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Good Girl

MOC! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Praise, sex toys, MOC! Dean, bondage, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal play, P in V, dirty talk

Summary: Dean and Sam are fighting yet again. You hear glass shatter against a wall, followed by a very angry Sam slamming his door. Feeling brave, you go in search of Dean.

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They're at it again. Those two fight worse than a married couple these days. Makes sense given the current situation we all find ourselves living in. I just don't think angering Dean is the wisest choice, he's already on the edge most days. It would take a soft wind to blow him over.

Sadly, your new to hunting, meaning the guys don't listen to you on a good day. Couple years ago Dean and Sam saved your crazy ass when a nest of vampires came to town and killed your family. You are 22 years old and bought the boys enough whiskey at the local bar to make them agree you could come back to the bunker.

Dean tries to avoid you as much as possible. While you don't get the feeling he hates you, you do know you make him uncomfortable.

Sam has taken you under his wing as a little sister. Teachs you the basics of fighting and makes you read lore book after lore book. And in this place I think I'll be dead before I get through it all.

Even Cas has taken a liking to you. He teaches you about angels and you teach him how to be less awkward, it's sort of working.

Glass shattering brings you back to the present.

Well fuck, that can't be a good sign. Moments later heavy, angry foot steps deasend the hallway and a door slams. Sam's door, meaning Dean's still out there... pissed.

With a loud sigh you get out of bed. You're wearing one Dean's flannels and black lacy underwear. You've always had a crush on the older Winchester. Tonight you're hoping the outfit will work like armor. Dean's a ladies man after all, and your not bad looking if you say so yourself.

Slowly and quietly you make your way towards the command center in search of the ticking time bomb known as Dean. This is most definitely a bad idea but you can't stand the thought of him alone with all that rage running through his veins.

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The scene you walk in on saddens your soul. Dean has the bottle of amber liquor sitting beside him as he stares at the wall and broken glass. So lost in his own head he doesn't hear me coming until I'm standing in front of him.

Those bright green eyes rake up and down my body, the farther they travel the darker they become. When he drags his eyes back to mine they are damn near pitch black. Lust sparkling in them.

Oh fuck.

You try to sound strong and confident, but let's face it this man melts you into a puddle at his feet.

"Dean..." your voice is higher than normal, barely above a whisper, "are you o... okay?"

His breathing is labored, coming out in deep puffs that shake his shoulders. To look at him you'd think he was on the verge of murder. But it's his eyes, they tell a very different story.

"That’s my shirt y/n." The way your name rolls of his tongue is dangerous. Sending a warmth straight to your core, making you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes snap down to your soaking core. Shit, he noticed. Of course he did, wouldn't be a good hunter if he didn't have reflexes of a cat.

"I didnt think you'd mind. I need to do laundry. " You go to reach for his hand but he stands abruptly. Without a word he turns to leave the room, and you.

Why Dean.

Not this time. You rush him from behind but your plan back fires. Next thing you know Dean has you pinned against the wall and his hard body. Very hard... ALL of it.

After a couple moments of silence you have to ask, "why do you always run from me?"

A smile curls those perfectly soft lips before he lightly pumps his hips into yours, making his hard cock rub deliciously against your dripping core.

Well fuck, it's not that he hates me, it's that he likes me... a lot.

Now or never y/n.

Feeling brave you look him dead in the eye and ask, "why don't you use some of that pent up anger for some good big guy?" Finishing off by grabbing his cock through his jeans, hard.

Groaning, Dean rips you off the wall and down the hall.

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Bondage. Should have seen this coming in hindsight. The man thrives on control. Even more so now.

Here I am tied to Dean's bed via handcuffs. The beautiful specimen in his black boxers looking down at me as he pushes the small vibrator straight onto my bundle of nerves, again.

"Such a good girl for me. Think you have one more in that tight little pussy for me?" He moves a finger down to the plug he worked into my tight channel and softly taps.

My head is spinning from the previous orgasms he's pulled from my body already, the most I can do is let out a loud moan in answer.

This is a side of Dean I've never experienced before. He's enjoying making me cock drunk. Thriving on the power it supplies him. At least if the ever growing wet spot at the top of his boxers is any indication.

"Beg me sweetheart. Beg for my cock to fill you, stretch you." My eyes are closed but I know he's close. I can feel his hot breath on my cheek as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Dean... pl.. please can I.. I have your co.. cock"

"You're sound so pretty when you beg Princess." He lifts the vibrator off my clit just before another orgasm rips through my body. I whimper at the lose making him laugh.

Before I have time to protest my lose, Dean positions himself between my shaking thighs and feeds his rock hard dick into my soaking core.

Groans echo off the walls of his room as we adjust to the feel of each other. He's huge. That big dick cocky energy isn't a lie, the man's packing.

"Y/N you feel amazing wrapped around my cock." Slowly he pulls out until nothing but the tip is left then he slams back in. Handcuffs rattling from the movement.

He takes me hard and fast. Working both of us into a frenzy of moans and whimpers. Soon I'm clamping down on his cock making it harder for him to pull out as I scream his name and flood his member and thighs.

It's all it takes to send him over the edge as he joins me. Rope after rope of warm cum fills my quivering walls. He's Cummings so hard I can feel it begin to leak out of me and down my thighs.

Dean collapses onto my worn-out body. Only moving to undo the handcuffs and bring my arms down to massage as he catches his breath. Once we are back on planet Earth, he eases his soften dick from my abused core, the mixture of us leaking out.

Memorized for a moment, he takes his fingers and gently pushes it back inside me, causing my to whimper.

Dean smiles down at me, satisfied and moves to the bathroom to clean up and bring me a wet cloth. After he's done cleaning us up, he grabs my body and man handles it to a postion of his liking as we cuddle together.

Moments pass in silence before Dean speaks, "thank you. That was exactly what I needed to calm the mark. You're amazing sweetheart."

"Anything for you Dean."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

A soft giggle leaves my lips, "not in a bad way."

Dean sends me a naughty smirk and wink before taking my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Get some rest Princess, I have plans for us when we wake."

It's the last I hear before sleep takes my exhausted body into the land of slumber, dreaming of tomorrow and what awaits me.

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 11: Operation Hellfire

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is not mine, found on Pinterest*

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: DEATH and lots of it, explosions, guns, descriptions of dead bodies (not graphic but enough of a mention), blood, knives, stab wounds, fighting, missiles, bombs and bombing, downed plane, probably really terrible descriptions of military movements (I am not American or have any military connections, don’t fight me)

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist >> Part 10 >> Part 12

A/N: I’m sorry in advance…

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The sky had darkened considerably as Bear checked her gear again. Her mask had slid back into place and she watched with keen eyes as her platoons assembled in front of her. One platoon was staying back as reserve, Fireball having volunteered to fill that position. “Allows me to listen to what the recon teams are saying,” he’d told her, squeezing her shoulder.

A sharp gaze swept over the people before her, and Bear couldn’t help but grin a little. They had trained for this and she knew that they had one hell of a group for aerial and terrain backup if needed, but she was still uneasy. The same feeling had been bouncing around in her head since they’d arrived in Riyadh and she was over it. All she could do was push it away for now, but not so far back that it would be forgotten. “So, does everyone have everything?” Bear shouted.

“Yes ma’am!”

“You all know your roles?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Do you have any last minute questions to ask?”

“No!”

Bear clapped her hands together, the sound echoing off the buildings next to them. “Alright then. Load it up. We move in 10. Move your asses. Let’s go.”

The sudden flurry of movement made the pilots dizzy. People streamed back and forth between the choppers and supply bags, loading extra gear into the back of an armored vehicle, and in the middle, stood Bear who seemed unfazed by the chaos surrounding her. She had become the eye of the storm, making it seem like you had to fight like hell to get close and she’d make you fight for every step to escape her pull. It made her dangerous, and if you were a certain blond aviator, beautiful. This was the first time the pilots saw her in action. Sure they’d seen her fight and command her team, but watching her lead her team before an operation came as a surprise to them all. “Damn,” Fanboy whistled under his breath. “This is some serious shit.”

Sounds of agreement were heard around the WSO as they all watched Bear supervise her team. “Should we help?” Rooster asked, glancing around.

“Bear is pretty particular,” Hangman told them. “She might get mad if we try to get involved. We should probably stay out of it.”

“And you would know how?” Phoenix questioned him, grinning as the tips of his ears pinked.

Jake said nothing, knowing full well that anything he said would only give Phoenix more material to tease him with.

Bob nudged him gently. “It’s going to be okay. We have the easy part,” he tried reassuringly, but quickly added afterwards “Bear is a professional. Trust her to do what’s right.”

“That’s the part I’m worried about,” Jake mumbled to the WSO. He watched Bear tap FAK’s medic pack as they strapped it on and mumbled something to the young Seal. “How do I know that she’s going to keep herself safe as well?”

Bob nodded silently. He knew that Jake cared deeply for the Commander. Hell, he was probably one of the few who truly knew what the other man was going through. Bob’s wife flew med-evac for the Navy and his heart beat a little faster every time he saw her take off. So while he saw a little of himself in Jake right now, he also saw the hidden, unspoken love that shone through Jake’s eyes as he watched the woman in front of him. “You have to trust her, Jake. She trusts you to protect yourself. Extend that to her, and if you can’t, then you need to start,” he advised quietly.

All Jake could do was nod, opening his mouth to speak but was cut off when Bear held up a closed fist and the movement and voices around her stopped. “I trust that you all are ready to go?” Sounds of affirmation broke out across the tarmac, and the pilots watched one last equipment bag get tossed into a helicopter before it all went quiet again. “Great. Dagger team 1, get ready. My signal is your cue. You get one preemptive cue for when to be airborne. Am I understood?”

“Yes ma’am!”

Bear clapped her hands together and did one final glance around the area. “I will see you all on the other side of this. Let’s go!” Her team filed past her, grabbing their seats in the Blackhawk helicopters at the edge of the tarmac. But Bear strode over to Maverick, handing him a piece of paper. “Your radio channels. Make sure the pilots are on the top one.”

“Can do, Bear,” the older man replied, tucking the paper in his pocket. “Safe travels.”

“Thank you. Good luck aviators. Fly safe for me, will you?”

Rooster nodded. “I think we can manage that, Bear,” he told her, tapping her shoulder once.

Bear chanced a look at Jake and smiled softly when she found him already watching her. “Good,” she told them gently, “I need my flyboys and gals for this. Stay safe, okay?” When she got a few nods, she turned and walked back off towards the helicopter that had her seat. Once she was situated, she tapped her hand on the outside, and off they went, flying into the desert.

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Under the cover of the newly fallen darkness, the Seals exited the helicopters, guns drawn and scanning for any threat. Two helicopters had hovered over the roof, their occupants repelling down before flying off, landing a safe distance away.

Bear had heard confirmation of the Alpha pilot team’s take off just before they landed, and was waiting for her team’s entry preparations to be completed. “Copy eyes,” Fireball said over coms. “Echo 5 recon has eyes Bear, how copy?”

“Copy Fireball,” Bear replied in a low tone. She caught a glimpse of Bug giving her a thumbs up from the rooftop. “Marshmallow, how copy?”

“Copy.”

“Electrical ready to blow?”

“Affirmative, waiting on your command,” came the man’s gruff reply.

“Alpha squadron how copy?” One final location check was all she needed from the aviators as she stepped into her position by the door.

“Copy Phoenix.” Chiming in shortly after the woman’s voice, Bear could make out the replies of the other pilots.

“Location status, Phoenix.”

Up in the air, Phoenix checked her screens. “Less than 12 clicks out. Awaiting order to drop,” she told the other woman on the ground.

Bear nodded. “Copy that. Alpha squadron. Banshee. Banshee,” she said loudly. “Go get them.” To her team, she gave the breach order and the lights in the compound shut off suddenly, plunging its occupants into darkness.

A minute later, a burst of light and noise echoed through the desert miles away, signaling the successful hits from the pilots. But that wasn’t her problem. Into the darkness she went, her team fanning out around her.

The building was soon filled with the sound of bullets flying accompanied by the shouts of dying men, enveloping them in the chaos of warfare as multiple teams advanced through the darkness. Creeping towards the middle floors where they knew al-Hameed, Khrushov, and Osmund were staying.

At the end of a long hallway, Bear held her hand up, fist closed, stopping her team in their tracks behind her. Giving the signal to split up between the two new halls, Bear felt the taps of her team as they passed her, the commander bringing up the rear as they moved down the left hall.

“Grenade!” Raptor shouted not even a full 20 seconds later, as he dove off to the side. The bomb bounced down the hall, its path cleared by the Seals taking cover and stopped inches from Bear’s feet.

Eyes wide behind her mask and her heart in her throat, Bear snatched up the grenade and launched it back down the hall, ducking for cover as it flew back the way it came.

The sound was deafening, and the explosion brought down the wall a ways ahead of Bear’s team. She stood shakily, ears ringing from the blast and grasped Flare’s outstretched hand. The pair provided cover for the others as they picked themselves up from the debris, before moving slowly forwards. Any survivors of the blast were swiftly dealt with, silenced abruptly by single shots to the head.

There was a sudden shout over coms, and a panicked request for their medic, who had gone in with Shrike. Bear heard FAK’s calm reply, requesting details, followed by Shrike’s order for two of her people to cover the young medic, and she made note of it as they approached the corner of the next hallway.

A doorway stood to the left, and Bear and one other ducked through it, weapons raised and scanning the room. “Clear,” her partner said and turned to leave, but as he did, a figure jumped out of the darkness, knocking the weapon from his hands.

Bear sprang into action, her gun left hanging from its strap and pulled her secondary weapon from its holster. By this point, the attacker had been flung off the Seal and was rising to his feet, knife in hand.

His attempted lunge forward was futile. With a blank expression, Bear fired off two shots to the head and heart, killing the would-be attacker instantly. A narrowed glare had the younger Seal shrinking back, eyes wide. “Clear,” Bear snapped, pulling the tape from her belt and slapping a mark on the now empty room.

They advanced down the rest of the hallway, finding a few more insurgents who were quickly dispatched with a hail of bullets as they went down.

“Bear, how copy?” Bug said over coms.

“Copy Bug.”

“Reaching second floor. No sign of targets. How proceed?”

“With caution,” Bear replied as she filed after her team down a set of stairs. “Team three descending to lower level one.”

“Copy.”

The sweeps of the lower levels were silent, except for the hum of generators providing power to what was essentially a bomb shelter. Down here, the white walls made the dark blue of the Seals’ gear stand out, making them clear targets.

They wove quietly through the halls, pausing at each corner before slipping down yet another blank hall. A creaking sound ahead had Bear signaling for her team to stop, but it was too late and a large man barreled around the corner, screaming in Urdu as he tackled Bear to the floor.

Her team froze, unsure how to proceed. The man was right on top of Bear, any shot they fired could hit her by mistake and they were left unable to help as they watched Bear fight.

She squirmed under his grip, fighting back with a ferocity he clearly wasn’t expecting. He grunted as Bear drove her fist into his side repeatedly, trying to dislodge his grip on her. It was futile though, once he got a grip on her throat. She kicked her feet, wriggling and grasping at his clothing. Spots started to appear in her vision and by a stroke of luck, she was able to draw her knife and drive it repeatedly into the man’s chest.

Blood poured from the wounds and Bear rolled out from under him just as the man fell to the floor. He hissed out one last curse in Urdu before falling still as Bear sat gasping for breath a few feet away. The front of her uniform was soaked with his blood, not that it showed, but she could feel it seeping into the shirt she wore underneath.

Flare knelt next to her Commander, pulling her mask up to inspect her throat. The younger woman winced at the red marks he had left behind, knowing full well that they would bruise horribly. “Can you speak?” Flare asked, her eyes filled with concern.

“Yes,” Bear rasped out. It hurt to draw in a full breath but she would take the bruises and the bloody knife over the death that the man had promised her. “I should be okay in a few minutes,” she managed to wheeze. “Just give me a little bit.”

Flare nodded, sitting back on her heels. She knew that there wasn’t much she could to help, but figured that her presence might help a little. And sure enough, five minutes later, Bear pulled herself to her feet. She pulled her mask back down, tucking it into her uniform before rolling her shoulders and motioning for her team to follow her down the hall.

Minutes passed but it felt like hours. Each room turned up empty and it only served to make every Seal in the vicinity nervous and on edge. There weren't nearly enough people as expected for a compound that held a known jihadist leader and an international weapons dealer. People like them traveled with a large group of soldiers, guards, as well as loyal followers. A few people here and there did nothing but increase the overall anxiety of the Seal team creeping through the building.

Bear had just rounded the corner when another scream of indecipherable Urdu echoed off the sterile walls. A knife was thrust into Raptor’s arm, blood splattering the floor. He grunted in pain, grabbing his rifle with his uninjured arm and fired a stream of bullets into his attacker even as the man fell dead at his feet.

“Shit,” Bear swore, lowering her weapon and moving to Raptor’s side. She pushed up his blood-soaked sleeve, grimacing at the wound before rummaging for her first aid kit. She passed him a large piece of gauze, telling him to press it against the slash. Her team had immediately swarmed around them, guns up, watching closely for any other men who thought they could launch an attack, while Bear was distracted.

Raptor hissed at the pressure, but he did as ordered, his blood staining the compress almost immediately. “Fucking hell,” the man grunted through gritted teeth. “That fucking bastard.”

“Hold still.” Bear’s voice was quiet but firm as she placed another several compresses on top of the blood-stained one before bandaging it tightly. “Can you still use your weapon?”

The man before her nodded, reaching for the weapon with his injured arm. He hissed softly, but quickly assured his Commander that he was fine.

“Okay. Get in the middle,” Bear ordered. “Let’s move.” They continued on, running into a few more guards, but again, nowhere near the amount they had expected or trained for.

Their coms crackled, Bug’s voice informing the Seals that Osmund was down. “Maybe 10 people protecting her. Advising caution in search of al-Hameed and Khrushov.”

“Copy,” Bear replied. Her heart sank, knowing that she could be walking into an ambush. She had written her letters, and was prepared for death, but that didn’t mean she wanted it. Her thoughts flickered to Jake and the soft plea that he would carry on if she were to die tonight. But she pushed every thought of him out of her head. Bear couldn’t afford the distraction right now. Her team needed her and she would fight like hell to get them out safely. “Stay liquid,” she ordered her team, before Flare tapped her shoulder, encouraging her forwards.

They traveled down hallway after hallway with no sign of anyone, friend or foe. Bear hardly heard Shrike’s voice saying that her team had joined the party on the basement level, she just kept moving. Each room was swept, reflective tape slapped on the doorframes, marking it as clear.

The halls were silent. The pristine white walls showed no sign of life, or death for that matter.

A noise up ahead had Bear freezing, hand held up, ordering a stop. The sound grew closer, stopping just out of sight from where Bear stood. She lifted her foot and brought it down in a rhythmic pace, never moving from her spot.

It must have been enough for whoever was on the other side because seconds later a group of six or so men came out from behind the wall, guns raised and firing at the Seals before them. Bear’s team reacted immediately, weapons firing off round after round. Seconds passed and the group before them lay dead, bullet holes pock-marking their bodies as the floor was slowly stained crimson.

Flare led the next advance, stepping over the blood to avoid a trail, and rounded the corner, Raptor close behind her.

They continued on. Taking out small roving groups of sentries, but nowhere near the amount expected for a warlord and a weapons dealer to have on their staff. The air in this lower level was frigid, a result of the generators being forced into action. It made the environment just that much more unsettling.

Beads of sweat rolled down Bear’s spine, soaking into the material of her pants as she swept yet another room. Her nerves were fraught with tension, each hair on the back of her neck stood on end at some unknown feeling that raced down her spine like a gust of wind. Something was about to happen, what it was, she didn’t know. But she couldn’t let herself get distracted. “Bear,” Flare whispered from her left.

“What?”

Flare held her thumb up, a look of curiosity on her face. She was silently asking if her commander was alright, having picked up on the unsettled nature of her commanding officer and based on their conversation before leaving, the younger woman was concerned.

Bear merely nodded, her mind elsewhere as she spoke with Shrike over the coms, confirming her Lieutenant’s location. “Shrike says that there seems to be a reinforced door near them. She suspects al-Hameed and Khrushov are holed up inside but is waiting for us before proceeding,” Bear spoke in a low voice.

A tap to the back of her vest made Flare turn, eyes narrowing as she followed the gaze of one of her soldiers. Behind a corner, she could just make out the face of a little boy. “Bear.”

The woman turned to look and her heart sank. al-Hameed had resorted to child soldiers. To her, that was the lowest of the low. Forcing a child to fight in a war fought between adults, exposing them to violence of this kind was cruel and unjust. All this did was ignite a fire in her soul, burning hot and bright, she made a silent vow to bring these horrific men to justice for their crimes. “Keep an eye out,” she said quietly. “We have to meet Shrike. Watch our six, Flare.”

The corridors passed in a haze of white polished metal. Nothing to distinguish one room from the next and it only added to the tension woven into the hearts and minds of the approaching Seals. They had come around a corner and Bear caught a glimpse of the US flag patch on one of the soldiers up ahead. She knocked on the wall twice, waiting for the answering taps and when she received them, Bear led her team around to meet Shrike.

“What’s the situation?“

“A camera through the vents says that both targets are inside, along with at least 30 men. All are armed,” Shrike informed her, having stepped closer.

Bear nodded. “Any children among the soldiers?”

“None that I could see. Why?”

“We had one following us a ways back. Unsure if they were a soldier or the child of someone inside the bunker, but I have two people monitoring,” Bear told her Lieutenant. “Do you have a plan?”

Shrike nodded and motioned for a few of her people to come forward so they could discuss their proposed method of entry. The conversation took less than five minutes and soon, everyone had their roles. Their targets were barricaded inside so they had to be quick.

Taking her position, Flare signaled to Chip, who gave the breach command. The explosives that had been set were detonated and stun grenades were thrown inside. The sound ricocheted off the walls, deafening anyone caught unprepared. This gave the Seals their advantage, they entered through the smoke, firing shots into those who raised weapons in attack.

Soon, Bear had al-Hameed bleeding out at her feet. Khrushov had been taken down as he tried to escape through the open door and his glassy eyes stared unmoving up at the ceiling. The scent of blood, smoke, and drywall mingled together, creating a suffocating cloud that had a few of the younger members vomiting. This was their first combat experience and they had done well, despite the brutality of the last four minutes.

Shrike met Bear’s gaze and nodded once. “This is Bear. The Snake and the Weasel are down. I repeat, Snake and Weasel are down.” Whoops from the other teams filled the ears of those still deep in the bunker, joy at having completed their mission. “Bring them topside. Keep your guards up. We have no idea who is still lurking.”

No sooner had Bear spoken those words when a hail of bullets were fired into the room. Bear caught six in her vest, the force knocking her down as she gasped for breath. Shrike had been able to get behind a knocked over chair, and was firing back, wincing as bullets tore through the upholstery.

Screams echoed and Bear dragged herself towards Shrike, grunting as she forced herself to sit up and return fire. “Bear requesting back up. We are pinned down!” She called through her coms, hoping and praying that Bug heard her over the noise.

“Rally! Rally!” Bear yelled over the noise, trying to regroup her team. Bullets flew back, halting the attackers’ advance as bodies began to pile up at the entryway.

Bullets ran low and Bear knew that her people were struggling to fight back. She patted her belt, hoping to find something, anything to help her team get out alive.

Nothing.

Not even a bandage to wrap around the gashes on her arm and the bullet graze on her hip. Bear’s eyes slipped shut and she let one tear fall. This wouldn’t be it. It couldn’t be the last stand. “Please…” she whispered as Shrike fired her last round.

“Get down!” Raptor yelled from across the room, launching a grenade out the door and into the hall. Seconds passed before the explosion shook the room, shouts of pain and the final prayers of dead men following in its wake.

And just as soon as the chaos had begun, just as soon as Bear had sent her prayers up to a god that may or may not be there, it stopped. Silence filled the air as Seals popped up from where they had taken shelter, slowly taking stock of weapons and casualties. Only one man on her team had been killed. A cluster of bullets littered his lower body, one having passed through the femoral artery. He’d bled out as suddenly and as violently as the attackers had appeared.

Bear’s heart sank. One casualty that she could have prevented. A man with a family lay unmoving, his uniform marking him as her soldier. A man who served with honor and pride. She made a silent vow to never forget him. “Let’s get out. Team 1 should be heading out again soon.”

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The Seals had slowly left the compound; the bodies of their targets dropped unceremoniously in the sand in front of the landed Humvees. The fallen soldier, a man known as Wasp, was placed in a bag and laid in the vehicle, Flare choosing to stand guard over him. She would honor tradition as he had come from her team.

Bug and Bear met on the sand a ways off from the compound, exchanging a handshake and offering their sympathies to one another before they moved to organize the search teams.

“Okay. Listen up. Bug has informed me that her team has searched the upper levels and gathered the evidence they deem important for our purposes. Shrike will take a secondary team up to ensure nothing was missed before we send for the second round of pilots. Shrike, form your team,” Bear ordered, as she turned to inspect some of the papers collected from al-Hameed’s office. She had sent Raptor over to FAK almost immediately, the medic doing their best to tend to both him and Finch, who had been shot badly early on in the breach.

Minutes passed before a shout told her that the second search team was reentering the building. It gave Bear a chance to check in with the pilots. “Bear to Maverick, do you copy?”

“Mav copy.”

“Has Alpha team departed on the second bombing run yet?”

Back in Riyadh, Maverick leaned over to look out the window in the command tower. “They departed only a few minutes ago, should be over your location in a few.”

“Copy that. Thank you.” Bear returned to her papers but glanced up when she heard the roar of planes overhead. Since they had entered the compound, light was just beginning to creep up on the horizon once again, and Bear caught a glimpse of the four planes that raced by. She noticed that one was falling behind, almost like something on the aircraft wasn’t working properly. But she couldn’t be sure.

“Flyboy, what’s your ETA to target?“ Bear asked.

“Not too long now, Bear. About 45 seconds to drop,” Jake’s voice sounded over her coms. There was a tightness in his words, like he was focusing hard on something.

“Are you okay up there?”

Up in the sky, Jake swore under his breath, flipping switches, trying to figure out what wasn’t working properly. “Just peachy, Teddy. A couple of lights are flashin’ but it’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

Coyote was the next to respond. “Anything we can do to help?”

“Just keep going. I’ll be there soon,” Jake replied. “Just give me a few min-”

Bear’s mouth fell open as she watched the fiery tail of a missile ascend higher and higher until it made contact with the last plane. “No…” she whispered in shock. Her heart felt like it had been put in a vice, squeezed tighter and tighter until she was sure it would explode.

Her coms were a flurry of noise and panicked voices all speaking over each other. No one seemed to notice that Bear had sunk to her knees behind the Humvee, silent tears falling from her eyes as she watched the plane crash back down to Earth. Jake was gone. The man she spent so long denying her feelings for was gone. Taken from her in a singular moment that happened as quick as a breath.

She let out a single choked off sob, her hand coming up to muffle the sound. Nobody could know of her grief. This was personal, and she didn’t let personal get in the way of her job. She had to keep her composure, no matter how much her heart was breaking as she watched plumes of smoke rise up into the sky.

Nothing would change the fact that her Jake was gone.

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A/N: I’m going to hide now. Thank you @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for proofreading.

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velvetures · 7 months

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alr alr alr so hear me out just HEAR me out right

Gaz. Right, right. Showing the reader he's a certified munch. Right. Idk how it would go. I imagine he maybe helped them out with something and they owe him a solid and then bro just like "fuq all this sexual attention bruv. Bring dat arse here and let me sip on ye like sum fine wine" or sumn. Idk. BUT PLS CONSIDER IT PLS I LOVE THIS MAN SOO MUCH

Tip the Driver

summary: you go above and beyond the call of duty and it earns you a certain operator's constant attention and adoration. he's insistent that he pays you back... and you're utterly shocked at what he suggests.

t/w's: canonical violence, blood, GSW, Gaz eating pussy like a champ, fem-reader, fem oral receiving, dirty talk, fingering, female orgasm, male orgasm, public?fuck,... probably missed a bunch..

MRAP's didn't make for the best office... but it was yours whether or not you liked it all that much or not. Between the .50 cal bolted to the roof and the unmoveable windows, it made for a shitty view just about everywhere you received orders to go. Be it sand and dusty nothingness or abandoned and flaming city streets with car alarms blaring after a bomb strike. Your "office" hardly proved to be comfortable, but no one could contest your ability to drive the damn thing and keep the men inside of it safe.

The most important of all was Task Force 141 on the frequent occasions that your specialist skills were necessary for getting the boys in and out of a tight situation when a helo couldn't be afforded. It was a pain in the ass job that hardly anyone ever wanted... and you couldn't say that you'd initially volunteered for it either. You'd been forced after multiple vehicle squads declined to work with the 141.

Nothing ever went to plan with them.

It all happened far too quickly.

What started as a simple insertion by vehicle turned into nearly inescapable hellfire raining down on the sides of your armored truck. Banging heavy brass and lead rounds against the walls and drowning out the sounds of Captain Price’s orders. The whole plan went to shit the first second an RPG took a nose dive less than fifteen feet in front of your truck; stalling the movement of the small convoy and pinning you between two rocky cliffs pinched off and slowly closing up even tighter.

One moment you were doing the only thing asked of you: drive Task Force 141 through the gap to the small terrorist encampment on the other side, and hide yourself until they needed a quick escape. The next you were knelt down in the back, tightening down a tourniquet around Kyle Garrick’s thigh and preparing with shaky hands to pack a steadily bleeding bullet wound. There was hardly a second to think about anything, much less second guess your best instincts after Soap and Ghost hauled Gaz back to the truck and made a very harsh demand that you “pack him tight”.

Honestly, you didn’t even know what that meant. But Gaz -in all his inhuman strength- had enough patience and discipline to ignore the pain he was feeling to walk you through exactly what it took to keep him from bleeding out before you could get him somewhere for real medical attention. From cutting his own pant leg open to handing you each tool or material necessary, Kyle couldn’t have been a better patient to learn with. But it didn’t make you feel any better for looking up at him every few seconds and seeing him practically chewing on his own belt to keep from screaming or cracking his teeth.

“Doin’ good sweetheart…”

“That’s it, keep it -fuck- keep it tight like that…”

“Can’t be shy with me. Need you to be tough, m’kay?”

Every little praise or motivation he gave made eased your worries, but damn if you didn’t feel the littlest bit guilty for needing a wounded man to give you reassurance. It should’ve been the opposite. You easing his nerves. Telling him he’d be okay, and that there wasn’t anything to worry about. But there wasn’t a single thing you could do except following his directions to the letter, and hope that he didn’t pass out before you could finish up.

“For a gearhead, you’ve got nice hands…”

“Aren’t you a little too pretty to get stuck drivin’ us around?”

The longer you stayed in the back with Gaz, trying to mop up the blood pooling on the floor and around him, the more invested he became with you; not just what you were doing to make sure he didn’t die. Naturally, you’d known Kyle well enough to say you were acquaintances but it was never significant enough to say more than a friendly hello and goodbye when you caught each other’s attention. But with each milliliter of blood lost, Kyle Garrick began losing that well-mannered silence he was so often teased about. Enjoying the sight of you that close to you, and mentioning even the smallest little goofy detail he could muster up in half-consciousness.

“Gaz… you need to rest,” You’re hardly able to get the words out with all of the anxiety you have building with each bullet lodging itself in the side of your truck. “Can’t have you leaving us…” He just chuckles with a little wince. Leaning his head back against the back of your driver’s seat with one hand resting over his thigh and the other instinctively resting on the grip of his pistol still tucked against his hip.

“Not leaving if you’re around… s’pecially now that i’ve got your attention..” He gives a shy little smile. “You’re a really pretty for a MRAP driver… well… the only pretty one…” His eyes cut down and away from yours. “But still…”

You’d have been mush with such a cute admission had it not been for the firefight happening just outside your vehicle. And it was the limit of your power to ensure that Gaz was stable until there wasn’t a shot fired and you heard a nearly breathless all-clear from Captain Price outside. When the back doors swung open, the rest of Task Force 141 took in the sight of your blood-soaked gear, red-stained hands, sweat dripping down your neck, and Kyle slumped against you sleeping off the exhaustion with a fairly decent field dressing.

They were impressed.

Enough so that Price ordered Ghost to drive and let you sit in the back next to Gaz who had unconsciously laid up against you like a body pillow of sorts. Your mission had been busted by bad intel and a tip-off. It led to all of you regrouping back at base.

The 141 hauling Kyle off to the infirmary to get legitimate treatment, and you back to the garage where your truck had been shot to hell and back and needed repairs… If you could make them.

It was a good thing you’d been in a MRAP… but even they could only take so much abuse before bulletproof panels started bending and cracking under pressure. On first inspection you’d seen the pinholes of light shining from the garage lights through the walls onto the blood-stained floor in the back. And that was an entirely different struggle you’d been attempting to overcome. Seeing the dark red remanence of Gaz’s injury puddled and dried all over the desert tan painted floor. You’d been so upset by it that you attempted to scrub it off by hand since nothing else had worked. For two days you scrubbed at it… your squad mates passing by to yet again see you down on your hands and knees with a scrub brush, hot water, and bleach. But you’d hardly made a dent in the unmistakable stains by the time that Gaz was given full release from the doctors on staff.

Fuck, the only reason you knew that was because he’d been the one to come and find you still scrubbing at the back of your truck.

The light tap on the open back door halted your frenzied scrubbing. Looking up from the pink-tinged bubbles surrounding your hands, you came to meet Kyle standing there a bit stiffly with a somewhat curious look on his face.

“Sorry about that…” His apology isn’t exactly a joke, but you can tell that a part of it bothers him. “I’m normally not that messy.”

“You hardly have a reason to be sorry.” You feel responsible for reassuring him. Having it in the back of your mind that without saying it, he’d go on believing that you were inconvenienced by the whole ordeal, instead of deeply, and for some reason -very- emotionally protective. “It’s the least I can do to let you bleed in my truck.”

Kyle chuckled, stiffly moving to pull himself up into the vehicle. He sat down even more slowly with his boots facing away from the stain you’d been scrubbing at. “I guess you have had at least a couple fingers shoved inside my thigh… maybe we’re even?”

He earns a laugh from you.

Probably the most genuine one you’ve let out since the day he got injured. Gaz can’t help but be reminded of just how pretty you are in that moment. Kneeling there with a mop bucket and suds of soap surrounding your knees with baby hairs sticking to the sweat on your forehead. He’d not been too under the influence to exaggerate just how pretty he thought you were. And the fact that your job entailed driving on an equal skill level to being part of the presidential motorcade certainly added attraction points.

That little crush he nursed was ignored as much as possible. But remembering small flashes of your worried face looking over him a few days back haunted every waking moment of his day. While a little crush on a pretty girl was one thing, adding fuel to that fire was burning Kyle’s self-control into ashes.

He wanted to think there was some way of… flirting with you, he supposed. Giving a hint that he wasn’t just coming to waste time in the garage with you because of how well you shoved gauze into the hole in his thigh. But he could only think of one decent idea… and damn if he didn’t think it was the most feral thing he’d ever dreamt up. Seeing you just sitting there like that enticed his pain-med-laced thoughts with enough eroticism to even make Soap’s head spin like a fucking top.

“You feeling okay Gaz?” The sound of your voice breaks him from the thoughts.

His nods, one hand sliding over the heavily bandaged spot on his thigh under his pants. “Yeah, just thinking about something…”

Your eyebrows quirk up. “What’s that? Must be important for you to be staring off into nothingness like that.”

“Just how I’m going to pay you back for keeping me alive.” He smiles, lazily drawing his gaze down to look at you. His forearms resting on his thighs gently, looking down at you sitting just out of arm’s reach on the floor. “And I think I know how to do it.”

Kyle’s wide stance and downright confident swagger merely sitting there makes the slight bleach smell in the air pale in comparison to the dizziness his heavy gaze does. From the black boots, to the jeans, hoodie and black baseball cap, he’s nothing short of pure masculine energy. And fuck does he know it. Screaming felt like an appropriate response to his comments, yet the only think that could come out of your mouth was a nervous giggle. Soft and a little hesitant. Flashing your nervous anxiety like a white flag right in Kyle’s face.

“Somethin’ funny?” He smirked a little, adjusting the bill of his cap and tugging it down closer to his eyebrows. You shake your head ‘no’, trying to recover and sober up quickly.

“Oh, no… please, do tell.” He presses smoothly, dark eyes brightening with what you can only compare to champagne and chocolate diamonds glittering in warm, cocktail bar lighting. Enticing… rich… and oh-so-pretty.

“Just, sounded a little suggestive is all.” You smile, saying it with an uncertainty that wavers between it being a joke, and a question as to his seriousness. Trying to keep the ball in his court as not to foul up on whatever kind of situation Kyle came here to trap you in.

If it’s naturally possible, his eyes darken. “What if I was being a lot more suggestive?” His upper body leans a little closer. “What would you think then?” You feel your own stomach twist into tight knots.

“I’d think you’re crazy.”

Gaz laughs. Actually laughs out loud, and grins down at you.

“Crazy, huh?” He reaches a hand out, fingertips touching the underside of your chin and guiding your face up to meet his. His huffs a little chuckle, almost mesmerized by you and the way you think. “Well, I might just be,” He answered quietly.

“But that isn’t going to stop me.” You swallow thickly, feeling his thumb brush over the swell of your bottom lip ever so softly.

“Stop you from doing what exactly?” Gaz chuckles lowly again, giving a moment to look at the blood stain on the floor and the hell of a time you’d been having trying to remove it.

“Showing you the one other time I don’t mind making a mess.”

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You can’t be sure if it’s just how time suddenly bends around Gaz, or if you just can’t care enough to keep track of it. But you find yourself sitting naked in the drivers seat of your own MRAP, pants hanging from one ankle, shoes lost somewhere in the cab, and your panties shoved into Gaz’s back pocket. Be an hour or five, you’d already lost count of the times Kyle gave you the same praise as he did when you were helping patch him up.

Only this time, he was muffling your screams of pleasure with his hot mouth pressed against yours and fingers so deep inside your cunt that it was almost too easy to make you come for him. Your slick dripped from your clenching pussy into the fabric seat cover, soaking Kyle’s whole hand and your ass.

“That’s it… such a pretty pussy…” His low rumbling praise against your ear feels like electric static running down your spine. “What a lucky man… getting to shove my fingers in it, and see how wet I can make you.”

Lithe digits massage against the squishy front wall of your cunt, while his other hand doubles to put pressure on your stomach while rubbing at your clit with his fingertips all at the same time. You’re helpless to do more than let your head heavily thump against the tinted window behind you and squeeze your eyes shut to keep from utterly losing your mind. Kyle Garrick has turned you into a whimpering, messy, slutty-looking mess. And god is he more than happy to let you know just how good it looks from his angle.

“Fuucckk yesss..” He groans, kneeling closer to your pussy. Resting his cheek against your inner thigh and pressing a sloppy kiss to it when he’s able to draw yet another orgasm from you. Rending your legs truly useless and unable to fend off his attacks in any meaningful way.

It’s exactly where he wants you.

You’re pinned back against your seat with your knees on either side of your head and a dizzy look on your face as Kyle blows a teasing breath against your swollen clit, staring down at you damn near drunk off the sight alone. It makes you yelp, but with all of his methodical preparation, the only thing keeping him from sinking his tongue into your wet hole is wanting to see what other sounds he can drag out of you without touching that sensitive collection of nerve endings. Gaz couldn’t get enough of seeing your legs limp and easily maneuvered out of his way so that nothing more than your submissive little expressions and dripping cunt are on display.

“Told you I don’t like making messes…” His tongue licked lazily at the crease of your thigh, teasing himself with just the slightest tase of your arousal. Edging himself with the full prize of tasting all of his hard work.

“But I want you to look this slutty all the time, pretty girl…” He grinned darkly.

Finally lowering himself to your core, he curls his tongue through your folds with a satisfied groan. Purposefully burying his nose against your clit and sucking at your release until he’s certain he won’t need to eat for the rest of the day. You’re too wrecked to squirm anymore. Merely staring up blankly at the celling as he tongue rolls over your clit and dips down to gather up your slick before it drips down onto the seat again.

“Oh my god…” It’s a miracle you can utter a single word.

Kyle squeezes at the muscle and fat on your thighs in reward for finding your voice, if even for just a moment. That’s good… he thinks, knowing you can take this much pleasure and not give up when he’s still not satiated with the taste of your come sliding down his throat. He’s nearly lost all composure of himself as well; but damn if he didn’t just want to tie your legs to the driver’s seat and steering wheel just so he could lap at your cunt for hours without you interrupting him. Wishful thinking for this only being the first time he’d been able to taste you. But he was certain there wouldn’t be a single day in the future he’d go without at least the slightest tease of your pleasure lingering on his lips.

“One more,” He demands, teasing your hole with his thumb as his tongue traces your inner lips languidly. “Feed me baby…”

There’s not a moment’s hesitation.

You nearly come on command at this point. So overstimulated but desperate for more that when Kyle gently grazes his teeth over your clit, everything unravels in a fuzzy lost of your eyesight and a shock of sensation so strong in your body that Gaz manages to actually make your legs shake one last time. It’s so damn strong tears flood your eyes, and it’s not until you feel him slowly pumping a few of his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt that you realize he’s actually helping you ride it out by stroking at your g-spot tenderly and kissing your inner thigh.

He looks just as lost in the moment as you feel.

His mouth parted and still lapping at your folds like he’s possessed to do nothing else. Your arousal slicking the entire lower half of his face, and his baseball cap turned around backwards with a light grey t-shirt that he’d have to let dry before getting out of your truck due to the cum splatters covering the front. As if that wasn’t enough to turn you on seeing Kyle Garrick on his knees and pussy drunk off you, the large wet spot just to the left of his zipper made your weakened muscles clench around his fingers. Kyle follows your line of sight, chuckling quietly and gently palming at his softening cock through his pants with a small shrug.

“It’s my favorite…” He explains soft but very honestly, eyes flashing back to where he begins slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. Eyeing his own fingers and how your walls accommodate them before sinking his own fingers in his mouth to finish ‘clean up’ on his favorite messy job.

“Now we’re even?” You ask, a little dazed and reaching a hand out to find his for some stability and reassurance. Kyle laughs softly, helping you readjust your legs and lifting you up to sit in his lap to ward off the after-sex chills raising up on your bared skin.

“I suppose so,” His wetted lips press against your temple and linger there reverently for a minute or two.

“Or… we could… keep doing each other favors?” His voice lowers a bit, sounding far too unsure for your liking.

“I don’t want to do favors, Gaz.” You smile.

“I just wanna do you.”

#gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #cod mwii #cod #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #velvetures #velvetures writes #velvetures answers #anon <3

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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I have been thinking real hard on it.

There's a reason why the 2012 boys don't have powers like Rise do.

These guys have a kill count. These guys, even if they have plans for things, are alsp kind of really reckless if they want to.

Now imagine if 12 Leo had access to portals. He can go anywhere he wants. HE CAN GO INSIDE SHREDDER'S LAIR. In amd out, just like that. HE CAN PORTAL HIM OFF A CLIFF FOR FUNSIES IF HE WANTED TO.

12 Raph plus red armor that can make him bigger and stronger? That's just BEGGING for troubles, because you bet he won't fucking hesitate to MAIM SOMEONE WITH A SINGLE PUNCH.

Donnie? Oh just give him access to make ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING HE CAN. He can create things out of trash, what more else can he make when he can create things out of NOTHING NOW HUH?? WHAT'S STOPPING HIM TO MAKE A NUCLEAR BOMB??

And 12 Mikey.

Do you fucking trust this man with fire?

You bet your ass Shredder's gonna have to cover up, because this little shit is gonna be your burning dojo 2.0.

HE'S GONNA PLAY WITH FIRE AND HE'S NOT AFRAID TO DO SO.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #the only thing stopping all of then from rampaging is their morals #but what morals do they even have left like tf

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fryingpan1234567 · 2 months

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putting the 141, who is already military, into sub-military aus is so special to me

Top Gun au so I can put them in planes. dope ass painted flight helmets with their callsigns across the back. Laswell and her wife own a bar that the boys like to frequent and cause trouble in. also an excuse to stick them on the California coast

Halo au because SPARTAN ARMOR?? alien warfare?? mostly the armor HELP I just wanna give Gaz a giant energy sword please

PacRim au to put them in giant robots. and so I can fuck w drift compatibility. bomber jackets with their names and jaeger insignias stitched on the sleeves and backs. bullying recruits who just wanna punch aliens. I know this one’s already been written (AMAZING fic do check it out) but still it’s everything

Avatar au because… what’s not to love? giant blue aliens with guns and pterodactyls and floating mountains?? yeah dude I am ALL in (I’m also kinda writing this if you wanna see sooo)

SCP au simply because that would be so fucking funny. “goddamn it people are going missing at IKEA again let’s fuckin move out I guess” “IF THAT FUCKING PEANUT BREACHES CONTAINMENT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME—“ “huh this house sure is weird I hope none of us get turned into code and lag out of existence” LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE

Monsterverse because I think seeing Ghost’s reaction to Godzilla crawling out of a mountain and turning pink would just… cure me. Price has sympathy for the monsters but also just wants to protect all the humans in their path. Soap LOVES all of them (Mothra is his personal favorite) and punched a higher-up who suggested bombing a recently discovered nest one time. Gaz is mostly just in awe of them all, but they also give him anxiety because just one of them could flatten an entire house with one step. they be vibin

Jurassic World because my dinosaur fixation started when I was four and never went away. I’ll fight all of you. raptor trainer Ghost?? paleoveterinarian Soap who’s friends with all the dinos?? head of security Price and head park management Gaz?? please (I’m also writing this one)

like yes. they still do the military thing. but slightly to the left. I could do it all day

#cod #task force 141 #tf141 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #top gun au #halo au #pacrim au #avatar au #scp au #monsterverse au #Jurassic world au

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dragonjadearts · 1 year

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quick concept I had for Luke in mandalorian armor. I know most of the time his outfits are black, but I really adore the cream/white looks from New Hope and ESB, so that was the main inspiration for this

Also this was inspired by a fic idea that I had, so if you want to read that, you can read the bullet list under the cut below

Atin — Stubborn, tenacious, capable of endurance [ah-TEEN]

At some point after S2 ends, Din gets in contact with Luke and they start co-parenting Grogu

Then Din decides to stop avoiding responsibility like a plague and take up the mantle of Manda’lor

He and Bo-Katan and several other clans retake Mandalore

They set up in Sundari first, focusing their efforts on rebuilding there as a start

At some point, Din reaches out to the New Republic and starts negotiations to respect Mandalore as its own independent system

Luke and Din continue to talk and eventually Luke moves out to Sundari so Din can be close to his son while Luke continues to teach him

They start to rebuild Keldabe, which is in much worse condition

Din leaves for a while to finish up proper negotiations for a treaty with the New Republic, leaving Luke in his place to make sure no one on the ruling council acts outside of his general wishes

Luke heads out to Keldabe to focus on rebuilding efforts there

His focus is on setting up farms and moisture farms to rebuild the soil in one of the old districts that’s so badly bombed that it’s barely habitable

The bio dome is still up but is badly damaged

The work is set back by frequent sandstorms that get in through the cracks in the bio dome, causing workers to take shelter until they pass and wrecking the farms

Eventually the air in Keldabe gets bad enough that every worker wears their armor/helmet outside at all times to filter through the air

Luke is called back to Sundari by the Armorer who gifts him a set of armor built out of Obi-Wan’s old armor which Bo-Katan found in storage on Concordia

The armor has been shored up and redesigned to better fit Luke’s body/fighting style

It’s light and doesn’t have space for extra weapons since Luke doesn’t use them

It’s been painted in cream and Luke takes some extra paint to decorate the helmet with two circles in white and pink to mimic the two suns of Tatooine

He returns to Keldabe to continue his work

At some point Din comes back and lands in Sundari with some senators to show off the work they’ve been doing

They stay in Sundari for a few days but Leia and a few others want to see Keldabe. Leia wants to help but at least one of the other senators wants to judge the current strength of the Mandalorians

Din reluctantly agrees

In order to visit they have to wear goggles and filters. They don’t wear helmets because buy’ce is sacred and while Luke is considered allit, these random ass senators certainly don’t

They head out to Sundari and Luke greets them. He doesn’t see Leia at first because she’s in the back and he’s wearing his helmet

Luke eagerly explains the work they’re doing as he leads them through Keldabe’s broken down castle to The Hub

When they get there, Din lets them know they can take off their filters if they’d like

Luke takes off his helmet

Ta-da, identity reveal

Idk where this will go from here honestly, that’s all I got so far but if a better writer than me wants to do this fic, I will give them free reign if they promise I get to illustrate it for them

#star wars #star wars fic idea #star wars art #star wars mandalorian #luke skywalker #luke skywalker star wars #luke skywalker art #star wars luke #mandalorian armor #star wars fanart #star wars fic #star wars luke skywalker #dinluke #the art itself isnt dinluke but the idea sure would be #maybe some day ill write this but i really wouldnt get your hopes up lol #im built for one shots not multichapter stuff #despite my best efforts

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legendaryvermin · 4 months

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top 10 video games:

not strictly new. but the stuff I enjoyed most this year.

1. Sea of Stars - JRPG by the folks who made the Messenger. perfect economy of storytelling, good combat that takes notes from Paper Mario and Chrono Trigger

2. Bomb Rush Cyberfunk - Tag and Grind that could teach Sonic a thing or two. amazing game, finished it twice!

3. Chants of Senaar - Puzzle game about language. You learn and translate 5 languages while climbing a tower. super satisfying to have breakthroughs in understanding.

4. Ninja 5-0 - Lost GBA gem. This game kicks outrageous amounts of ass, and has a cool grappling hook. what more could you ask for?

5. Skies of Arcadia - Steal this mana system. also, what a delightful romp, very Dragon Quest.

6. Jedi Survivor - This game learned so much from its predecessor! it switched from a Soulsborne lens to a more Metroidvania one and I think it really paid off.

7. Armored Core 6: Fires of Rubicon - Friendly enough to be familiar to people who haven't followed the series, adversarial enough to get you to try new bullshit. also, spoilers, but one of the bosses is a Roomba.

8. Tears of the Kingdom - It's Banjo Ka-Zelda: Nuts and Bolts, and that's a good thing. in any other year this might be number 1.

9. Ghost of Tsushima - A wonderful set of gorgeously told short stories let down by a trope-laden and western-gazey central story that seems to fundamentally misunderstand samurai in Japanese history.

10. Baldur's Gate 3 - I reserve the right to use this again next year because I'm literally still in the underdark. it's this low because it's still D&D, for good and for ill.

#video games #goty 2023 #goty #top ten #top ten 2023 #game design #sea of stars #ninja 5-0 #ghost of tsushima #tears of the kingdom #bomb rush cyberfunk #chants of sennaar #skies of arcadia #baldur's gate 3 #jedi survivor #armored core 6

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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Sard'ika Sessions

Session Six

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+ Minors do not interact

Sard'ika Sessions Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Masterlist

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: The conclusion of your story with Din. Through it all, you've formed a bond with him that's quite deep. It doesn't have a name quite yet - though down the line you find one. A life together with your Mandalorian and his foundling begins.

We have three cameos from characters you may know! (There's a fourth is you squint.)

Warnings: Fluff (spread throughout), angst, Din dropping info bombs, meeting people, force user fight, cuteness, gifts, blindfold, Din Djarin is his own broad teasing warning, oral sex (female receiving), body worship, a little possessiveness, a few swats of an ass, unprotected p in V (wrap it people!), mutual marking, aftercare (always)

Notes: Sorry it’s out later than I planned.

I’d like to thank everyone for sticking with me to then end. 🥰 I put a little bit of everything into this one because I wanted them to have a proper ending. I may do some epilogues down the road after brainstorming more.

The next day you wake and you’re greeted with something both foreign and familiar. The cool metal of beskar on your back and the warmth of skin on the back of your legs and ass. Din was still here, you thought he may have gotten up, cleaned up, put his armor back on but he did not. Instead, he slept next to you, placing your hand over your chest, you felt your own heartbeat quicken. This was real, he was really here and for better or worse, the two of you had discussed moving in together, possibly skipping - whatever was supposed to be in between these sessions and where your relationship was now. A relationship that has some clarity, but is still a bit murky.

One thing was clear, at its core, the two of you trusted each other.

To what degree remained to be seen, but there was a bond between you and your Mandalorian. You rose first, making your way to the bathroom, washing yourself up and then the items you’d used last night. The thought of credits crossed your mind as you scrubbed the very glass beads that had been inside of Din. It had been the last one for you to clean, upon returning to the room and putting them away, Din was still asleep. It was surprising to see him sleeping as he was normally the one who watched you. Maybe it’s another sign. Another way to show you that he feels safe with you, that you’re not going to violate his Creed and that he’s reached a level of solace with you. It made you smile as you put your robe back on and sat in the chair he’d been sitting in when you’d woken up.

It still nagged at the back of your mind, those damn credits. You hadn’t done anything with them, you weren’t sure if she’d be satisfied or want his money back. Thankfully the bounty hunter had not, but the more you’d seen him, the more it felt wrong to even deposit the damn things. They were hidden in the back of your closet. It was something that the two of you’d need to speak about. You picked up the book Din had been reading earlier and peeked at where he’d left off, having read the title several times, you began it again, engrossing yourself in the tale of ‘The Alchemist’ by Paula Coelho.

The Mandalorian awoke to you sitting across from him, ankles crossed and your head tilted down, engrossed in what you weren reading. He sat up quietly and watched you, curious how he came to be here. Din is perfectly aware of how, but he wonders if it’s really alright. To subject you to a life where you’ll wonder if he’s alive constantly and you may leave him with his foundling in wherever you all decide to settle. The thought occurs to him, ‘this isn’t the first time I’ve thought like this.’ He’d pictured you with both his foundling, Grogu having warmed to you and cooing happily at you as you hold him. He’s seen you on the Razor Crest, sitting next to Grogu, keeping him calm as he charts the course. Din knows you’d say yes if he asked you to come with him. That if he’d asked you to care for Grogu, you’d agree to that as well. He also knew even if he had not revealed his feelings to you, it was a sure bet that the sessions would continue with no end in sight. He could have just done that, but the warrior would have been lying to himself.

Din Djarin needed a new plan now.

“Good morning Cyar’ika. How did you sleep?” He asked you, genuinely curious, but he felt he needed to speak. He was sure he'd been staring at you for at least five minutes. A soft chuckle left your lips as you closed the book and rose from your seat, walking to stand next to him before sitting back down at his side on the bed.

“I slept well. I cleaned up all the tools from last night. You seemed to sleep well yourself Din.” Your soft hand touched his, a calloused thumb of his scratched your smooth skin. No, he would not lose this. He would not give it up. His visor trained on your face, reflecting it with your kind smile. Even if what he’s asking of you is a bit selfish, Din has lost much in his life in this galaxy. He will grip tight onto those he holds dear. That number is few but now includes you.

“It has been quite awhile since I have slept that deeply Sard’ika.”

“I take it you found the bed comfortable then. I’m glad. You looked at peace.”

“The bed is quite soft and felt good on my back.” Din lifts your hand and holds it up, interlocking fingers with it. “That’s not the main factor of why I slept well, Cyar'ika. I slept well because you were beside me and I could be skin to skin with you. Had you in my arms. I would like to sleep like this again.” His other hand cups your cheek. “I don’t plan on sleeping without you unless I am on an assignment.”

“Din-” You began but two fingers shushed you by covering your lips. He doesn’t speak yet you feel tension, you’re not sure what it isn’t, though it doesn’t feel negative.

“Mesh’la, do you still have the credits from when we first began?” You nod and tilt your head in the direction of your closet. “Good. I shall speak to Greef tomorrow then. For now, I have some other things to prepare. I’ll also need to pick up Grogu from Luke.”

Thoughts in your head swirl. He’s put a lot in front of you. What is he going to talk to Greef about with the credits? Pick up Grogu from Luke? There’s only one Luke you’ve heard of and he’s a Jedi - a legendary one. Of course Din knows him, why wouldn’t he, he’s only THE Mandalorian. Still that’s a hell of a name drop. But what, what else does he need to prepare?

“Din, please explain…everything you just said. It was a lot, and overwhelming.” You tell him, you’re not wrong for asking. He realizes he just stated his to-do list aloud with the information he’s given you. He gave no context though. Din laughs and hears you sigh.

“I apologize Sard’ika. The credits will be for a down payment on a new home for us. As we discussed last night, if you’d still like. Since I’ve had numerous dealing with Greef, he’ll be fair with the price he gives me. As for Grogu’s mentor and occasional babysitter, it is the very legend himself. That’s a much longer story for another day, but I want Grogu to see you again.” He takes a pause, before continuing, squeezing your hand a little tighter, finger pressing into your hand, applying pressure due to his nerves. His voice became soft, “I want him to know who our new clan member will be, and that you’re as important to me as he is.” You felt him boring holes into you despite the barrier of his helmet.

Remaining silent, your lips went to move, but no sound came from them. Truly speechless, you sat, trying to put into words what you felt. A sense of excitement at a new life with him and his foundling. Warmth for him accepting you and making step by step guide toward your lives together. “I..how long have you…Maker help me. I want to get to know the little scamp too. Grogu and I will spend lots of time together with you won’t we?” Your vision was becoming cloudy from your tears. “I was trying not to, ugh…Sorry. They’re happy tears. Very happy Din. Just so damn happy.” You were trying in vain to wipe the tears falling on your cheeks. Din released your hand and pulled you into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder. One hand was on your back, rubbing circles into it as his other hand, scratched your scalp, his large palm holding it steady as you continued to sob quietly.

It was cathartic relief. Relief that what you felt was in fact correct. You weren’t lying to yourself and misreading things. Din was making a life for all three of you.

The next month was spent looking at different plots of land with small homesteads on them. Navarro is a fairly barren planet, after living here for years, you didn’t expect much as far as the land was concerned. Though, going to speak to Greef with Din was…an experience. Greef, who you’d only seen give the salesman type of smile, had the biggest, shit eating grin on his face when you entered his office on your day off at Din’s side. He told Din that he’s though he’s been different, chipper even if the hulking man of metal was even capable of that. Turns out he was and it was with you. That didn’t surprise Greef, in fact, he suspected something the day he’d heard that The Mandalorian had threatened another hunter. Unless said hunter directly threatened his current bounty or his little green child, the Guild owner knew Mando didn’t give two wookies about what they said or did. Curious, he’d asked around and the staff said that it was a below average middling hunter who’d been trying to speak to you for more than a few minutes at a time. Karga then recalled that most times when Mando came to the guild, he took his jobs with you and reported them to you as well. From there it wasn't difficult.

Greef told them, “The happy couple deserves a suitable place to live with their little one!” You were going to tell Karga that couple isn’t the right word, though if he asked, you wouldn’t know what else to tell the man, but Din held your hand and just nodded, letting him rattle on about stuff they’d need for Grogu and themselves. Din did tell him to stop when he started mentioning each room and its use.

“We’ll determine that. Just tell us where the plots are so we can look at them and the dimensions with specs of the home on them.” Greef said Mando was too serious and asked how you’d be able to live with him. You simply told him,

“I took him as is, like he did with me. That’s all.” Greef sighed and said that mando was rubbing off on you because now you’re giving short answers. He handed over some plans, but said that he was going to show you both the places personally as it’s not everyday a Mandalorian you know finds his better half. The subsequent trips with Greef actually proved fruitful despite his occasional teasing and Mando sighing so much, you’d have thought that was the only sound the poor man made.

Thankfully, you and Din agreed on one such plot that had a four bedroom home in a dome shape. You’d asked why the two of you needed so many rooms, really there just needed to be two rooms. One for the two of you and one for Grogu. Din didn’t give you a suitable answer other than he was sure that all the rooms will be used. Considering Greef was giving a significant discount, you didn’t argue, just wondered. Din did explain that he’s going to need to be gone for about two weeks, hopefully less going to the ‘a corner of the galaxy’ where Luke lives to pick up Grogu.

In the meantime, you could expect a visitor, they’ll seem stern, but they’ve taught him much about life, The Way, and his weapons. Since you are his beloved, he would like you to meet her, but his mentor insisted on meeting you one on one. You agreed and asked Din if this too had a special meaning you wasn’t aware of. Din expressed that considering how quickly things had progressed, he didn’t want to presume or force anything. That would never be his intention with you. Expressing that you don’t plan on going anywhere unless your Mandalorian is the one to take you, he exhales. “Cyar’ika, I want you to become my riduur. It means…It means to become my spouse. To have each other’s lives fully.” The beam from your smile rivaled the glare from Din’s helmet as you took him in your arms, the steel of his beskar contrasting with the warmth you felt.

“Yes Din. Nothing would make me happier.”

He touched his helmet to your forehead before departing.

“We’ll be together soon. The three of us Cyar’ika.”

It was five days later, after Greef and a few of your coworkers had helped move the last of the things you had planned to take into your new home with Din that the woman appeared. To be more precise, she was a Mandlorian like Din was, covered head to toe in armor, but it was completely different from his. A simmering scarlet approached your home, adorned with a gold helmet that reflected the rays of the sun and a fur coat. You didn’t even notice the dark brown of her kilt or the darkened green of her pants until she stood a few feet before you. She spoke your name and asked if you were Din’s intended. You replied that you were and felt the need to stand up straighter. She commanded authority despite being very friendly. It was her voice, brusque phrasing and rigid body language. Inviting her in, you offered her a seat and some water or tea adding that you’d step into the other room until she finished it or said you could come back in. The woman introduced herself as The Armorer, you were sure she had an actual name, but like Din is often called ‘The Mandalorian’ she apparently is called her profession. She was to the point,

“I see you know that much about our culture. This is good. It is very important. I do not require any substance right now my dear. Have you seen Djarin’s face?” She waited for your answer which was easy to give. You had not and respected that likely due to status as a Mandalorian you may never see it. “This is pleasing to hear. Are you aware of the term ‘riduur’?” She inquired, you again said yes and repeated what Din had told you. A light chuckle left her gold helmet.

“He explained the very basics I see. This is very good. However, it means much more than that. You will be charged with not only being as one, but any offspring, your own or found shall be raised as warriors in the Mandalorian tradition. Has he told you this?” Shaking your head, you indicate that he focused on the first part, likely due to not having had the discussion of children, though recalling your first session with Din, you don’t see why it would be needed. The Armorer crosses her arms in thought and nods.

“The Mandalorian culture doesn’t demand that we don’t have children, does it?” You ask, curious. The tacturn woman shakes her head.

“No. Though we share our Creed and follow The Way, unless one and their riduur choose to, it is not forced or encouraged. That will be up to you and Djarin.”

“Is it an issue that he chose a partner that doesn’t follow the way?”

“As long as the one who calls himself a Mandalorian follows our Creed and The Way, it matters not what or who they choose as their partner. However,” The Armorer continued, “using Djarin’s name or any Mando’a terms of endearment outside of your clan in addition to the removal of his helmet outside of his clan and exposing himself out side the three of you will result in him no longer being considered a Mandalorian. Understood my dear?” Her points are clear as the water you had offered her and remained on the table. Your nod has her uncross her arms and place them on her knees.

“I will return when Djarin arrives. The process is simple for your riduurok.” You blink, you’re not sure what she just said as you walk her to the door. “I apologize, riduurok means marriage. They’re vows between you and Djarin and can be done privately, but he appeared to want me to be present and his foundling as well. To witness the binding of your partnership.”

“I’m glad we met then. He did impress upon me that you were someone very important to Din. I look forward to seeing you again.” The Armorer took a step back and chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I find myself feeling the same my dear. Djarin has had some…questionable judgment over the years, but it seems The Way had led him to his foundling and you. In this, we can find great jubilation and stability. This is The Way.” The two of you nodded in unison and she left, you watched her crimson armor until it disappeared over the horizon.

Din had arrived at Luke’s, only to witness a fierce battle of the force taking place over…a frog. Apparently Luke had told Grogo not to eat it and removed it from his mouth. Grogu did not take kindly to this and used his powers to pick it back up, the poor frog was stuck in the middle of two stubborn force users. Djarin simply shook his head. He picked Grogu up, breaking his concentration. The little one was happy to see Din and Luke explained they had made much progress. On the way back, Din was telling Grogu all about you despite not really knowing if the foundling was grasping any of what he was saying. Din was very happy though, he would have his two favorite people together soon. The Mandalorian made sure to sent a holomessage to you to let you know when he would be expected back. In your excitement you asked him how to get in touch with the Armorer. Despite what she had said the last time, she had visited you twice. Once to take measurements in case you ever decided to don armor she told you and the other was to review the actual marriage vows you and Din would need to exchange. Din was surprised that his mentor took to you, she usually was indifferent to those outside of The Creed. You were a special woman indeed.

The dress you chose to wear when Din arrived back was a deep blue off the shoulder dress that fell just below your knees. You are wearing black flats because this is still the desert, not falling in this dress. After landing the Razor Crest behind your home, Din made his way to you carrying Grogu. It was on cue then that the blinding shine of gold was spotted on the horizon followed by the crimson armor. You hadn’t told her when to be here and neither had Din. The Armorer just showed up on time. The only thing she said when she stood before the three of you,

“This is The Way.”

Learning that it seemed Mandalorians in general seem to have impeccable timing, this didn’t surprise you, you did find it funny that Din appeared to be rattled. The Armorer told Din to gather himself and you took Grogu in your arms. He looked up at you with his big round eyes,

“Patu! Pa..Patu!” He said, though you’re not sure what it means, he appeared to be happy. The Armorer took Grogu’s bag from Din and shook her head.

“You’re going to need time alone after. I shall take the foundling and review the history of Mandalore with him. Go ahead, both of us shall remain until you finish your vows.” Din nods and gives up debating for he knows it’s pointless. He looked at you and took your hands into his,

“We’ll need to say it together, alright?” You nod and you both count to three.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde (We are one weather we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors).” The both of you kept your gazes on each other as you spoke your vows. When you finished, Grogu kept with his ‘patus’ to seemingly join in. It earned laughs from all three adults. The Armorer wished the both of you well and she placed a necklace in your hand then she started back with the little one, he appeared to be angry that he was being left out, but was calmed quickly by the stern woman.

“What did she give you?” Din asked on the way to your home. He opened the door for you and entered, happy to be back. He removed his boots at the door as to not track in the sand as did you. You opened your hand and saw a black knit cable with a small emblem of the same mudhorn that was on Din’s pauldron with one exception, it had a small star with two arrows toward the both miniature mudhorns on either side of the prominent one in the middle. “By the Maker, she created a new signet. I’ll need to have mine changed to match.” He hummed as he spoke and you chuckled, knowing that was a tell-tale sign that he was happy.

As you two relaxed, Din described his trip to you in great detail as she told him about your interactions with the Armorer. It was Din who brought it up first, that he could now remove all of his armor. You had been curious since the first session what he looked like fully exposed to you, but like he had been considerate of your limits, you wanted to show him the same courtesy.

“You don’t have to remove everything if you’re not comfortable Din. It’s alright. We’re married, yes, but there’s no pressure. We’re spouses, riduurs, so it doesn’t have to be tonight.” Din tilted his helmet and remained silent; he then stood and disappeared into the bedroom and soon returned with a blindfold.

“Cyar’ika my riduur. Though I am nervous that you may not like everything you see, I still desire to show you. You are mine and I am yours. I once told you not to hold back, I shall do the same.” He spoke while blindfolding you and you sighed.

“Then why are you blindfolding me if you want to show me Din?”

“One must set the stage for such a reveal Sard’ika.” His voice started out modulated, but after a hissing sound and a soft kiss to the back of your neck, became fuller and richer.

“Din…did you just?”

“That I did, but you’ll not see my face until I prepare you for it.”

“I don’t see how-” Your question disappeared in the back of your throat as Din’s soft lips found the side of your neck, sucking on it. You heard the soft thump of something beside you on the couch and realized that it was his gloves for you felt his hands trailing up your arms. With the loss of your vision and that it had been two weeks since you had felt those rough hands of his, you felt your core warming already and quickly.

Din stopped momentarily to move in front of you and cupped your face, he kissed your forehead, nose, both cheeks, but stopped short of your lips. He lingered in front of your face as his hands, lifted the hem of your dress to grab your thick thighs, his face then dropped between your breasts, nipping at the top of them as he applied pressure to the skin of your thighs, slowly parting them to allow himself closer until his breastplate was against your belly. Your moans made him start grazing your soft skin with his teeth, eventually biting the top of your dress and pulling it down so your ample breasts were exposed to him.

“Mesh’la, you’re mine. All mine. Such softness, only I will know.” He cooed, taking a nipple into his mouth, your breath hitched and you reached for his head, only for his hands to grab your wrists. His lips released the erect flesh, “Not yet Sard’ika. You still haven’t learned patience.” He placed your wrists on his shoulders and reached under your thighs, carrying you as he’d done before, after you rode his beskar. Hearing you yelp and tell him to put you down only had him plop you down on the bed, and turn you to the side gently before giving your ass a squick swat. “We’ll continue here. And you’ll earn another one if you tell me I can’t handle you Cyar’ika. If I recall, you rode me on this very bed not too long ago.” He teased as you removed your dress. On the same token, Din removed the rest of his armor, every piece. He’d need to make sure to gather everything and perform maintenance on it later.

The bed dipped when he climbed on and tapped your hip, “Sard’ika. You’ll sit atop my face and ride me again as the queen you are. Come to me Cyar’ika.” He growled. This was a version of Din you’ve not known, he was even more aggressive than usual, but it’s made your thighs slick already. You crawled to his torso and when you reached his shoulders, took a deep breath and exhaled. He faced dangerous bounties, jedi, imperial forces and that’s only what you’ve heard of. Sitting on the face of the Mandalorian wouldn’t be the end of him would it? Surely not, you hope.

One leg swings over his shoulder and you inch your way to his neck until you feel his nose, but you don’t relax yet. Din doesn’t feel your full weight on his face. This does not please him, but he understands why you’re nervous, then again, he’s seen you let go before and counted himself blessed that he’d seen it. A hand pops your ass and you yelp again, he rubs it and blows air upward to further tease you.

“What has gotten into you Din?” You ask, breathy and genuinely curious.

“I’ve imagined the many ways I would take you for quite a long time Sard’ika. I too can be impatient at times though I can regain composure usually.” His hands rub circles on your large ass cheeks and then work around to the tops of your thighs, “I refuse to do so now. You’ll not be the only one to let go. I haven’t tasted you for so long, you’ll deny me? Your riduur?” His tongue ran along your inner thigh and flicked in the nectar he found there. He didn’t force your hips down though, as he licked, you relaxed, “that’s it my love. Just a bit further. I’m parched from my travels and need to drink you in. Deny me no longer.” When his teeth sunk into your thigh, you yelped again and dropped, landing right on his face. It was only then when he felt your true weight on him, that he locked his hands and elbows into place so you couldn’t move.

“D-D-Din are you o-” Djarin was finally in the dark warmth he’d craved for long. He inhaled your scent and he laughed into your core as he heard you curse, he assumed from the sensation of air. It was then he began, his nose quickly found your clit and he backed off of it, not wanting you to come right away. No he would savor this, his tongue flitted with your entranced before seeping its way in slowly. Your hands were in his hair, and he couldn’t stop you. That did not matter now, feeling your walls trying to keep his tongue inside of you made him groan into your wet cavern. Soon, he felt your hips grinding down onto his face, harder and faster. His lips met your opening and sucked, hollowing his cheeks and mixing in slurps in between. It was when you were pulling at the back of his head, meaning in order to reach, you were doubled over and he felt the bottom of your belly on his forehead. A smirk formed on the bounty hunter’s lips as he decided to finally use his nose to poke your clit. Hearing you screech his name, was making him leak precum from this throbbing cock. He wanted to experience what it would be like inside of your hot dripping cunt, but he knew from previous endeavors, it was best to over-prepare you. Din’s nose pressed into your clit as he drove his tongue as deep as he could into your soft walls and he felt his entire face dampen. He flicked his tongue until he didn’t feel any more wetness coming forth and you stopped moving.

You were panting, your body feeling like jelly. Where the hell did that come from and when did he learn how to do that? Feeling Din move your legs back, he flipped your forward on the bed so you were on your back and placed a pillow under your head. His torso was now between your legs as he snaked up your body. “How do you feel Cyar’ika?” He asked, he sounded genuinely concerned but you just nodded, still a little out of breath. He waited, running a hand over your belly, kneading it intermittently and you touched his arm,

“Din. I feel incredible…” You heard him about to speak and cut him off, “I’m ready for you. All of you. Please. I want to see you. Let me see you.” You pleaded, your hands waved around a little before finding his shoulders and then face. You felt a patchy beard, his soft lips, prominent nose that had your slick on it, thick eyebrows and his fluffy hair. “You feel handsome Din.” He chuckled as he touched your face.

“That’s only because you haven’t seen it yet.”

Your fingers run over his eyelids, pressing them slightly before using your thumbs to push past his lips and feel his teeth. “It doesn’t feel like you're missing either eye and from where you bit me and what I was able to touch, not missing any teeth either.” A grin grew on your face, “You would deny your riduur?” You deepen your voice to try and copy when he teased you earlier. Din’s head fell onto your shoulder before kissing it lightly.

“I won’t deny you any longer Cyar’ika.” His hands pulled off the blindfold and set it next to your head. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when they did, a beautiful pair of deep brown eyes looked back at you. He had freckles, his beard had a little gray in it as did his mustache. There was a scar on his jaw that ran down onto his neck. His lips appeared even fuller than the felt and his nose was the centerpiece of the vision that was your husband.

“You best not say anymore that I’d be scared off by your face Din. You’re perfect. My beautiful husband.” You reached up and pulled him down, capturing his lips with yours, he gladly let you in as your tongues swirled, your hands once again dancing in his hair. Din’s heavy cock dragged along your thigh and prodded your entrance before rubbing along your mound. You moaned into the kiss and pulled his head back, Din was set to continue when you spoke again, “Enter me Din, please.” He hesitated so your hand quickly found his length and he moaned as you placed it at your soaked cunt. “You shouldn’t deny me Din.”

Din nodded and reached down, covering your hand with his and guided the head through your folds. Just that stretch was enough to have your walls attempt to suck him in so he pressed further deliberately watching your face as you hitched your breath. He moved your hand as he continued to enter you and set it back on his shoulder. Din then grabbed your hip, digging his fingers into your plump flesh as his other hand cupped your face. His thumb traced your bottom lip, quivering as his pelvis became flush with yours. He called your name, then asked, “Cyra’ika, how do you feel? Are you alright?” The last thing he wanted was for you to feel pain again, but your core was gripping him so tightly he may not be able to pull out.

“Dank farrik Din, I feel so full. Ah…give me a moment….” You gasped, parts that no one had been able to reach in so long were being carved into by your riduur. More than anything, it felt amazing. You ran your fingers along his face again, especially those lips that had made you cry not too long ago. A small peck from you dotted his cheeks and lips before you gripped his shoulders. “I’m ready Din. Please mark me. Make it so I drip with you and you can watch your work again.” A low growl erupted from Din as he simply nodded and began moving, drawing back slowly until only his head was still within you and thrusted forward, steadily increasing in pace. Your nails began to dig into your Mandalorian’s skin, maybe you’d make new scars for him. You would be able to look at them and know you made them, wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to have him even deeper.

Din was pulsing inside of your tight cunt, he was holding on, but when your locked your legs around his waist, his hand that held your face, went down to your other hip. “Sard’ika, my love, I can’t be gentle anymore. I’ll ruin you now.” That was when it began, his devastating pace. His hips rut into yours, his lips sucking on your neck, no longer watching your face. He wanted to, truly he did, he wanted to feel your tight cunt squeeze his thick cock as soon as possible. The marks forming on your neck and chest had you whining as you felt an even stronger wave bubbling in the pit of your core than before. It wasn’t long until he had it, your spongy walls closing around his length. Din moaned with you but did not come yet. No, he instead pulled out of you, leaving you with a blissed and bewildered look on your face.

“Din, wha-”

The Mandalorian did not allow you to finish before he pulled you into his lap as he had done many times before, only this time, he spread your legs wide, exposing the sopping mess that was your pussy. Your hands found his broad back, pulling yourself close to him, but he took hold of your hips once more and lifted you up, lining your folds with his cock again and pulled you down, plunging his full thickness within you at once. The sensation caused another orgasim and he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder, caressing your back as he warmed within you. “Maker, you’re the perfect place to be Sard’ika. I’ll mold you to my cock. I’ll keep making you sing.” Din licked your ear as he spoke, then kissed your neck. Now you were the one humming softly, but that wasn’t enough. It was much too quiet. “Let me hear you, Cyar’ika. You’ll give me another song and squeeze won’t you?” His teasing voice was even worse unmodulated and on your neck, his lips marking the words into your skin. It had you continuing to drip on his cock, he felt your walls quivering so he chose that time to thrust upward, moving his large hands under your knees to better lift you. Your nails scratched his back up and down as he rutted upward, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name, repeatedly and in increasing volume. Eventually your hands made their way back to his beautiful chocolate curls, pulling on them. You felt the rush of blood downward, knowing that you were going to climax again, however this time, Din was looking up at you, his brow drenched in sweat, furrowed and his mouth agape. Deep brown eyes studying your slack jaw as it formed a smile. He began giving your staggered thrusts before you felt the heat, though not your own. It was his, Din had spread his spend inside of you coating your walls, he called your name as your cunt milked him your all it could, the two of your rigid bodies frozen together before crashing in the middle of the bed. Din did not pull out of you though.

He continued to warm you as he softened and ran his fingers through your hair, gazing at you softly. “You’re so dear to me Cyar’ika.” You nodded and kissed his chest, spotting a dark brown scar, it looked like it may have been a stab wound. You ran your lips over it kissing it before doing the same with his Adam's apple. Your hand was back in his hair.

“I love you Din. I’m not going anywhere. We’re a clan now after all.” He hummed in agreement and reluctantly pulled out of you, but slid down you see his cum starting to spill out of you. You chuckled as you knew he’d want to look. “Admiring your work are you?”

“Yes. I don't see an issue with doing so. I enjoy the view.” He peered over her belly with a bright smile and you laughed, such a silly movement after such intense lovemaking. After continuing to watch for a minute or two, Din then went to the refresher, cleaning himself then brought two warm washcloths to wipe you down as he normally did. He then moved you toward the head of the bed and laid beside you, putting and warm across your soft stomach and placing his hand behind your shoulder as he laid his head on your chest. “You didn’t fall asleep this time, I assume after you rest you’ll be ready for more Mesh’la?” He kissed in between your breasts and laid his head back down, listening to your heartbeat. It was a little on the quick side but slowed after you laughed again.

“We just became life partners. Are you going to try and make me not be able to walk Din? I think I’ll need a bit of rest despite still being awake.” Your fingers twirled a few curls of his and scratched his scalp.

“If you cannot walk, I’ll be your legs and carry you Sard’ika.” He placed his chin on your chest and gazed into your eyes, “you’ll get a small reprieve for now but we will begin again. You asked me to mark you did you not? I would never deny my riduur.” Din used his large palm to hold the back of your head. “You will not be denied anything from me, in our bed or outside of it.”

Your face warmed from his declaration, Din Djarin was your riduur and you his. “Nor you from me. You’ll have everything I have.” The two of you laid together in bed, awake, just basking in being together without a set time limit. Now it was forever as a clan of three.

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blackstarchanx3new · 8 months

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FSR Rambles 12 times Vaati got his ass kicked

Insanity, Vaati being pathetic.

What's new?

Ooop. Zelda showing off how she'll kill you within 2 seconds of being in HER castle.

Link's letter was smth addressed earlier: He warned her with a letter he was going to pull the sword.

Which implies a certain amount of impersonal-ness to the action. He didn't want her talking him out of it lmfao. He was already struggling with defying Vio's persistence so it makes sense he didn't want Zelda to try and logic his ass either.

Her outfit being the sneaky armor in botw, presumably so she could sneak attack, whoever ended up attacking her.

I thought it'd also be a fun throwback to Sheik and spoiler:

Zelda's gender identity is pretty open. Link referred to her with "They" pronouns earlier in the comic but I didn't feel it was very relevant to bring up at the time lmfao. Zelda's all sorts of gender in this comic to say the least.

The reason why Vaati knows she's around is smth I'll get into later when it's more relevant.

"Damn would you have preferred Gannon???" - Vaati probably.

Zelda isn't playing around she wants to know where her blonde twink is at.

Vaati is a bitch about it of course.

Oh she mad.

She real mad.

"PATRICK THATS NOT A HOOKER!!!"

"It's not?"

"ITS A BOMB 💣!!!!"

Vaatis stupid as hell expression before she goes boom is hilarious to me.

Smth people seem to be CONFUSED about fsr is Vaati's not so subtle Zelda simping.

Vaati is a Zelda simp, that's really all there is too it. The extent of that simping is smth I've joked about a lot.

So he got his ass handed to him.

Shadow himself noted vaati must be weak as hell earlier so. Guess he was right.

Smth of note: vaati is struggling to keep his form in the "wind mage" form. As his body keeps trying to revert to the "wind demon" design

Those titles are used interchangeably in the manga but I call his Hylian disguise his "wind mage" form and the demon form his "wind demon" form personally.

Zelda casually drops the fact she was trying to murder Vaati with that blast. She isn't playing around. Makes sense this asshole held her prisoner for who knows how long before and did something to her best friend.

Haha vaatis pathetic and also in pain.

Good.

His suffering is all the direct cause of his own actions so...hard to feel TOO bad for him rn.

Zelda certainly doesn't.

Link’s shitty state outright made her a more cold hearted person it seems.

Not that'd I'd blame her for that lmfao.

Vaati struggling to get back to being handsome lmfao.

Vaati, my bro, when are you going to do a single thing for yourself????

Okay but the implication Dark Link let Vaati get his ass kicked and only jumped in to help when Vaati called for help is very funny.

Dark links comedically large sword is just interesting. It's not a four sword replica like Shadow’s.

Zelda is in shock at the weird Link coming out of nowhere.

Darks immediate reaction of being flustered at seeing Zelda is so funny to me.

"HYLIA'S MASSIVE TITS, IT'S A WOMAN!!!"

And fun note: This is the first time Dark's actually for reals appeared in the physical world and not just in the "Headspace".

Subtly creepy he isn't just a mental problem but a physical danger as well.

His attack was very calculated, as he didn't hurt Zelda and just slammed his sword in front of her...

...Haven't we seen smth...SIMILAR TO THIS?

Huh well, look at that...

Sweaty weirdo Dark Link enters the chat.

No it was not just for the memes he's actually just like that lmfao.

So from what we know about Dark so far there's some things to note:

Our buddy boy can see the memories of others and "live" through their experiences.

Yall see what it is getting at right?

Shadow link, Vio, and Vaati's emotions and memories are influencing Darks inability to harm Zelda here.

And perhaps he formed feeling a certain kind of way about her.

He associates her with positive feelings lmfao.

Their influence aside, he still chooses not to hurt her on his own.

Vaati’s reaction is priceless.

Zelda seems to grant Dark some mercy, assumably because he outright denied Vaati here lol.

For his sparing of Zelda he gets squished like a dog toy. Poor Dark Link.

Vaati leaves with his dumbass lackey.

When you casualy blow a hole in your castle lmfao.

She's overwhelmed.

She need break.

She need hug.

She need...Link.

Pff.

Guys, he has self-awareness...fuck.

Vaati, that was just unnecessarily mean to your lackey.

Also Dark Link appearance wise:

His hair color has changed. It's purple toned now when it was grey blue toned earlier....

Okay I'll stop being coy it's because he's mimicking Vio's appearance.

Oh. Well, that's a face, alright...

Is he ANGRY? Is he HAPPY?

Did he make that face because he knows it'd freak Vaati out?

Vaati’s abusive bullshit doesn't seem to damper his mood at least as he's smiling in the 3rd panel.

Dark link and Shadow link are very different people, ESPECIALY when it comes to how they cope with Vaati's abuse.

It left a mark on Shadow where as as of right now at least, Dark acts MOSTLY unbothered by it.

Let's face it rn his idea of normal relationships are Shadow and vio lmfaoooooooo-

The dudes who both almost murdered each other.

Pff

His "I want kisses too" line will never not get a laugh out of me.

It's so indicative of how he actually feels.

He wants kisses.

He drops that Shadow is the demon king and for a second you gotta wonder if Vaati was like

"...Why is Gannon smooching Vio?????"

Dark Link also wants to dance. Both are things he saw Vio and Shadow do, mind you...

Vaati has no idea wtf is going on lmfao.

Dark has eclipsed him as the true villain of this comic-

I say in jest.

Dark casually recaps stuff we already kinda know.

While trying to dance with Vaati pff.

Funny enough, taking the lead in said dance, which reflects how he's the one doing all the work rn.

So, Dark link is interpreting peoples feelings, not 100% understanding them. 🤔

He has to actually think about Blue's emotional state hah and even seems surprised.

It's funny to think that even Green picked up on blue being jealous, and basically everyone did, but Dark had to think about it...

Kinda shows he doesn't really understand people much. Like TRUELY.

Or he's just not as interested in blue vs Vio and Shadow.

Dark stutters again like he did when he was face to face with Zelda.

Vaatis so mean mocking his stutter and continues to berate him.

Well that was an outburst.

And I finally get to talk in detail about Dark Link’s "mechanics" for a lack of a better term will expand on the next page.

Design/art wise:

Dark's teeth are all sharp here when normally, despite being a demon his teeth are flat/human looking teeth.

The background is a more red version of the head-space Vio and Green have been dragged to when Dark talks to them/at them.

Immediately he's back to being himself.

Weirdly happy, which settles in the true horror of the previous outbirst:

He didn't mean, a single word of what he just said.

He said that, PURELY to hurt Vaati because it's something that Vaati already feels about himself. He wasn't actually MAD at Vaati and snapping in response to Vaati's abuse. He was just reflecting Vaati's anger right back at him.

So smth about Dark:

He often reflects DIRECTLY how others behave.

Instances of such:

The madder Vaati got in this talk, the "angrier" Dark Link got right back at him.

He shouted at Dark to "Do something" and he responded angrily back that he didn't want to hurt Zelda.

He shouted and berated Dark Link causing Dark to shout that nobody loves Vaati.

Dark Link's nature is to be calm, quiet, pretty "Happy" and kinda hopelessly romantic lmao. He wants to have his idea of "Fun" with people.

He MIMICS people.

Dark has no identity of his own (At least he doesn't seem to realize he does) so often he just bounces off people. He only takes joy in hurting others atm.

Not even in an outright malicious way. At least not the kind of malicious that's "haha I broke the hero because I hate him". This is just what his idea of "Fun" is. What his idea of normal interactions are. This is just what he's suposed to be doing rn.

He isn't acting much outside of his direct reason for creation. What he even deems as fun is indicative of his creation as well.

Engaging with their range of emotions and characters and memories he deems interesting is FUN to him.

If his dialogue from page 121 is anything to go off of, bro really doesn't give a shit about his job. He just wants to have fun:

He finds it amusing Shadow can ALSO manipulate people's feelings, outright kind of complimenting him for it.

And then gets hopelessly distracted and starts talking about what he'd "Rather do" right now.

Which involves hugging Vio and reading oop.

He didn't get SUPER involved/invested in Shadow's memories until Vio and Shadow were doing more "interesting" things, at least in Dark's opinion of what is "interesting."

Dark wants to engage in relationships lmfao. But he's stuck engaging with memories living though them vicariously and hurting people he supposedly "Likes".

He wants to dance with someone and kiss them and in general have "happy" moments with someone. But is stuck being a curse that's only purpose is to break the hero apart and reflect negativity.

It's kinda sad.

But he clearly hasn't reflected on his own life/situation outside of Vaati's feelings towards him.

Also: Dark has no desire to kill any of the Link or Link himself...keep this in mind.

Again: He reflects Vaati's mood of annoyance with that face in the second panel. Which kills me. You just know Vaati's making the same face off screen lmfao.

Symbolism symbolism

Dark plucks the violet but leaves the silent princess alone outside of petting it. Call back to how he left Zelda alone.

He says more stuff we kinda already know, but recapping is good. Actually, we spent like 100 pages in flashbacks, hah.

It also shows what Dark learned/his takeaway from watching their interactions.

Haha oh Dark why are you ripping petals out?

There's smth to be said about him ripping the petals out as the game "She loves me, she loves me not" is a vibe that's being invoked here.

With the odd amount of petals (Being 5) it'd land on "She loves me" by the way.

A relatively innocent game turned into something sinister as he rips petals out in accordance with how many heroes there are.

Dark's behavior continues to be ODD, as he claims Shadow's predicament is "Sad". Which is true.

But...does his expression REALLY scream that he's ACTUALLY sad about it to you?

His chest eyeball just stares blankly forward, his body language implies he's just kinda pretending or acting sad.

Which makes sense, Dark hasn't been shown to clearly understand sorrow properly as even when he cried he was still smiling.

He compares Vio and Shadow's struggles with their identities directly as they're both struggling with who they're SUPOSED to be compared to who they are.

Again: he's ripping a petal out as he talks about each member of the Link squad.

Notes notes notes my favorite:

For whatever reason Vio is not in his present day look here. He's how he looked 7 years ago.

You could make a lot of different assumptions as to why:

Is this how Dark sees Vio? Vio visually represented to be stuck in the past. Vio just feeling more childishly scared in the face of what's happening.

Dark's comforting Vio here in a similar manor to how Shadow did though.

Also super weird: Dark actually in a round about way compliments Vio here.

"He's so blinded by his self hatred he can't see just how much everyone adores him because of his calm cool nature..."

Dark can feel how others feel about Vio and repeated those opinions.

This is smth to note because so far the only things he's really repeated out loud have been negative things people feel about THEMSELVES.

Outside of when he complimented Shadow.

But this shows he can actually recognize positive feelings people have towards others and repeat those too...

And outright stating: He "likes" Vio.

Because of his strong reaction to Zelda, we can assume that he likes people depending on how others feel about them. Because the team likes Vio: So does Dark Link.

Another petal falls while he dips into Green's problems. Who's the only other one we've seen him play around with so far outside of Vio and Shadow And not even really with Shadow...

Weirdly enough Green feels empty inside because he's diet link lmfao.

I told yall I'd give him a personality.

Harbors guilt for lazing around when everyone else was doing stuff. Ouch.

He felt the need to promise Link he'd keep shit okay but he doesn't even know if he CAN.

Blue and his ptsd.

Dark continues to hug people while utterly obliterating them as people lmao.

Blue can't express his emotions arounv Vio which is a theme we'll see as we go into the comic more.

Vio looking back at Blue tho is, a thing.

To be fair to Dark's assesment of Red: red hasn't done anything in the comic yet.

Him chucking the flower the second it's not pretty anymore and, eating the petal is just funny in a morbid way.

Creepy thing: He ate the petal that "Symbolized" Red. The sweet optimistic character. Kinda just shows Dark consumes everything around him in a pit of despair lmfao. Also it's hilarious that he ate smth that he shouldn't have.

Vaati's disgusted reaction to said petal eating is very funny and Dark's monologue about HIMSELF is very telling I feel.

He thinks he's a hero, because he's saving someone. Removed from context that Vaati is a villain and the fac to "Save" Vaati he needed to hurt the REAL hero of Hyrule...

His actions are preventative at the moment: he's making so Link can't reform and the pieces can't seal Vaati back into the sword.

Dark's actions all make sense to Dark Link. XD

Nobody is cheering him, so he just blatantly says "YAY DARK LINK!!!" Which is honestly the funniest lines Dark has said purely because it shows his childish outlook on this entire situation.

He's just the hero saving Vaati.

Dark's clearly annoyed to some degree nothing he does is bringing Vaati any amount of satisfaction.

He did what he was supposed to do. The sword is drawn. Vaati is free.

Dark even mocks Vaati's impatience and his need to control someone else to do his work for him. Hitting Vaati right where it hurts with Vaati's insecurity about being a pawn.

Instantly also going for the throat with "Master Elzo and Link would be disgusted with you"

Obviously: He's talking about Minish Cap Link NOT "our" Link.

This use of their names offends Vaati to no end.

The fight scene is fun, enough said. XD

Okay fine: Ramble thoughts.

Dark manages to mauver his way into not getting properly hit.

Dark's fascination with strangling people is not missed as he does it to Vaati here.

As he repeats things he knows will hurt Vaati's feelings.

Vaati is being unreasonable and stupid in Dark's eyes so him bringing up Vaati's insecurities to make a point is just his attempt to get Vaati to listen to him.

Despite his actions seeming to go against it: He IS on Vaati's side and IS trying to "save" Vaati.

He isn't even saying/acting out of spite, he's just kinda lowkey annoyed and exasperated at Vaati at best. XD

We hit the image count so I'll pick up later.

#fsr rambles #fsr au #loz au #four swords returns au #four swords returns #loz fsr au

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somewhere-over-the-rynbow · 11 months

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Thoughts while listening to Death Shroud:

SPOILERS AHEAD. Obviously.

• nicknicknicknicknicknick

• Ellie where are you getting coffee

• what do you put in your coffee???

• “There aren’t many spare parts for you Nick” why can’t you use gen 2 synth parts?

• Goodneighbor? THIS EARLY? MY BITCH IS BACK?!

• HANCOCK HANCOCK HAN- Hancock? HANCOCK!?

• THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON THIRD RAIL

• HANCOCK!!!!!

• wait why would Nick order a drink

• KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT KENT-

• KENT NO-

• omg canon Nora real???

• Nick stop encouraging Hancock’s chem use

• how the hell are they gonna get Hancock into Diamond City

• cram! It’s meat… mostly!

• DID THEY KILL ELLIE

• thank GOD ellie is safe

• “drab upstairs apartment” lmao they said your interior decorating skills suck nick

• Nick “The Dick” Valentine

• Okay WHO is charlie????

• damn what did the Minutemen do to y’all

• Nick 4 Mayor

• who even is the mayor of Diamond City now

• John “Hold Me Back Nicky!” Valentine Hancock

• that was supposed to say Hancock, but Valentine was accidentally typed and that’s funnier.

• 3/4 families are missing their daily intake of processed powder cheddar? Believable.

• ayo time skip?

• lmao Seth Patrick Day

• OMG REMINISCING ABOUT THE PREWAR GOD I LOVE THIS OLD MAN SO MUCH

• D I M A ! ?

• omg Nick and Nora are besties <3

• OMG ALL THE COMPANIONS HANG OUT!?

• Hancock you’re already back <3

• oh Moe,,,, never stop lying babe

• his source is “i made it the fuck up”

• The Mechanist is back????? Hello???

• salty bitch. can you leave Sole and Co alone like goddamn

• Is the Mechanist a Synth now?

• THE CHILDREN OF ATOM?????

• wait no

• NO

• YOU CANT DO AN AD NOW WHAT

• WHAT ABOUT PIPER??? CAIT???

• I don’t care who Nick Valentine sends, I am NOT eating sugar bombs

• did they fucking nuke Piper

• THEY FUCKING NUKED THEM!?

• NORA!!!!!

• omg Shaun :)

• omg Nick :(

• omg Danse???? Why are you here what

• hdjdjdjd say hi to your big brother Nick, Danse

• “don’t touch me” lmao

• oh FUCK MACCREADY

• oh no. strong left. that’s… so sad…

• Protective mom Nora!

• NORA AND HANCOCK NORA AND HANCOCK

• I love them all so much oh my god

• this is a fucked up family reunion

• ugh FUCK maxson all my homies hate maxson

• “An old flame” “Seriously? I wanna see how that works” Hancock is asking what we’re all thinking

• bro can Nora have anything

• I can not believe that Hancock and Danse are friends now lol

• lmao don’t rob the vault tec rep

• wait. why didn’t Nora invite him to Sanctuary :(

• HIS NAME IS MACK!?

• god I love you so much Mack

• omg this trio can NOT be good lol (Nora, Hancock, Danse)

• Nora how the fuck is Hancock lifting Danse

• “Danse, scan the building, use infrared vision to pick up vitals” “I don’t have infrared vision” “Really? So much for human 2.0” he’s such a smart ass I love him

• FEV conjoined twins???? Omg that’s so fucking cool

• Hancock, stealing is bad

• Hancock, Florida is bad

• lmao Danse is bitter about Nora taking Nick instead of him haha

• Oh shit they got Lorenzo’s crown? Nora you can’t leave this shit laying around girl

• OMG PSYKERS

• Nora really. You freed Lorenzo??? You dummy

• okay so Hancock and Danse aren’t really friends now lol, they just kinda tolerate each other. Real.

• “No, are you nuts? He’s armored, dual wielding, and you’re wearing a 16th century nightgown!” “You unpatriotic son of a-” “Hush, damn it!” these three are so important to me

• UNITY???? UNITY!? no way they’re doing a Master plot right?

• so is this the same mechanist as in the automatron DLC?

• damn these 3 are agile

• omg not Hancock’s coat!!!!

• oh fuck the silver shroud and mechanist fused

• can we please discuss how fucking disgusting yum yum deviled eggs sound. How the fuck were they preserving eggs. Why would you make prepackaged deviled eggs??? I always thought that was such a weird pick for a food lol

• YO WHY ARE WE AT SANCTUARY

• uh oh. UH OH.

• WHERE IS SHAUN.

• can y’all let Nora have ONE THING god DAMN

• OH THANK GOD CODSWORTH

• I cant believe they canoned Nora and Danse being together,,,, damn

• omg Hancock please don’t traumatize Shaun

• Hancock do NOT give Shaun alcohol oh my god

• THEY KILLED MAMA MURPHY :(

• can they stop killing my favorite old people

• omg I forgot about you Nick lol

• hey Charlie? What the fuck

• DONT FUCKING HUMAN NICK-

• do NOT kill Mack PLEASE

• KELLOGG!???? WHY ARE YOU HERE

• bro can Nora have ANYTHING damn-

• can’t have shit in the commonwealth fr

• AMARI WHAT THE FUCK

• OMG KELLOGG NICK THING IS TIED UP!?

• Mack you are fucking useless (I still love you though)

• why are we talking about puppies what

• oh my god :(

• OH FUCK A BOMB?

• Nick… you fucking plug yourself into computers???? hacker supreme

• omg he’s so robot

• omg Mack you are so papaw

• it’s cre-shendo not cre-sendo

• Nick you are NOT captain america omg

• shit I guess he is captain America

• poor papaw has had such a day let him go home Nick

• “I’m not asking!” DAMN nick

• WHAT. HOW DID HE CALL A CAB.

• HOW DOES HE HAVE A PHONE???? WHAT JUST HAPPENED???? WHAT

• this is so funny what the fuck is happening

• WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING LIKE THIS IS NORMAL WHAT

• YOU CANT CUT TO A VIM AD NOW HUH

• ok it is kinda funny to imagine a salesman in power armor lol

• Huh. Cannibals will eat ghouls. Interesting.

• learn to drive? How? What driving schools are there???

• okay the idea of a cab driver in the commonwealth is so funny. But how the fuck did Jefferson come into existence-

• NICK CAN WALK UNDERWATER????

• WHAT. IS NICK A TIME LORD!?

• WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT. NICK. NICK WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

• WAIT IS 47 THE UNDERWATER VAULT!?

• Mack is so real lol

• HIS NAME IS DAVID DWECKER!? I THOUGHT IT WAS MACK

• omg David my beloved peepaw

• 747683 is not 5 digits Nick

• Champion of Justice???? What?

• WHY WOULD THE CODE BE SHROUD?????

• maybe I’m missing something?????? It is 6 am lol

• I’m sorry, did Nick magic a fucking vault into existence

• CRYOPOD!!!!!! TWO YEARS AGO???? WHAT.

• time to wake up bitch

• NICK STOP MAGICING

• … what? THE SILVER SHROUD!?

• WHAT IS HAPPENING

• but… the shroud… isn’t real… did Nick just create the fucking Silver Shroud?

• it should be 2289, not 2287

• “Same words Hancock uttered after smoking a tire that one time…” huh???? Nick and Hancock hang out lol

• EMOJI???? HOW DO THEY KNOW WHAT EMOJI’S ARE!????

• I’m sorry, I can’t get over Nick Valentine accidentally bringing fucking Batman into existence simply for the drama of it all

• Poor David lol

• How The fuck is Nick gonna explain all this to Nora, Danse, and Hancock

• HOW DOES THE SHROUD KNOW JEFFERSON????

• oh. Ok. That makes sense.

• this is like the world’s strangest fanfiction

• NICK. STOP DOING MAGIC. OH MY GOD.

• WHY ARE NORA AND DANSE HERE. WHO IS DEAD. WHAT.

• WHERE IS HANCOCK!?

• WHY IS THE SHROUD CASUALLY A PART OF THEIR GROUP NOW

• MACCREADY IS DEAD!? WHY IS HE HERE. WHERE DID HE COME FROM.

• Okay, I’m starting to think that Nick managed to get high off Jet or smth

• who is the duke????

• “sociopath science daddy in slacks” What the hell maccready

• “just one more job” thanks. Gonna go sob now

• omg fancy lad snack cakes my beloved

• omg Hancock is in his Robin era

• wow. Just remembered Kent is dead. Devastating

• pay your employees Shroud.

• An old lady, the Silver Shroud, and Hancock get into a cab…

• why is no one questioning this cab

• honestly though. I understand why Hancock isn’t. He probably just thinks he’s hallucinating lol.

• “Fish Lips Malone!” what. is happening. I’m as confused as Hancock is…

• “activate passive aggressive restraint!” What is that????

• Hancock why do you know every criminal.

• “yes indeed my flesh peeling friend!”

• “man I have never seen anyone who needs to be laid more than you do” “finally someone else says it” oh my GOD I love Hancock so much (and Jefferson. Man, do I love Jefferson.)

• “omg Hancock we’ve been waiting for you! Oh… and the shroud’s here, too…” just like me fr

• Is the Silver Shroud an incel…

• THEY MEDUSA’D MAGNOLIA!?

• lmao everyone else hates Johnny Guitar?

• KELLOGG GET THE FUCK OUT.

• Hancock you are REMARKABLY casual about the dead man in your booth

• The Silver Shroud is a short king lol

• why is Kellogg the only one who thinks the shroud being here is weird

• Nora is an “uppity broad” lol

• why are y’all dissing Hancock, leave my man alone-

• Just gotta say… it’s a great day to be a Hancock stan

• THE DUKE IS THE MECHANIST!?

• what. A literal rat faced man? Why does he have 3 arms?

• Hm. They still do beehive hair, huh? I’m kinda impressed

• what do you mean they turned Louie into a mole rat using the creation engine

• “stay low to the ground, my crusty companion!”

• THEY TURNED THE SILVER SHROUD’S GUN INTO A DOG????

• THEY TURNED HANCOCK INTO A STATUE NO-

• how could they do this to me.

• the Silver Shroud can say fuck. Nice

• omg wait

• Hancock is… Hancock’s… he’s…

• he’s stoned

• ba-dum-tsh

• Travis, please don’t sexually harass all of Diamond City

• I’m more than half way through this and I genuinely have no clue what’s going on lol

• omg they legit are using the creation engine huh

• HANCOCK???? YOURE BACK??? WHY DID YOU DRINK GASOLINE!???

• I wanna have tea with god…

• Dr… Satan?

• HAROLD!? WHY ARE YOU HERE????

• Nora 🤝 Harold

never getting to rest

• I think it’s very funny that Hancock is just… back.

• damn they all got stoned

• and the stone is gone again

• what even is the point of the stone lol

• THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!?

• OH MY GOD

• THEY KILLED THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!?

• who is… showing up…

• WHO IS OBEDIAH BLACKHALL

• Damn. Bye bye Obediah.

• I genuinely can’t remember what started this lmao

• Oh fuck, Kellogg is back…

• omg they broke the scarab!!!

• what do you mean by too many voices

• too many characters??????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT

• WHY IS IT JUST NICK AND THE SHROUD VS REALITY

• they are SO remarkably calm

• “see if you can… blind him with some… bullets to the face” yeah that should do it Nick

• “my speed should give me the upper hand” your what Nick

• WHY IS NICK SUPER FAST WHAT

• … they’re summoning bitches now? A Grognak bitch? WHY ARE YOU HERE?

• wait. Nora is the one magicing?

• oh wait. You mean that Nora was the silver shroud for a while. Right? What is happening.

• The Silver Shroud is really good at sticking to his bit lol

• OMG NORA BECAME THE SILVER SHROUD AND CHANGED REALITY?????

• Silver Shroud speed runs an existential crisis

• uh oh

• reality is literally crumbling

• SHEOGORATH!?

• oh fuck Bethesda is crumbling

• GLADOS!?

• THE JOKER!!!!!???

• CLAPTRAP!!!!!!!????

• Poor Nick…

• can you guys stop having relationship issues when I’m on the phone with my dentist

• SNIPER?????

• GLADOS is hitting on Nick Valentine. Yeah. Okay.

• “Thank you, intelligent sociopathic blender!”

• at no point could I have predicted this.

• they gave Nick a portal gun.

• he is opening a portal on the moon.

• they are essentially creating a black hole.

• How The FUCK is Nick supposed to mentally handle all of this

• GLADOS didn’t even get to say goodbye :/

• omg they’re in the creation engine

• OH MY GOD THEY ARE IN TODD HOWARD’S BRAIN????

• Jesus Christ, poor fucking Nick

• Hey, you. You’re finally awake.

• what do you mean it was all a dream

• how did Nick fall asleep

• is everyone alive??????

• wow. Huh. What.

#fallout #fallout 4 #death shroud #fo4 #nick valentine #hancock #fo4 hancock

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