her info terminal covered every inch of the table. With exams coming up, she was spending every spare moment studying while simultaneously working on the prep work for the bibliography project, and wrapping up the last bit of research she’d been working on for Professor Ti’lik. She had been getting home so late that the boys were fast asleep by the time she walked through the door, and she felt as though she hadn’t said more than three words to Din in the past week. She was exhausted, but she was so close to the end of term that she kept pushing, promising herself that she’d sleep during the break between terms.

Her data pad pinged at her and she shook her head. What now? She uncovered her pad from the detritus and peered blearily at the text. She groaned. It was a reminder that her appointment with the med clinic was in fifteen minutes. I don’t have time for this now, she thought, but she’d postponed it several times already and knew she really needed to get it done. She stared at the mess on her desk for a long moment before closing her terminal down.

“She stands!,” Ti’lik said in mock amazement. “She walks!”

Mariana shook her head. “Ha ha, very funny, Professor.” As she’d gotten to know Ti’lik better, she’d discovered that the professor had a dry sense of humor that she only revealed to those close to her. “I have an appointment at the med clinic. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Ti’lik nodded. “Good,” she said. “You’re overdue for it and you’ve been pushing yourself too much lately. I’ve told you, let my project slide for now, concentrate on your classes, and use the break to get the bibliography project started.” She tilted her horned head, giving Mariana a look she recognized as one she often gave her sons when they were being obstinate.

“I know, I know,” Mariana said. “Between you and my husband, I’ve heard it a thousand times. I just … I want to wrap up the work I’ve been doing on your project so when I do get back to it, I can start fresh on a new topic. And I have a meeting with Professor Dane next week to show him my plans for the bibliography project. I want to have a good grasp on the scope of things before I give him my report.”

“Oh, go on, you’ll be late for your appointment,” Ti’lik said, shaking her head. “You won’t listen to me or your husband; maybe the doctors can knock some sense into your head.”

Mariana rolled her eyes and headed across campus to the med clinic. It was in a small building behind the cafeteria; the joke amongst the students was that this was intentional because of the poor quality of the food. She checked in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting area, pulling out her data pad to check for any new messages. There was one from the literature student she’d asked to help her on the bibliography project, saying he would be happy to join her team as soon as the next term started. She was halfway through drafting a response to him when a med droid called out her name.

She stashed the pad in her jacket pocket and followed the droid into an exam room. “Please change into the examination gown on the table and the doctor will be with you shortly,” the droid droned in a bored voice. It left the room and Mariana quickly stripped down and put on the flimsy gown that could have been made of either cloth or paper for all she could tell. The room was cold and the exam table was even colder, the protective paper covering doing nothing to insulate her from the metal beneath.

As she sat on the table, her legs swinging lazily as they dangled over the edge, it dawned on her that this was the first time in weeks that she’d actually done nothing. She thought about retrieving her pad from her jacket on the other side of the room, but decided against it. The doctor would certainly take her vitals and if she sat quietly, her blood pressure and heart rate would be lower.

Minutes passed and she resisted the urge to check the time on her pad. It hasn’t been that long, she told herself, and you need a break anyway. Still, it was hard to sit there doing nothing when her to-do list was a parsec long. Finally, the door opened and the doctor came in. She was a tall, dark-skinned human with braids and knots in her hair that must have taken hours to achieve. Mariana self consciously ran a hand over her own sloppy single braid.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Djarin, I’m Doctor Korraay.” She extended her hand, which had neatly trimmed and polished nails. Mariana shook it, hoping her own chipped and bitten nails weren’t completely obvious.

“Good afternoon, doctor,” she replied. “And it’s Mrs.”

Korraay nodded, glancing down at the small data pad in her hand. “So you’re here for a routine checkup. Is there anything bothering you that we should pay closer attention to?”

“No,” Mariana said. “I’ve been feeling fine. A little tired and stressed, but between work and school and my family, that’s to be expected.” She laughed, but knew it sounded strained even as it left her mouth. She just wanted to get this over with and get back to work.

Dr. Korraay nodded again, a small smile on her face. “Undoubtedly. I’ll take some blood samples and put those in the analyzer so it can work on them while I do the physical exam.” She drew a few vials of blood from Mariana’s arm, then patted her gently. She dropped the vials into a sleek white machine against the wall, which began to whir and click.

The exam was thorough but Dr. Korraay was quiet and careful, so nothing felt too invasive. When she was done, she tapped a few notes into her data pad and then looked up. “Anything else we can help you with while you’re here?,” she said.

“Um, I’ll need my contraceptive implant replaced soon,” Mariana said. “It should be due in a month or two, I think.”

Korraay nodded and checked her pad. She frowned. “Actually … it was due for replacement almost five months ago,” she said.

“What? No, that can’t be right,” Mariana said. “I got it put in during the spring before we came here ….” Her stomach dropped. “Oh, kriff, that was on Thantos Prime. It was springtime there, but it was still winter here on Chandrilla … how could I be so stupid?”

“Changing planets messes everyone up,” Dr. Korraay said. “And you said yourself you’ve been busy.”

“Well, can I get it replaced today?” Mariana asked. Her mind was already racing, trying to calculate how many times she and Din had been intimate over the last five months …

Korraay consulted her pad. “I’m afraid not,” she said.

“Okay, then when?” Her schedule was slammed right now but she’d definitely make time to get the implant replaced.

Korraay smiled. “There’s really no point right now,” she said gently. “You’re already pregnant, Mrs. Djarin.”

“No, no, no … I can’t be, not now,” Mariana knew she was babbling but she couldn’t help it. “We were going to wait until I finished my degree before we tried for another baby … I don’t have time … I can’t do this right now.”

Korraay slid her arm around Mariana’s shoulders. “Take a deep breath,” she said quietly. “And another. You’re fine.” When Mariana had stopped gasping and was able to focus, she went on. “I know it’s unexpected, and I know you feel like the timing isn’t right, but the fact is, this is happening.” She consulted her pad again. “You’ve already had one successful, uneventful pregnancy. You’ll be fine.”

She helped Mariana lie down on the exam table. “Just rest there for a moment and I’ll do a couple of quick scans to check on the baby. Find out how far along you are, see how things are progressing.”

As Korraay prepared her equipment, Mariana closed her eyes. She wanted another baby, and so did Din. A year from now, she’d have been overjoyed to get this news. Right now, though, she wanted to cry. It was all too much.

The scanner was cold as Korraay ran it over her lower abdomen and Mariana tried not to flinch. “Looks good,” the doctor said as she gently closed the examination robe. “I’d say you’re about two months along.” She helped Mariana sit up and gave her a quick hug. “You’re going to be just fine. Now, I’ll leave you alone to get dressed and then the med droid will see you out.”

Mariana put her clothes on, her hands shaking as she fastened up the buttons. She hardly heard the droid come in and jumped when it said, “If you’ll follow me ….”

Soon she was outside the clinic, blinking in the late afternoon light. It felt like hours should have gone by, as if it should be a completely different day, but it had been less than an hour since she’d left Professor Ti’lik’s office. She walked slowly back across campus. Originally, she’d planned to get back to work on Ti’lik’s project, finish up some details on the bibliography project plans, and then study for her Galactic Cultures of the Old Republic final. Now her mind was a blank, save for one thought. We’re having another baby.

She reached the office and found it empty, for which she was thankful. Ti’lik taught a seminar class that lasted three hours on that afternoon and she usually went straight home afterward. Mariana would have the office to herself for as long as she needed it. She sat and stared at her desk for a good fifteen minutes or more. So much work to do and all she could do was sit and try to process the news. She’d managed to take distance classes while pregnant with Cabur, but only two classes at a time, and she hadn’t been working, just taking care of Ad’ika and the apartment. Now she was a full time student, working on two major research projects and even though Din was taking care of the boys and everything else, she was already stretched to the limit. A new baby was definitely going to force her to make some tough choices.

She knew Din would insist that her studies had priority over everything except the family, but she loved her job and how could she give it up? Besides, if she stopped working, they would lose their employee subsidized housing, healthcare access, and all the other benefits that came with working for the university, especially free tuition. Even if Din could find a job quickly, it would never pay enough to keep them in a decent apartment here on Chandrilla and pay her tuition. There was no way she could quit her job.

That meant she’d have to stop taking classes until after the baby was born, which meant her degree would be that much further in the future. By the time she finished up, Professor Ti’lik would be retired and if Professor Dane didn’t take over as department chair, her chances of an adjunct position dropped exponentially.

No matter what, she was going to have to give up something, and for the first time in her life she finally had everything she’d ever wanted: a degree within her reach, a job she loved, and a family. And now it was falling apart in front of her eyes. She laid her head on the table and let the tears come. Better to cry herself out now before she broke the news to Din. With her head cleared after a good cry, she might be in a better headspace to discuss it with him.

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