#ANYWAYS LOOK AT MY FOB SHIRT!!!!!

[lyekisses]

as if i would blow up the spot without ordering for myself first 😈

[petewentz-]

Okay here's my collection of Clandestine Industries stuff from over the years... 🦇🖤

My prized posession here is the Bartskull pewter necklace which was sold on Warped Tour in 2005, I also have this CLNDSTN necklace charm from 07 and it's very heavy but idk what metal it is??

The backs-

Here is the Batsquad '04 Travie/Pete collab polo, I have never seen this anywhere and I'm love the little elbow patches 🥺

Here we have an American Apparel polo that was screen printed in the Chicago Clandestine store according to the person I got it from; it was printed slightly around the side of the shirt (a very pete thing to do).

Here's the little bat tags up close (please ignore the cat hair I'm sorry)

I got this silly shirt from ebay, Rehab Summer Camp 🙈

Every lil thing your heart desires hoodie

[This is sadly too small for me but I'm not looking to give it up unless I'm trading for something of equal Pete/FOB value 😅]

Our beloved Hemmingway on the Andy Warhol homage shirt 😭🥺

And last but not least by any fucking means the Patrick 2.0 polo in mint 😍😍😍(sorry about the coloring in the photos) and pocket details

This beauty was supposed to be worn... collar popped

I also have some newer shirts and other Fall Out Boy and Soul Punk merch, I'm also still looking for the Clandestine all over print tote bag but it's missing rn

Anyways most of this was bought over the course of 12 years and counting. I have stuff on my wish list but good lord I'm not rich or lucky lol

[nerdieforpedro]

He told me his name

The Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x plus size female reader

My entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 1.3k

Summary: It's not clear if you enter The Mandalorian's orbit or you enter his, but slowly the two of you are growing closer.

Warnings: vague mentions of mechanic work, HANDS (It's my thing about Din okay?!), fluff, some violence, blood, injuries and first aid

Notes: I've wanted to write another Din fic for a while and didn't have any sparks. Then I read @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin 's Din fic (Sorgan girls Are Easy) she put out yesterday which is excellent. I had my spark. ⚡️ Though the fic I wrote isn't similar to hers at all. Not even in the same category. 🤣 My fic is very moody. I might write a follow-up one shot to this.

Dividers are by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Main Masterlist / Din Djarin Masterlist /Our Journey Across the Star Ocean

Lingering near your workstation had you curious, but you chalked it up to just being curious about how you worked. You’re aware that your organization, separation and tinkering can be slower than other mechanics but it also means you don’t need to double check your work as often.

The Mandalorian was intimidating and never rude or even commanding. In fact he was polite and let Peli speak to him pretty casually. You only said hello and goodbye.

That’s why it struck you with surprise when Peli asked during one evening card game with the droids if you’d consider riding with the “walking tin can” as she put it. You blinked and asked why you, shouldn’t he be asking her to come with him. She told you that she had a business to run and she’s not gallivanting around with a trigger happy bounty hunter who has to keep track of an adorable but absurdly strong baby. 

“You need some excitement anyway. You’ll just waste away here without any good memories or fun stories to tell. It will just be a life of regrets of paths not taken.”

Her words rang in your head as the small green child sat in your lap. The Mandalorian was at the controls, silently charting their course. Was this a good decision?

He allowed you to come with him when he got his tracking fobs and when he turned in his bounties. The first touch was between your shoulder blade to your back, guiding you and the child through the market back to the Razor Crest.

The second was when his gloved hands touched yours while trying to improve your aim using a blaster. His voice was more gentle than his normal flat one. Closer to what he used with Grogu but still not as much warmth. It was enough to have you believe him to be kind.

The third happened after he brought a bounty back to the ship and he saw Grogu patting your cheeks as you spoke to him. Explaining about what different bolts did, it looked like you were organizing your tools again. His gloved hand was placed on your shoulder which had you peer up at his t-visor. He gave you a nod and went to inventory his weapons. Maybe it wasn’t just kindness. Maybe he believes you to be useful, a smile creeps along your face.

Such small gestures continued until you took Grogu out for a walk. 

It was a fairly green planet and Din said it was safe, you didn’t wander far from the ship as it was still in view. The first crawling plant you saw and shot it through and through with your blaster. The second, nipped your leg but you were able to knock it off and shot it twice. On the way back to the ship you were clear, but one jumped the gangway and a tentacle sliced across your back before you were able to turn and shoot it. You limped back into the Razor Crest and were able to clean and dress your leg but not your back. Grogu wouldn’t stop screaming and you kept moving him away from you to not get blood on the poor child.

The bounty hunter saw you, quickly put his bounty on carbonate and grabbed the bacta spray. He spoke to his son and was able to calm him slightly as he ripped your shirt and bra to try and access the wound on your back but the blood and secretions in your wound from the tentacle made it increasingly difficult as you bled. 

“I apologize for this. I’ll need to cut off the rest of the back of your shirt to clean and apply the spray and…” He paused. The Mandalorian you know never paused, he was always measured in his speech, even with Grogu. “It may be easier for me to do if I remove my gloves. They’ve become too slick with your blood. Is that alright?” You found it puzzling that he was asking permission considering it’s one of the main tenets of his religion. You didn’t care either way as long as the bleeding and pain stopped. 

“It’s fine Mando. Do what you need to do. Grogu’s okay right? I didn’t get any blood on him, I think.”

You closed your eyes and heard the Mandalorian give a few curses as he removed his gloves, warm calloused fingers were dabbing your back and applying pressure. After holding it a few minutes, you felt the cool spray of the bacta and some patches being applied with more pressure. There seemed to be less pain and your back didn’t feel like a dripping pool so you counted your lucky stars and thanked the Maker that the bounty hunter had come back earlier than later. You felt something soft spread over your body and you were lifted off the floor of the ship and brought to your cot. How did he lift you so easily? Did beskar help with that? You didn’t think so, but you know next to nothing about the stuff. It was there that you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke later, Grogu had tucked himself on your pillow with a small green hand on your cheek. It made you feel happy to see the little green one next to you, but you felt something in your hand. It was what had been on your back. Mando had one of his gloves off and was holding your hand with his bare one. His other hand was touching Grogu’s back but his glove was on. You turned away for a moment to let a tear fall. He cares about you, you’re more than useful, maybe.

Grogu remained asleep but Mando awoke, squeezing your hand in his. “You’re awake? Has the pain subsided? I should check-” You turned back to shush him and carefully sat up, the blanket falling off your partially and he released your hand to pull it around you. The back of your shirt was open and had fallen forward some when you got up, but not expose anything thankfully.  “You should keep warm. We’re on our way back to turn in the bounty. I-I am sorry.”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. They came out of nowhere. I was able to not get killed because of the blaster shots you had me practice and Grogu’s safe so-” Since you’re not holding Mando’s hand any longer, you grasp the blanket, to have something in your hand.

“You were not safe. You were hurt badly. Do…I would not blame you if you wanted to leave.” His register is low, not threatening, but there’s sadness in it. He was sitting at your bedside mere moments ago. You wished to hop back in time and keep still so you wouldn't wake him. Just to have stayed in that moment a bit longer…

“I refuse to go. I will not. You’ll have to toss me off. I’ve seen so many things and places and I want to see that much more. You’re stuck with me Mando.” The blanket drops as you release it and you grab his bare hand with both of yours. “I’m not going to but. I just don’t want to go.” Speaking as you lock your eyes on his t-visor, a deep hum is heard from the hunter, but you remain firm.

“I am called Din. Please do so while it’s just the three of us.” His thumb ran across your palm and tickled your skin making you chuckle. “You will remain and hopefully I will hear more of your laugh.” Your smile only grows with his answer. “Please rest for now. Our journey isn’t over.”

Part Two

Space Buddies: @linzels-blog @maggiemayhemnj @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @missladym1981 @morallyinept @sherala007 @yorksgirl @daddy-dins-girl @magpiepills @megamindsecretlair @anoverwhelmingdin @theincredibleinkspitter @alltheglitterandtheroar @mrsmando @drawingdroid @harriedandharassed @i-own-loki @lady-bess @undercoverpena @pedroshotwifey

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report...

So a lot happening in here in the last 24 hours. Joon's appointment took everyone by surprise. Seems legit significant and I wondered if this will affect his military service... not in the fact that he would be exempt because of it... not implying that at all. What I'm wondering is after he completes his basic training, would he just go ahead and shift into some kind of position where he is also associated with this particular activity in the military? Stationed at whichever areas are doing this activity and such...

I think for sure it will definitely add to his future opportunities and influence in the public arena. It’s so exciting for him!

Also: Yoongi headed to Japan. I love that shirt, vacation vibes. I hope he was able to rest a little bit and get something to ease his coughing though. I know he keeps saying don't worry, he's not sick, but something is up because you don't hack up a lung like that after walking a few hundred yards for nothing.

Also today: Tae headed to Japan Spain! He looked dressed for an island party. It's been a while since we've seen him wear earrings. Or, I should say an earring since its only one. AND THE HAIR! I'm not a big fan of the frizzy perm but he is squeezing all he can out of his 20s before enlistment with the ash blonde hair moment again!

How does he even see where he's going? How did anyone recognize him? That hat reminds me of a woven straw basket I used to have in my dining room.

TAKE TWO!!! A new OT7 song coming!!! Soooo excited!!! Maybe we'll get a teaser! Produced by Suga and written by RM and Hobi!!!!!

!!!!!!! NEW GROUP MUSIC!!!!!!!

Also today: someone now pointing out that Kookie discreetly moved a small object out of camera view during his garbage disposer repairman live on Feb. 27 ...

How did I not notice him doing that when I watched the live... so now someone is saying it resembles a car key fob... for a Porsche...hmmm, who do we know that drives a Porsche? ... ummm.... I don't know... it could be, or not? It's got a reflective chrome button looking area on it. It's white and car key fob shaped...

Of course, it could also be a vaper or his own car key fob or something else... a tube of lube (Kookie... please put stuff away after you use it, I know its handy there but still... TMI you know?) ... I need more visual info.

Also today: I see people grumbling (outright bitching) about the commercialization of Festa/BTS... commercialization = selling out...

This is my take on all of that (and probably an unpopular opinion, but anyways...):

People are all for their "sold-out" king when a random t-shirt or shoes they are wearing or an insulated mug sells out, but our guys don't see a penny of that.

And now you're saying official BTS merch would be somehow unsavory... a money grab... even though money from the sale of THAT DOES go into their pockets?... please think through what you are saying...

And commercialization in the form of sponsorships is not good? How is it not good?...Sponsorships are great!

Here's the deal... money makes the world go round... so that exact thing is what will help perpetuate the longevity of BTS, those sponsorships will give BTS a shit ton of money in return for licensing/promotion and underwriting big ticket projects.

It keeps BTS alive in the public eye and keeps the income coming in order for them to do first class work and endeavor to promote themselves and give us great events. Fabulous purple fireworks shows are not free. Sponsors help underwrite the cost of that. And because these events are happening will also indirectly help the many small businesses in those areas because of the influx of visitors to these events.

Turning the city purple creates excitement about BTS and reminds locals that BTS are global cultural ambassadors. Army should be hella proud of that.

What other kpop group is getting news coverage for their 10th anniversary? None.

Deep pockets allow BTS to book stadium tours, so the more chance more of us can see them in-person.

The day the money stops flowing will REALLY be the day BTS retires.

If we are who we say we are and intend to support BTS no matter what happens... IF WE ARE IN THIS BANGTAN SHIT FOR LIFE ... and what we are given right now is merch and purple corndogs, then I will buy a keychain or a book or eat purple tteokbokki, or whatever, along with whatever music is released. If you really are against it, then don't buy anything but don't act like what they are doing is disgusting.

Anyway, its been a full day. We are headed into Festa season for the next two weeks and beyond. The timeline seems focused on positive things. Or maybe that's my imagination. I am going to enjoy it while I can.

[earlgreytea68]

you've probably already done a little look at GINASFS in the past but it's just, a wild song. there are a lot of fob songs that can be interpreted to be about peterick but this one just SCREAMS IT in your face, like the 'you saved my life that night on the roof', the blue eyes, true blue magic, photo-proofed kisses, and then the 'sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes' just the mental image that gives of pete missing him so badly that he curls up with an old shirt of his, someone should write a fic about that *coughs* but anyway when i was typing this up I was like "i doubt i'm going to be able to organize my thoughts enough to make this make sense" and i don't think i did lol (i'm a little bit feverish right now) but that song just hits something in the section of my heart dedicated to peterick, yknow?

no, no, you definitely made it make sense and it's a super-Peterick-y song. I wrote up a little analysis of it a little while ago, specifically in connection with "I'm supposed to love you," a line that is so ambiguously weighted and can definitely be about the destiny of falling in love with your soulmate (and also about the fact that maybe that wasn't who you know you're supposed to love). There's also the fact the song is titled "Gay Is Not a Synonym for Shitty," which yes, is a statement, but also, it's the song explicitly titled for homosexual love.

[wavernot4love]

i've definitely said something like this before but holy crap dude, ls dunes have quite literally changed the trajectory of my life, and every time i see them, it feels like they've done the same for so many people there. i just want to, post-thursday's toronto show, talk a little about how special this band is (this is probably gonna get long).

i've come to care about this band so goddamn much in, well, definitely the 11 months since they first announced themselves, but even moreso the 8 months since past lives dropped & i saw them for the first time @ dunesday toronto '22.

for a little recap of my dunes origin story, as a 22 y/o i grew up in the mid 2010s scene, right? so most of the bands i knew n loved growing up were those & i had never truly done a deep dive into a lot of 2000s/even early 2010s stuff. of course, the biggest, most accessible bands that started during that time were an exception, people like fob, or ptv, or, well, mcr. and a lot of other bands' biggest songs, etc.

so one part of my thought process the day dunes got announced was "woah new frank band? cool, let's see who's in it!" and that's what made me click into the first article i saw.

and the other part: like i kinda alluded to, i'm very active in the scene, i love going to shows & getting involved and i am truly trying to make it my life even moreso (via live music photograohy n design stuff, and hopefully eventually music stuff?). point is, late last july i signed up to volunteer @ a scene fest kinda in my area, my home here in upstate ny, at the time i hadn't been to many shows alone before so i was kinda nervous about heading two hours away by myself, on top of not really knowing what i was gonna be doing volunteerwise, but something pushed me to decide to go through w it. and this thing had the most random (/pos) assortment of the scene. from big metalcore outfits to modern faces of emo/pop punk/post hardcore to localish hardcore, you get the idea. i had a blast & got to watch a ton of sets.

anyways, near the end of the day some dude i'd definitely heard of by name and was aware was some big dude in the scene from some band (my phone was dead so it was killing me i couldn't look that up hhhh), was about to play a solo set so i figured i'd drop by and catch a bit. i was hanging outside of that stage and suddenly bro started playing and i thought "damn, this dude seems cool" then, naturally, weaved my way into the crowd, watched his full hourish long set since he was the last on that stage, and thought, "damn, this dude is cool." besides his music, i remember admiring the way he talked w the crowd, and then after, the way he stood around and chatted extensively with every last person like they were an old friend (i just kinda stood off to the side in my "staff" shirt watching and probably smiling, figuring i'd let dude's genuine fans have their moment... little did i know). anyways, naturally i'm talking about anthony here, and that night when i got home i looked him up and saw he was from circa & saosin and had a Revelation since of course being in the scene i knew about those bands, and i basically vowed to get into bro's music. and, well, safe to say i found a way less than a month later when i opened that article and saw he was singing in a new band with the guitarist of one of the bands that's meant the most to me for the longest (spoiler: i lost my mind when i saw he was the singer in a "YES! this dude" kinda way).

anyways, since then i'd argue my love for mcr somehow grew (i like to think that's because a lot of my love for music relies on connection & community, more on that later), i (specifically surrounding seeing them @ adjacent) have been getting into thursday & coheed, and, of course, last december i got hugely into tsoaf n traveled 2 see them in january, come february i discovered saosin, & thanks to a rec from a kind person outside the dunes show the other night, i'm now becoming irreversibly attached to circa as well. these people's music has changed my goddamn life, and it's all bands i'd never really looked into before despite of course being aware of them. and that is special.

also, at no other show (and shows in general are my favorite place in the world) have i experienced quite the level of community (random but something i've specifically noticed @ dunes & tsoaf & anthony's solo shows is that circa fans are SO nice?) i do at dunes shows. i've been alone every time i've seen them, but never felt less lonely. the show quite literally ended and i immediately had multiple people yelling (/pos) things at me about my midtown shirt, coming up to talk to me in general, and hell, even I had absolutely no problem going up to people with total confidence to chat, something i usually shake in my boots over. we had a freakin campfire style singalong going. i got to talk to people about traveling for shows who do the same with their time, hell, this was the first time i ever got to ramble in person about my love for tsoaf to someone that actually knew what the hell i was talking about. i spoke to people from all over, both physically and from different parts of the scene and yet we had all ended up right here. stuff feels like the embodiment of the dunes whole "lost souls found" thing, dude.

ls dunes gave me the opportunity twice now to chat with somebody (frank) whose music has been with me for the entire going on ten years since i got into the scene. something that wouldn't really (understandably) be possible at an mcr show. and we've reached the point as of thursday's show that i don't feel nervous going up to him anymore either, we entirely just had a pretty long, chill conversation and goofed off a little and i will never take that for granted. i mean that in a "historically interactions with folks in bands i look up to in this scene have meant the world to me because, like i mentioned earlier, my love for music stems from a community "scene" based idea that we're all just people passionate about this stuff" way.

and of course, the shows themselves, but i'm not sure i can accurately describe those, it's something you need to experience for yourself. i have considered toronto1 my favorite show i've been to ever since it happened, and i have been going to shows since 2014. these dudes have chemistry like no other, and you just get the sense watching them that they were born to do this together. and don't get me started on anthony's crowd interaction stuff. he has become one of my favorite frontpeople (if not my genuine favorite) over this past year. no one does it like that dude does.

anyways, i don't know that i've ever felt quite this way about any band before, which seems crazy for me becayse i care deeply about so many bands. ls dunes is special. all i know is i legitimately have not stopped thinking about the dunes since the toronto show thursday, to the point of being kinda perpetually shaky & endlessly needing to remind myself it's okay, they're not going away yet, i still have one more show in pittsburgh this thursday. i truly hope i can talk to the other dudes (especially anthony since i feel like so much of this lore involves him) and tell them some of this then, and maybe meet some of you, too (i'll definitely be getting there early & also sticking around after)!

and no matter what, i can't wait for this show, and all the shows to come, man. so there's the complete wavernot4love recap, well, so far.

[thekidsarentalright]

Hi! So I need FOB to stop adding things to their shop. Lol. I pre-ordered two bundles the first day. I was tempted but passed on the Track 2 bundle. I've been looking at the Heartbreak bundle all day. I really like the shirt and the bandana. I don't need two copies of the CD though. Maybe I wasn't joking when I said they could just have all my money.

oh i completely understand, i've been in the exact same boat all day 😭 i got a bundle the day they dropped, have been tempted to get another, i'm lucky my friend bought the track 2 shirt for me and now. this heartbreak bundle has been taunting me all day like... fine fob just take all my money at this point genuinely it's all for u anyway 😭

[chryzure-archive]

what are chrysi and azures fav flavours??? what do u imagine their voices to sound like owo!! what are flowers that u think represent chryzure + chrysijacks best....and also any songs that ur listening to rn that remind u of chrysijacks/chryzure??

chrysi’s fav flavors are p much cherry + strawberry!! she likes the colors red and pink in flavor <333 azure’s fav flavors are green tea or chai, maybe?? he likes subtler flavors… that said, he won’t say no to chocolate!!

their voices are harder to pinpoint for me… i think chrysi’s voice is a little lower, more of an alto… i think abt it in terms of singers (her speaking voice varies from time to time, but it’s generally something that’s a mid-range, alto, a bit rough? jst in terms of how irreverent her tone can affect her speaking), so i’d say the closest music artist would be the singers in the crane wives? and i can’t tell if it’s jst bc i associate lots of allie x songs w chryzure, but i think allie x has a voice somewhat like chrysi. it’s a bit higher than i’d assign chrysi, but do you get where i’m coming from? also chrysi has a bit of a boston accent on certain words, even though she grew up in salem, massachusetts… it’s close enough!!!

azure’s defs a tenor and his voice tends to be a whole lot smoother. almost musical? the rhythm with which he speaks is very influenced by the different languages he learned, so it makes his words come out with interesting pauses and such. his french accent doesn’t rlly slip out frequently, since he had an accent tutor growing up,, his father rlly wanted azure to fit in no matter where he went. unfortunately, azure does not fit in,,, anyway, ummm, probably bc i also associate a lot of tamino w chryzure, i think tamino gives me vv strong azure vibes in terms of speaking (once juno compared tamino’s appearance w azure’s and i bluescreened, so. take that fun fact as well!!!! sighs…. <33)

flowers to represent chryzure,,, i always think of wisteria?? i think it fits them vv well frm appearance-wise to “wistful” being a word i associate w both wisteria and chryzure. i dunno if this makes sense, but also, i looked up the meanings + some of them mentioned new beginnings, longevity and endurance, patience and honor… that’s chryzure <333 they are wisteria!! (side note, i also vv associate weeping willows w chryzure!)

is it cheating if i say apple blossom for chrysijacks??? i jst think.. it represents a lot of their childhood together… they grew up playing in jacks’s apple orchard!! they spent so many springs there watching the apple blossoms bloom!! plus it means vitality/long life, and boy, jacks has lived a long life!!!

songs i’ve been listening to that make me think of chryzure:

wonder what you’re doing for the rest of your life // train (CHRYZURE NORMAL ROMCOM AU. THEY GET TO BE HAPPY FOR ONCE.)

my girlfriend is a witch // october country

take me home tonight // eddie money (there was this specific mst3k ep i watched a while back and this is the perfect song for the au that ep inspired in me…)

paradigme by la femme (i specifically got the shirt for this album bc of this song hehe… i love that shirt + so would azure!!!)

every little thing she does is magic // the police (this is also a vv good chrysijacks song, but it goes here bc i think it fits the chryzure vibe more.)

anything from the beauty and the beast soundtrack, in any capacity (animated movie, musical, live action movie…? idk, i haven’t seen the live action movie bc i’m so loyal to other versions of the story)… chryzure,,,,,,

songs i’ve been listening to that make me think of chrysijacks:

heartbreak feels so good // fall out boy (rare chrysijacks associate w a fob song.. normally it’s chrysigilcoded!!)

private eyes // hall & oates… i sing along to this song every time i come home frm work <3

so close // jon mclaughlin (this song has shown up frequently here but thats bc it’s such a good fucking song for no reason)

oh l’amour // erasure (CHRYSIJACKS TIMELOOP SONG REAL!!!!)

always something there to remind me // naked eyes

any song frm the moulin rouge soundtrack, bc !!!!! chrysijacks coded FOR REAL.

[pwblogarchive]

January 2006

January 2, 2006

It was strange being outside of chicago on new years. If anyone remembers our apartment shows.

But the confetti was pretty and I think a girl from miss seventeen tried to kiss me on the mouth but kind of missed. Oh yeah and apparantly andrew john hurley is a dreamboat. Check the scoreboard. Tommorrow letterman and then I’m gonna buy some more heinous gear. Do you love it when I wear clashing colors as much as I do?

And why didn’t anyone tell me how amazing the movie the squid and the whale is? I told you about panic…

Over and way the fuck out.

xoxo

January 4, 2006

my top ten (er top seven) of 2005 - no records included.

bonnie dillard - she is always around to tell me how wack i am - she uses the the word "totes" and "just sayin" way too much - and actually types them! she named her dog roxie wentz and she has given me exactly two compliments in my entire life - one of which was on an outfit that she picked out for me. but she pretty much is the glue for clandestine and sometimes pete wentz. editor of filthy magazine.

nick scimeca - this kid makes the craziest faces i have ever seen in my entire life. the first time i met him we got in a snowball fight. pretty much we are in this gang together forever. he does infect, foe, and some clandestine stuff. pretty much whenever i am bummed i can call him up on the phone and hell tell me some hilarious story.

demar hamilton - i have pulled this kids underwear off every time he is around me and totally wasted. its awesome. he also has a dog living in his basement that looks like a 100 yearold teddy ruxpin. oh yeah, his band is rad.

leslie simon - me and her talk about our crushes all the time. we have a mutual love for the music of ashlee simpson and kelly clarkson. when i tell her insane stories i dont even have to say "off the record" she pretty much knows. she thinks of bright eyes and fob in the same way which blows my little mind. she is editting rainy day kids. oh yeah and writing a book about boys in tight jeans that wear eyeliner as far as i can tell but its pretty hush hush.

jonathon cecil miller/dirty - pretty much this kid is made of snakes, snails and puppy dog tails. i have nothing else to say but he is the new pauly shore - even if he always punches me for saying that. pretty much he looks like a cheeseburger with toothpicks for legs but i wouldnt trade him for the world. pretty much he is the best kid ever.

jim sevcik (or however you spell it) - this is the guy who goes and digs the little youth medium shirts out of tiny boxes in the 100 plus degrees on warped tour or freezing temp on NFT - and then takes the money out of your paws. he is definitely most underrated.

andrew simon/buck - when on the westcoast these guys function as my mother. they take us out to dinner, help me find a house or apartment, look up movie times, get screenings, help me find tours, starbucks, have the cutest baby on the planet, oh yeah and they even book shows every once in awhile.

oh well i ran out of steam. ill finish later. pretty much people that i hang out with every single day are not included on this - you know who you are.

- petey

1/04/06 Q&A

question

Pete, I really need some advice. I was a virgin until I slept with this guy. I didnt tell him I was a virgin until 2hrs. after we finished nad I told him online. Then I started freaking out because I was scared I had screwed everything up between us, which I think only made everything worse. this all happen yesterday. Did I screw everything up?

answer

the best part about when things like this happen is that eventually they become the past- if you really like this guy you could probably explain yourself to him- how you just got scared and were nervous to tell him certain things. if he is worth it, i am sure he will take the time to listen and tell you how he feels too. and if he doesn’t give you the time to do that, than he isn’t worth it anyway. you can be through with the past but that past isnt always through with you.

question

Pette what type of bass do you have?

answer

fender just made me my own- its pretty rad- red and black- super light maple neck- customized electronics and pick-ups- check out a picture of it over at: www.clandestine.buzznet.com - they say they are gonna make a real cheap version of it for people to learn on

question

the background on the site finally changed. who does that?

answer

it changes with mother nature.

question

Do you have any scars. Not like emotional scars (you can include them if you wish) but good-story-scars. Like stuff involving armadillos or something interesting like that.

answer

ive got this amazing one down the palm of my hand from when me and robby windgator (sp) climbed a fence in his back yard and my hand got stuck on a nail. it slid down the entire length of my hand- i was like 8. i have two on my right hand from when i fought a car the week before the VMAs. trust me i definitely beat the car up.

January 6, 2006 

notes on black clouds and underdogs - see also: cast all your fears away:

1. tickets will not be 50 dollars. haters are spreading this on the internet. if you buy your ticket ahead of time (not through some wack broker or on ebay or from a scalper)- average ticket price will be between 23-28 dollars - not going over 35 anywhere. we picked the venues based on how cheap we could get them.

2. the bands- we didn't want to have a tour where you had to see five bands that sounded exactly like fob. we went for variety. all of the bands are really nice guys as well. there will be special guests through out the tour and some suprises to make each show more exciting.

3. this is going to be fob's biggest show ever. we will be playing our longest set and will be including some special secrets.

4. did you expect us to just dump the dates in your laps? we are nerdy and weird and different. so we created a game. we thought it would be fun. the points will be weighted so a small town will have the same chance as a huge city to win a small suprise show. we want to play in front of kids that are excited and we know this is a chance to do this. there will still be other secret shows randomly happening.

5. close your eyes and just click. youve got it. dont worry just come out. andy will be running a kissing booth - it will be a blast.

more later.

January 6, 2006 

8:11 pm

i am just a hot mess. i woke up to the feeling of myself throwing up today. pretty much put a damper on the entire day. i ate about 50 stomach pills and then threw them all up- it was a pretty color in the toilet. my toungue is black on the top right now. i am pretty sure thats a bad thing. i watched way too much gastinaeu (however you spell it) girls today. i think it made me sicker. it took me awhile to realize that they were mother and daughter and not sisters- but the mom is kinda hot in pissy kind of way. my mom is out of town so there was noone here to take care of me- my brother was around but hes pretty much always bongzilla'd. so i waited for back-up caretakers to arrive- one of them was busy cutting hair and the other has like a "real" job besides being dad. the best part about vomitting alone in the morning is the way the bathroom tiles feel kinda cool in a pleasant way so i took a nap there for a bit. i want to see hostel tonight but the problem is all the vomitting- see its not that i mind so much its just what if i run into someone in my sicky gear and puke on them? wow. i am glad i did this update. arent you? im gonna leave the comments open cause i never do- just write down the first thing that comes into your mind when you see that reply button- heres mine: i am just a hot mess. 

January 6, 2006

I have to say it makes me feel safe and some kind of comfort to look at the clock in the corner of the screen and know that you are awake too.

posted by: peterpumpkineater

1/12/06 Q&A

question

whats your view/opinion on racism?

answer

i love it. i mean what opinion would i have other than it is terrible. i hope thats what you expected.

question

So Pete, I have been wanting to learn how to play bass for a long time. Any idea when that HOT Clandestine bass will be available for the public? Thanks.

answer

its going to be available as a fender squire some time in the (near i hope) future. squire is fenders cheapest bass line - very affordable and a good bass to learn how to play on.

question

college dropout or late registration?

answer

“highschool graduate” its the mixtape he put out awhile ago- its pretty sweet.

question

okay crazy dream last night.. you [pete] and me making out after a show in a bed? yeah just thought id share.

answer

im pretty gross after a show. itd be better to just highfive i think.

question

pete. please stop licking the shoes of the island CEOs. i am getting really tired of turning on a tv and seeing a commercial for you guys playing at the fucking arena or a WHOS NEXT IN MUSIC? PANIC AT THE DISCO and THE ACADEMY IS mtv shit which was was totally all your -for lack of better word- fault. sometimes i think it cant get any worse but im always wrong. when is this going to end pete?!?!?!?

answer

i am kind of confused by this one- we are on island defjam records but the advertisements for our tour were made by our booking agent not island. academy is on atlantic/fueled by ramen and P!atd are on decaydance neither of those are island related. but i think i understand the gist of what you are trying to say. i understand that its hard to feel like you are losing a band you loved to “the mainstream” or to a bigger media. i want you to know how much fob turns down because we dont believe in it or agree with it- at the same time would you rather see the academy is on trl or limp bizkit?- id rather see sincere music up there. anyway, i know we’ll all still be here after this ends. hope you are there with us.

question

Peter do you ever get mad at us?

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sure. just the same way you sometimes get mad at me/us- but thats okay. neither of us ever seem to stay mad very long…

question

choose one: paramore. cartel. the academy is. or acceptance.

answer

the academy is. i dont really know the others too well.

question

Petey, what have you been up to this past week? xo

answer

training for the new video and working on/editting release the bats two (http://www.findthescene.com/Videos/RTB2_Trailer.mov)… oh yeah and sleeping some.

question

So what do you think of Brokeback Mountain?

answer

good love story. kind of depressing- it makes me think about how much i do not want to go camping.

question

ryan seacrest called you “heartbreaker wentz.” how does that make you feel? it made me giggle…

answer

i never broke that mofos heart.

question

I was wondering if any of you guys are superstitious

answer

i kiss clocks, make wishes on take offs and first kisses, hold my breath on graveyards - yes.

question

Im really upset because i have friends who like me have been FOB fans for the longest time and have met you guys numerous times but are really angry about the ticket prices and are complaining your just sell outs. Im mad because i dont think this and now they are boycotting your CT show.You guys were bound to get famous so why do people have to get like this? Whats you opinion on all this?

answer

our primary concern with this tour is: having a huge general admission floor space and keeping ticket prices as low as absolutely possible. we are doing our best- if you compare this tour with other tours with bands of the same size you will see the difference in ticket price.

question

so much for teh huge general floor space. i cant get decent tickets.

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if you get tickets early you should have no problem getting floor tickets. ask your broker when they will be releasing floor tickets as they are often released in bunches. i promise you every venue we are playing has a huge floor space- and if not me and my friends always used to just sneak down onto the floor. the security never tries to hard to stop you.

question

Have you ever had sex with a groupie?

answer

nope.

question

So after they finish the tour that they are on now Mest is breaking up. I sort of cant believe it but I was wondering - do you guys plan on sticking with us for a while longer? It is actually pretty hard to deal with bands just stopping for good…so I am hoping that you guys can be there with us for at least a while longer. Much love.

answer

honestly? some days i think fall out boy will be around for 20 more years and some days i think it might end tommorrow.

January 13, 2006 

first jt. now mr. frey. i fear that we are next.

it may just be the hour of the night or the song stuck in my head or some strange mix of it all.

i can't shake it. 

the chemists called it crossed signals.

the poets called it magical.

nowyousayimabird.

- petey

January 14, 2006 

i love how i never care about anything you say except how i always do.

that doesn't even make any sense.

late at night everything about you is an orchestra. and i am the conducter.

January 14, 2006 

4:14 pm 

"noones ever been this good for this long"

this is everything i am thinking right now with out transition. i apologize for my brains lack of linear thought processing: i hate the way it gets dark so early here this time of year. i guess "seasonal depression" kind of falls under "ADD" and "post tramatic whatever disorder" for me. i feel like its science from the madhatter down the rabbit hole. not too real. but lately i just wake up blue - my only thought is- how soon will the day be over so i can get back into bed. i open my eyes just a tiny bit and blur the numbers on the clock with my eyelashes. every word you say rolls off of my back - the praises and the barbs. i don't hear either, ever. sometimes the tips of my fingers itch from the back of my head- just to get the chance to tear someone to pieces and just barely let them off the hook. i swear to god, i was asleep alone. quick text me an alibi and oh god please don't dust the keyboard for prints. sometimes i stare out of the frosted window and make up stories as people walk by. the bottled blonde, park ave. princess walking whichever dog matches her coat. you know how i could turn your world upsidedown. its not love if a day goes by when you don't think about dropping it. its not the world keeping you on the outside, its you not wanting to be on the inside. everyone wants to be the first. buts its okay to be the second if you understand it better, if you make it look prettier. worn down doesn't even touch this. and theres nothing worse than when someone acts like they have you figured out, when you haven't even figured yourself out. nice boys don't write good stories or sing good songs. and his songs are boring. and his stories are just personal ads set to background music. i found the skeleton key for wedlock but i am holding off on telling her. on telling anyone for that matter. consistent inconsistency. thats all you ever have to remember and you'll do okay with me. dancers are always strippers. and paying their way through college is the BE VE. oh and hey pete do you remember the way the world used to trick you with fifty degrees in january and orange leaves in june? button your jacket tight, don't believe everything you read... don't even believe everything you wrote. i'm tired of always leaving. i'm tired of the way things always/never change. swim upstream until your gills bleed just because thats what genetic encoding commands. there aren't any trophies that are really worth it in the end. they can put you in a box when you are very young, so you'll be a pretty corpse but there are too many pages filled with too many words to lie beside you forever. intelligent design is the last great joke i heard. but honestly, no one will ever stay where i tell them, least of all the years. they keep moving. worlds greatest liar and how do you know i'm not lying when i tell you this right now? and thats coming from the king of one-liners. copy and pasted - long live the away message. kiss the monitor. fast asleep baby.

1/16/06 Q&A

question

Thanks for deleting me off your myspace friends. Youre different than who I thought you were Peter.. : (

answer

i do not have nor ever had a myspace account… the only sites outside of this one that i use are friendsorenemies.com and livejournal. fall out boy has a myspace account but i dont even know how to work it.

question

PETER! maybe that got your attention this time :)! My question, Did your parents or siblings ever say your “stupid” or “gay” for wearing girl pants, or tight shirts..because i go threw alot of crap for wearing tight clothing and i go to a city school so either its gangsters, or me left out..please help me with gettin threw this..Also cant wait to see you guys in Hersey!

answer

kanye west wears pink polos. rob halford wears black tshirts. not that any of it matters. but how you dress should only be an amplification of who you are inside, it should not be all you are… i get teased about alot of things but you know, at the end of the day its okay to be me. im pretty sure its okay to be you too, as long as you arent like hitler or a serial killer or something insane.

January 18, 2006 

these pictures make me think of me and you before i got so crazy.

the hippo lost its momma in the tsunami. now the he hangs out with this super old turtle and follows it around. from what i've read they have developed their own form of communication.

this is insane.

these parts of life are amazing.

i will try and not forget them next time.

- petey

January 18, 2006 

the band is in chicago preparing their new homes to be moved into. mine is still in my parents cause i am a loser like that: see also why i am hanging in nyc by myself. but ive got some schemes that i am working on.

how i have been (barely) living: the hippo and the turtle, hanging out with minkus from boy meets world in north carolina, going to the mtv studios in nyc to see baby bros all growed up on trl, eating every single thing in this hotel minibar, writing, you. writing you.

- petey

January 19th, 2006 

1:55 am 

wahahahahaha. i laughed for like a million hours at the shittalking over at: www.friendsorenemies.com its way fun to see your friends make fun of you. it keeps you levelheaded. it has gone live.

January 19, 2006 

yesyesyes-ya'll. newyorkcity. hung with patd and tai backstage at TRL and tried to make them unnervous. but i was butterflies inside. but they couldnt ever let me down. the rest of the day was spent listening to the new gymclassheroes songs and working on the new video. the gch songs are insane: i can't describe them "we gotta take our clothes off to have a good time". insane. new octfall: youve probably never met these kids but they are the nicest. always calling and asking how im doing. then the hush sound: all i can say is "sweet tangerine"- 6 months from now, you will agree with me. anyway, this isn't just some preachy post. i just love watching my friends suceed and i will believe in them until the day i die. its so great to watch everyone grow up. hopefully, somewhere someone says that about me.

we contributed a song to the breast cancer one tree hill episode/compilation. we just thought it was a great cause and couldn't pass it up. we actually thought it was a really personal cause to alot of people involved so i wanted to give a really personal song to me, so we used "dark alley".

its late and alot of the things i have been working on and thnking have stalled out. but i am trying oh so hard. got some smaller shows coming up in las vegas and l.a. for the diehards so keep your eyes out.

i am in new york city but it feels so fucking foreign. the band is in chicago but there is too much to be done out here. i know there needs to be breaks but i cant get away. maybe ill see you on fuse or trl tommorrow. maybe not cause it'll be weird with out the guys- i dunno. this hotel room doesn't make any sense. my lights are on and i am in bed knowing i will never fall asleep. i am realizing people in all the buildings outside i can see lit up can probably see in here on me. but thats okay cause i am wearing some sweet pj's.

wwwilliambecketdotlove

turn me inside out.

swoon. make me easy on the eyes. it aint hard in this light. read it. write it. throw it away and come back to the phone. light up text king.

oh yeah a little bird named mouth told me: friendsorenemies.com is up - my profile is actually me over there ... yay! let's hate eachother and/or get sexy.

January 20, 2006 

dear ireland- thank you for your pretty accents and your amazing show.

dear home- i miss you

dear you- what the fuck happened to this

a real update later.

the whole world loves it when you dont get down.

January 21, 2006 

12:17 pm 

i hate you and i hope you die. yes. i realize that you will make fun of me/take stabs at me/post ridiculous pictures of me. i realize that because of this band i have given up some of my privacy and personal life. i accept that. i can laugh at myself. i realize i will get called a douchbag. i get what i get. i have begun reading things about my friends and family. that i will not accept. i read things written by people who kiss my ass to my face. i remember who you are. fuck you. bring it on me. please leave my friends and family alone. it is extremely hurtful to me. if anyone is a friend of mine out there please tell your friends. i on the otherhand am open game. i have a good laugh at all of the stuff written about me. i am silly, i realize that. thank you. 

peter

January 24, 2006

I am an arms dealer.

I sell words you could only use as weapons.

This isn't a scene it is an arms race.

I am a con artist.

A door to door salesman.

A snake oil seller. Cures for whatever ails you.

Somehow I don't hear the violins playing.

Not really the leading man type.

I am a cadaver deep frozen. Waiting for reanimation to beinvented.

Wrote "fuckoff" on my hand to remind me to call you tommorrow morning.

What do you do when everything they say about you is true?

Do you expect me to just roll over and die?

My skin has made promises.

Whether the rest of me has or not.

Writing off tommorrows every time my fingers touch these buttons.

Putting all the comforts and closeness in reverse just for you.

I think its time to re-asses some of the policies of the wentz administration.

Our approval rating is at an all time low.

In case you haven't been informed you have to take a ticket to be disappointed by me.

There's a fucking line.

Well have some goddamned order.

Its a posh and exclusive club.

I have a lifetime membership.

Make it glamorous.

Make the rumors true.

Read the sign next to the bridge "giveupallhope..." and just tie down the gas pedal.

Lie in the back.

Haven't you heard, sorrow is in.

You are the beaches of normandy the night before.

And a girl with such a sweet drink should never sit in the corner and cry about anyone or anything.

The kids on the net had it right sometimes we should fuck off and die and break up and stop ruining art.

But the kids had it right sometimes when they sit waiting in line with hands frozen out waiting to get into a room first.

The only thing I can admit is this is no masterplan. I'm trying to figure it out.

"Without the sour the sweet wouldn't taste so sweet (tangerine)".

Its 3am in leeds. This is what just crossed my mind.

Love, the fancy kid.

January 26, 2006

live via manchester holiday inn express:

first and foremost. these shows have been amazing. i think it is quite possibly because we don’t get over here often or maybe because we are playing smaller clubs… but i am thinking we need to make a stop over here more often.

i wanted to congratulate p!atd the disco on making it to number 10 on the TRL countdown. and i just wanted to put this out there: there is no way it was paid to happen. of all the bands on “new bands week” panic was the only that didn’t put up big pushes to have the video voted on. if anything this band wants to do things their own way. hence picking the song they did for the single- that was the bands choice and in my opinion they have songs on the record that could easily be bigger. it was also the bands choice to create a darker video…. as a label i can tell you that we definitely don’t have the money to spend on a “big budget” video right now- not to mention having any left over for anything else- you’d laugh if you saw the budgets we filmed the new panic and gch videos on. but i couldn’t say enough about how nice these kids are- they don’t even get how big their band is and thats a good thing… i personally would rather see great bands on the forefront of music… and yes there are lots of other bands that deserve to make it there as well- so maybe on our messageboard tell me about some great (unsigned) bands that we should check out.

other than that we’ve just been writing new songs and working on the new video. pretty soon its going to become time focus all attention on a new fall out boy record again.

got some big news for you coming up very soon…

peter lewis kingston wentz

ps 'hater dudes marry hater bitches and have hater kids’

1/26/06 Q&A

question

hey, what kind of books are you and the rest of Fall Out Boy into? p.s. tell patrick he is spectacular

answer

andy is into comics and books on anthropology/human civilization i dunno what books joe reads patrick is into reading about music i am into a bunch of different authors lately hemingway still. before he went and hung out in africa. i haven’t been reading as much as id like lately. ps the book panic has in their book club this month is a great book. its the first thing i gave ryan after reading his lyrics, it kind of reminded me of him- so if you like panics lyrics head on over and check out their book club

question

do you watch that show roseanne on nick at night. i love that show!

answer

me and my friends used to hang out with becky in evanston, il in highschool. she was not to fond of me or my friend jody.

question

ok i know this is nobodys business but yours but there is alot of stuff going around on the boards saying that the big news is your engaged just to get things straight is that it? because those people are starting to annoy me….

answer

me being engaged is most definitely not the big news.

question

in the song calm before the on take this to your grave, there is a line that says :Well theres a song on the radio that says lets get this party started, lets get this party started. did you write that line because of the song by pink called lets get this party started. just curious.

answer

yes.

question

Hey Pete. My grandma is dying (and she doesnt care) and I for real dont feel anything towards her. My mom is seriously upset, my dad is just about the same and my sisters dont know. I am suppose to tell them but how do I do that when my grandma wasnt a grandma for me but for them she was a great lady? I just want this done and over because I am kind of tired of waiting for her to die since she has been making suicide references for the past two years.

answer

that is one of the hardest places to ever be in. i remember seeing thoughts of my grandfather in my head when he died i was on tour. and i couldnt really feel sad unless i thought of it as my dad and it really freaked me out. it made me feel like i wanted to see my dad right that second. id be completely lost with out him. i think that people handle grief in different ways and the best thing we can do is try to be there for them. im sorry to hear about that though.

1/30/06 

question

my roommates and i almost got into a brawl at 4am with some drunk kids who wanted to fight us because we did not appreciate the hint of lime in their tostitos. is it just me, or is your life this ridiculous as well?

answer

it is . we were thrown out of another fob afterparty after nearly fighting the staff who was berating dirty.

question

Peter, I just got the “Panic! At The Disco” cd and I love it! could you recomened any others?

answer

the hushsound “so sudden” - myspace.com/thehushsound october fall “season of…” myspace.com/octoberfall dangerradio “party foul” myspace.com/dangerfall the academy is “almost here” myspace.com/theacademyis armor for sleep “all” myspace.com/armorforsleep shiny toy guns “all”

question

do any of you have brothers and siters? (like any single younger brothers…:) if so, who and how old?

answer

um come on this question is kind of insane. but my one dog marley is super hot for a dog. hes a good kisser though.

question

I read somewhere that Patrick was a vegitarian. Is that true?

answer

he was he eats fish and likes to talk long walks in the park with hot babes.

question

Why does patrick wear a hat all the time and why does the drummer never talk?????

answer

just to drive your pretty little head mad with these questions.

question

Okay, heres a question: Has someone you superly-duperly adored gone away? And by adored we are talking like, lets-run-away-to-isreal -and-get-hitched-without-telling-anyone adored.

answer

yes. the sinking feeling in your rotten gut is your reminder. cool sheets on your bed are your antidote.

[blackenchanting]

Welcome to Ravens Borough part 4 Hearts of Steel

This story is nsfw and therefore not for children

Somewhere in an unheard of place a long time ago.

With a crash a blonde man in a fancy set of green armor crashed through a bookshelf and rolled quickly pulling a green sword out.

"Dang it Rob I said watch my six." the knight said.

"Bitch, That came from the side!" Rob said "if it came from the side I wouldn't have gone through a bookshelf dang it!" the blonde knight said, drawing his sword as the two regrouped. The two were being backed into a corner by a large group of bandits.

"Back against the wall, again." he said, turning to his buddy in green.

"You know I'm starting to notice a pattern here." the green knight said.

"What's that?" Rob asked.

"We always end up in the corner across from the thing we're trying to steal." the green knight said looking at a magical and fancy looking staff sticking out of a pedestal.

"All part of the plan Orion, all part of the plan." Rob said.

"If you say so." Orion replied pointing his sword towards the closing group of raiders as an arrow flew between their heads impaling the wall.

"Do we still have any idea what that thing is capable of?" Rob asked.

"Nope just the instructions to smash and grab." Orion said as they looked at the staff across the from them chilling there

"Then let's grab, then smash some faces." Rob said drawing his own sword finally as Orion flipped over a downed shelf punching a guy in the face as he ran towards the staff.

"By the power of... Hey look! A bear!" Rob said as three bandits looked in a different direction before a glass bottle broke in between them as they were set on fire. "Why do they keep falling for that old sucker punch?" Rob asked as the fire spread.

"Crap! crap! crap!" the blonde knight said almost able to grab the staff as a stick of dynamite exploded, knocking everyone back as he rolled, losing bits and pieces of his armor.

He groaned getting up as the staff sparked

"Ho crap fall back!" Orion said.

"Why do you fucks have dynamite!" Rob said as he quickly got up, stabbed the bandit leader in the stomach and quickly moved the staff fell to the side. As a purple mist started spewing out of it and filling up the room.

Many, many, many years later in the unheard of town of Raven's Borough The black nineteen sixty seven Chevy Impala ripped through the purple fog heading towards Raven Brook again as they looked at the little note from Ameila. 'Come on down to raven brook look for the El camino then take two lefts.. there's something I need to show you' it said being as vague as possible.

"Well that's vague." Rob said after reading the note aloud wearing a red shirt, jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket.

"No shit. I'm just glad we have The Dragon back." Eva said wearing a black sweatshirt, black lace arm gloves under the sweatshirt, black lace choker, jeans and combat boots as she followed the directions.

They pulled in behind the El Camino which was chilling this time the windows were clear though.

"Okay now that's even more weird." Rob said as they got out of the Impala as Rob noticed a police utility interceptor parked in front of it.

"Well that's interesting." Eva said, looking at the utility interceptor she locked the Impala with the key fob as Rob looked at the door handle that had 'Police Chief Robin' under it.

"Anyway, let's see what Ameila was talking about." Rob said, looking around as Eva stood in front of a stairway down where a neon sign was flickering.

"Interesting." Rob said, as they both walked down as Eva put her hands in her front hoodie pocket.

They came to the bottom where they heard music playing, turning to see the sign that said hearts of steel on it.

"Interesting." Rob said as the couple kept walking they passed an arcade called anime cat girl fighters as they turned the corner where a large guy was standing in a suit.

"Oi mate, welcome to the hearts of steel. How tough are ya?" The bouncer asked.

"I can bench about a hundred and sixty pounds." Rob said.

"And I get an endorphin rush from driving recklessly and can bench two hundred and fifty pounds." Eva said.

"Right little lady, name:s Drex, how can I help you. " the boucher said

"What's up with the police interceptor out front?" Eva asked as Rob spoke over her

"A friend said she wanted to show us something here." Rob said.

"And your friend is?" Drex replied.

"Ameila Madison." Eva said as the bouncer pulled down the mic.

"Uh… queen.. bee," he said looking at them

"We have two people here claiming to be friends with you." Drex said.

"Queen bee? Oh that's gonna be fun." Rob said.

"That is an interesting nickname. Not as interesting as the many nicknames Ava's called her though." Eva said.

"Don't know Ameila calling her giggles kinda set in" Rob said

"Uh Huh… Alright I'll let them know. Go ahead, she's waiting for you. Just a heads up the hearts of steel is dedicated to criminals and underground crimes so be careful what you say." Drex explained.

"The police interceptor is sending so many mixed signals.." Rob said.

Drex slid over as they saw lots of people in the bar.

"Nice to meet you Drex." Rob said as he and Eva moved on through.

"That's a lot of people." Eva said, nervously wrapping her arms around Rob's left arm.

The two walked towards a half circle blue couch with pink neon lights under it where a beautiful blue haired woman in an outfit vaguely resembling a stripper outfit was laying with her feet up on a round table and chatting to a light blue haired woman with her hair was spiked and brushed off to the side and she was in a short white dress and a sexy pair of aviators.

"Oh god here we go." Rob said.

"Something you wanna fill me in on?" Eva asked.

"Well that there, my love, is my ex boyfriend." Rob said bluntly.

"And so then they say You're just too simple for me. I need something a little more crazy." the one with aviators said revealing they were a guy as they turned to the other woman.

"Yeah, that really sucks." the other one said clearly not interested in the conversation.

"Sup Angel." Rob said.

"You really are the most interesting person I've dated. And that worries me sometimes." Eva said as they got closer to the couch.

"And the only one that you seemed to deem worthy of sleeping with you " Rob said, causing Eva to blush hard.

"I-you-why do you have to bring that up now?" Eva asked as she lightly smacked Rob's arm as he chuckled.

"Because it's cute. And romantic." Rob said as Eva buried her red face in his arm.

"Yep nothing more romantic than a hole in the wall bar for sex drugs and violence." the blue haired woman said.

"Eh, we find the best out of weird situations." Rob said.

"Well if it isn't city boy, find out the city isn't as Interesting as you thought?" Angel asked as the woman looked at them.

"Huh is that his nickname now?" She asked.

"City boy? I was gone for a week. And no, the city was a bit too much for me. Thank you very much. Plus flying sucks. Weird fuckin dreams." Rob said.

"Didn't you have a run in with the mob, you didn't explain anything about that." Eva said.

"Fun story that, Jimmy, the terrible gambler that skipped town to avoid having to tell his wife about the debt was in debt to the mob, after having scared the shit out of three of their guys and breaking two guys' rib cages by slamming them together, decided to clear the debt to avoid a bigger confrontation." Rob explained.

"And the muggings?" Eva asked.

"It was New York all I had to do was break their hand and they fucked off." Rob said.

"If you say so city boy" the woman said not interested in that conversation either.

"City boy really does not fit him at all." Eva said.

"Eh, whatever." Rob said

"The prom queen has chosen your nickname now you must wear the badge with pride." Angel said.

"Fair enough, where's uhh queen bee?" Rob asked.

"She's at the bar doing what she does best." Prom queen said.

"Great, thanks. I regret asking but what would my nickname be?" Eva asked.

"Hmm I'll call you starry because of the pretty little twinkle in your eyes." Prom queen said.

"That's actually really cute, and accurate, her eyes do have a very pretty twinkle." Rob said.

"Well to the bar then." Eva said with a smile on her face.

The two moved down towards a comfortable little spot as they got closer a bird girl with brown hair and blue eye wearing a gray jacket and pink shirt underneath with ripped jeans torn at the bottom from her legs stabbed a large knife into the counter as the two spun and sat at the bar next to the copious amount of shady people who were drinking as the bar's neon lights flashed on them while 'Shooting Star' by Bag Raiders played.

"Hopefully we're not here too long." Eva said, sitting in Rob's lap.

"Don't worry, we'll be back home soon enough." Rob said.

They heard a thud as a familiar metal arm smacked against the counter.

"Welcome to the Hearts of Steel, aka the slaughter house. How tough are you?" Ameila asked while tapping her metal fingers on the counter.

"Well last night I chased a supposedly haunted El Camino in a piece of shit Buick LeSabre and can bench two hundred fifty." Eva said.

"Did you not hear the bit about breaking two guys' rib cages by slamming them together?" Rob asked as the person besides them injected themselves with a syringe of liquid.

"How tough are you Is more a reference to your gut than your strength." Ameila said as someone barfed pink liquid into a garbage can.

"Gah shit..." they said, rubbing blood from their nose.

"Ah. Fair enough. Then very." Rob said.

"This ain't your local hooters. I serve only the strongest alcoholic drinks around." Ameila stated.

"Fair enough. Whatcha got?" Rob asked.

"Not even gonna question what I said?" Eva asked.

"Welcome to the hearts of steel love, the idea of a haunted chevy el camino is not very surprising to me though I'm surprised Caroline even held itself together long enough to get away from you." Amelia said, still smacking her hand on the counter to the rhythm of the music.

"Scarlet kiss huh." Rob said, looking at the list.

"So what'd you ask us here for?" Eva asked.

"Probably both." Rob said.

"Twin kiss please." Eva said.

"I could give you the twin kiss. However I'm greedy so I'ma just give you the scarlet kiss." Amelia said, stretching out her arm which smacked down on the counter as she grabbed a bottle of rose whisper and a few other ingredients off the shelf behind her and juggled the cup and swiftly caught all the ice as she gave it a good shake.

"Ice." She said pouring it into a small glass.

"Lime… a shot of vodka... dash of lemon and a bit of rose whisper... and bam." Ameila said sliding them over to the couple

"Two Scarlet Kisses with a dash... of love." she said in her famous seductive salesmen voice as she kissed her finger and traced it around the brim of the glasses as she smacked her metal fist against the counter to the rhythm of the music.

"So why'd you ask us to come?" Rob asked as he and Eva sipped their drinks.

"You wanted to study cryptids, this is the place." Ameila said gesturing to him

"Even though I've told you to leave them the hell alone." Ameila added.

"Do tell." Rob said Ignoring her last comment .

"There are some rumors going around about fog monsters. Supposably people who get possessed by our old friend the purple fog." Ameila explained smacking her fist against the counter again to the rhythm of the music

"Fog monsters? Sounds a bit more serious than I was expecting." Eva said lightly grinding against Rob as Ameila grabbed a spray bottle of water called the horny be gone from under the counter and sprayed her.

"Hey!" Eva said.

"No horny at my bar, take it to the private rooms." Ameila said.

"We can hold off till we're done here." Rob said.

"So, fog monsters?" Eva asked, sitting still in Rob's lap again as she drank her drink.

"Yeah, whatcha got for us, queen bee?" Rob asked, sipping his own drink.

"Sigh one day you're the full metal alchemist.. next day you're the queen bee.. Not much I'd talk to your ex boyfriend about that one. But, yeah, fog monsters." Ameila said, cleaning the counter off again with a faded red rag.

"This is a very interesting place ya got down here. And absolutely clashes with the world outside." Rob said, sipping his drink.

"Isn't it... I made my own little world down here. So I don't have to be reminded of the past out there." she said sliding a note pad with a recipe off to the side as she tapped her fingers to the sound of the music

"That's respectable. Strippers are interesting, where'd the outfits come from?" Eva said.

"Every bartender has their secrets." Ameila said.

"Aww I wanted to see if they came in my size." Eva said. As the person next to them puked pink liquid into the trash can beside them.

"Fuck…me." they said, injecting themselves again.

"I mean... they could." Ameila said.

"She's not gonna give that idea up." Rob said.

"I realize this fact. She's stubborn." Ameila said. Polishing a beer mug and putting it back on the shelf

"And that's part of why I love her." Rob said kissing Eva.

"I know I am basically married to someone exactly like her… or I guess you're dating someone almost exactly like Ava." Ameila corrected herself as she gestured to several photos of Ava on the shelf next to one of a pink haired tabaxi and an orange haired kuni who were both females.

"Yeah they are pretty similar." Rob said, sipping his drink.

"Wow this thing is sweet." Eva said, sipping her drink.

"Sweet with an after taste that becomes almost non-existent due to my home made rose whisper." Ameila said.

"Makes sense." Rob said.

"Huh while I got you here I got something for you to try." Ameila said, picking up her notepad.

"Sure, why not?" Rob said.

"What is it?" Eva asked.

"This here is a little something I made for my mom I haven't put it on the menu yet but to make a 'Lucinda Madison'." Ameila said, sliding over a tall and thin glass.

"It's Vodka and club soda.. with ice shavings." she said, pouring some in.

"My finest Rose Whisper with this purple food coloring because she loved the color purple. And topped with this star of a stick." she said, sliding them one to share.

"Ooo, very lovely looking." Rob said as Eva took a sip.

"I'm sooo gonna regret that later but it tastes good." Eva said as Rob took a sip

"Yeah, it's good." Rob said.

"Thoughts? opinions?" Ameila asked, putting her pen on the notepad.

"It's sweet, has a pretty solid kick and Eve here is having trouble sitting still now." Rob said.

"Mmhm, whatever you put in it is definitely gonna end up with us in bed later." Eva said.

"It's probably the whisper rose I've been told… it has interesting effects... on the weak minded Individuals..." Ameila said, looking at the back of the bottle.

"Weak minded? I'm just a lightweight for alcohol, have you seen how small I am?" Eva said, gesturing to herself.

"Face the facts sweetheart you're horny he's got hearts in his eyes. You two haven't been drinking with the big boys." Ameila said, gesturing to the patrons of the bar

"Good point." Rob said.

"Fly boy here claims he is, but his flask is really filled with sparkling water." Eva admitted.

"Hey, that's a trade secret!" Rob protested.

"The reason you're affected is because my scarlet kiss is ninety six percent alcohol. So you might be feeling it for a while." Ameila said, placing the bottle down. And tapping her fingers on the counter

"Well looks like I'm gonna need someone to drive us home then." Rob said.

"And we're not leaving our car here, absolutely not." Eva said.

"I might be able to get us home, we'll see." Rob said.

"That's a risk I'm not willing to take!" Eva said.

"Well you only got two options. Drive it home or leave it under our protection." Ameila said as Rob sent Orion a text asking for a pickup in an hour.

"Yup, and I'm gonna end up ruining a pillow, not a scratch on that car, got it?" Eva said.

"As long as you can keep your hands off me till we get home, anyway we probably should go check with Angel now." Rob said.

"Aww and I just got comfy." Eva said finishing her drink.

"You'll have a chance to get more comfortable later, we both know how you are with clothes." Rob said, also finishing his drink.

Rob and Eva got up from their shared seat and went back over to the couch.

"And gone as soon as they came." Ameila said, moving over to Drex as she fixed the vintage bar maid outfit she was wearing. As the two made their way towards the couch where angel and prom queen still where

"Then you put your left foot there and your right foot there." prom queen said, trying to teach Angel how to dance.

"Yeah sorry I only know one move." He said, spinning her and bending her over backwards.

"Smooth." Prom queen said, standing back up straight.

"Oh hey I taught him that." Rob said, walking over with Eva on his arm.

"Sure you did." Angel said, spinning the prom queen back into place.

"You both can hardly dance anyway. Best this guy can do is shuffle around. Then he can occasionally bend his arms and move them a bit quickly." Eva said.

"If you say so." Angel said

"Don't take it personally, Robin." prom queen said, patting his shoulder.

"Eh, I dance well enough." Rob said.

"No, no you don't. You are the master of the Shepard shuffle, and that's about it." Eva said.

"I know, and I ain't planning on changing it." Rob said.

"Good, you better not." Eva said.

"Fair enough, anyway we're here about fog monsters." Rob said as Robin went silent as he pulled off his aviators adopting a more serious tone.

"What's it to you?" Robin asked, sitting down on the couch.

"We're looking to either document or stop them." Rob said.

"He's always playing the hero." Robin said to the prom queen.

"Just answer the question, I'll make sure he doesn't get himself hurt." Eva said.

"Hah like I care about that." Robin said.

"You care enough to wanna avoid telling us." Rob said.

"Do I? I'm avoiding telling you because it's a foggy rock police department matter. But last time we spoke you threw my heart out like a broken computer and then pushed it off into the fiery unforgiving hellish pits." he said Robin said.

"We had this discussion before. We're just not meant for each other. I still care about you." Rob said.

"Meh I'm just pissed you chose to dump me on our four year anniversary." Robin said, putting his aviators back on.

"Okay, that was absolutely a dick move on my part yeah." Rob said.

"Holy hell we finally agree on shit for once." Robin said.

"It's not the first time, we both agree you look way better in stockings." Rob said.

"You say that about everyone with nice legs." Eva said, squeezing her own thigh.

"Never was a fan, I say as I'm wearing stockings." Robin said.

"Any fucking way... fog monsters." Robin added.

"Yes, let's get down to business." Eva said.

"Kinda wanna ensure more people don't end up victim to the fog or whatever might lurk within." Rob said.

"The problem lies with the fact that we've all agreed multiple times that the fog is absolutely harmless." Robin said.

"Absolutely, it's been here for several generations and no one has ever claimed that it's harmed anyone till now." prom queen said.

"Then what's this about fog monsters?" Eva asked.

"They say the fog is starting to possess weak minded Individuals and use them for purposes of all ranges." Robin said.

"Sounds like it's not so harmless after all. Deeply concerning." Rob said.

"I wouldn't lose sleep over it." prom queen said

"We won't. Though we'll look into further when we have the opportunity. That Scarlett kiss is kinda starting to get to me." Eva said.

"Starting to? You're having trouble trying to keep your hands above my waist." Rob said.

"Good point, we should probably go wait for Orion." Eva said.

"At least I'm not driving. Good chance we wouldn't be making it home then." Rob said.

"Twenty four and can't drive. You sorry fuck..." Robin said, sipping from a martini as prom queen Injected herself with a syringe causing her nose to bleed.

"I can drive, I just can't drive normally, you know this!" Rob said.

"You drive like you have one foot. And one arm." Robin said.

"He's better at evasive driving. And defensive driving." Eva said.

"Clearly... he got cold feet four years into our relationship." Robin said.

"Hey. I still care about you dammit, I just didn't see you as the One, ya know?" Rob said.

"I'd have understood if it hadn't taken you four years to come to this conclusion." Robin said.

"Yeah, that's fair. I have no excuse for that. You gotta admit though we did have some fun times." Rob said.

"Teaching you to hold a gun was pretty fun... till you shot me in the foot." Robin said.

"Not as bad as the fact that I shot myself in the foot immediately after." Rob said.

"And that's why I trained in martial arts." Eva said.

"Martial arts is good." Robin said, getting into a combat pose.

"However I'd have tased you within a second of moving." he added.

"And that's where he gets his keep them guessing philosophy from, huh?" Eva said.

"It's a vital part of how I fight." Rob said.

"He said that about shooting me in the foot as well." Robin said.

"That's not true, that was an accident. Not my fault you put the most sensitive trigger known to man on the heavy iron." Rob said.

"I smell bull, it's the same trigger I've had for years." Robin said placing his hand on the gun holstered to his dress.

"You say that but I remember very clearly the day after you changed the trigger." Rob said.

"Lying doesn't look good on you sweet heart." Robin said.

"All I know is that after that incident I made sure it didn't happen again." Rob said as another person puked pink liquid into a trash can.

"Anyway we should head out now, it was very nice meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other again." Eva said as Rob picked her up.

"Sooo.. Katelyn, how about a dance?" Robin asked, looking at prom queen as colors flashed in her eyes.

"I'd.. rather not." Katelyn said walking down the steps and disappearing into the crowd

"Wow, that's harsh. Hey, your next few drinks are on me." Rob said, giving Robin a warm smile.

"Oh that's just Katelyn." Robin said not too hurt about it.

"Though it reminds me of a joke I heard about the roof of this place." he added ed.

"Do tell." Rob said.

"I mean, are you sure? It tends to go over people's heads so I usually don't finish it." Robin said.

"That's pretty good." Rob said.

"But are you seriously denying free drinks right now?" Rob asked.

"If I'm gonna drink imma pay for them myself." Robin said.

"I see, Guess I should get Eva home before she ends up dragging me somewhere to take care of her needs." Rob said as he and Eva made their way to the door while Eva's face became increasingly red.

Ameila took Drex's beer mug and started cleaning it with a rag that she pulled out from under her dress and placed it next to the photo of the pink haired tabaxi and orange haired kuni up on a shelf.

"See Drex I told you they wouldn't last past two drink." Ameila said.

"Never doubted you for a second boss" he said watching her juggle some ice and make him a cherry popper.

"Oh I can handle it fine, Eva's just a lightweight." Rob said as he walked past the bar carrying Eva like the princess she is.

"And now there walking towards the strippers these two are a hundred percent lost." Ameila said.

"Everything is bright as fuck!" Eva said as Rob carried her the right way to the exit this time.

"See ya later Ameila, we'll talk more next time! And later sexy strippers that I am so gonna see about dressing up as later!" Eva said as she was carried out the door.

"Well i'll be expecting a call from the hospital And they also forgot to pay..." she said, being drowned out by the music.

"🎶Gave my love to a shooting star but she moves so fast That I can't keep up. I'm chasing I'm in love with a shooting star. But she moves so fast When she falls then I'll be waiting🎶" a voice sang as they left.

Outside the bar Rob and Eva waited as Eva was lightly groping Rob's chest.

"Hey, keep your pants on, you know it's better to wait." Rob said.

"Yeah but it's fun to hold onto you." Eva said as she giggled.

"And the more you grope the more likely I am to drop you." Rob said.

"Oh fine, I'll stop." Eva said.

"Besides, here he comes now." Rob said as the rusty white utility truck slowly pulled in while the beacon lit up the area in pukish yellow color.

"The hero of the hour." Eva said as the horn blew twice.

"Hey buddy!" Rob said, walking over to the truck.

"Sup brah had too much to drink tonight?" Orion asked, reaching over and popping open the door.

"Yeah, yeah we did. Hey, think you can tow our car back? Kinda skeptical about leaving it here." Rob said as he got in the truck carrying Eva as she sat up in his lap.

"I mean I'd rather not... but if you really need it done." Orion said as they looked at the red leather seats stained wood dash. With blue strip lights going around the interior and a pair of green fluffy dice hanging from the rear view mirror.

"I appreciate it, bro, I'll pay you back when we get ho- goddammit we forgot to pay our tab." Rob said.

"We'll pay her next time we see her. Unless she wants to consider it compensation for testing her new drink." Eva said as Orion moved the truck to be directly behind the Impala and flipped a switch on the dash causing the work lights on the truck to come on as he slowly got out of the truck and limped around it.

"I'd help but I might be too drunk." Rob said as he watched him slide under the car through the passenger side mirror.

"He's definitely the best mechanic around." Eva said, watching Orion slide the tow hook under the back of the car before sliding out, smacking his head on the driveshaft, going back to the truck and popping open a box on the side of the truck with levers in it, he pulled one as the cable came backwards lifting the back of the car up.

"Bazingo." Orion's muffled voice said pulling more levers.

"Yeah, he's great." Rob said, kissing Eva as the Impalas rear end was hoisted up as the driver door opened from Orion getting back in and buckling up.

"Thanks for doing this. You're awesome bro." Rob said, offering his fist for a bump.

Orion's fist smacked against it in a fist bump.

"No problem brah." Orion said, grabbing the stick and pulling it down into drive as the rusty utility tow truck took off.

"Hmm let's see what we have on the radio tonight." Orion said, turning the radio knob as he used his knees to turn the wheel for a minute as they turned onto the main road as the Impala followed behind.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Orion asked, settling on old love songs as he put his hands back on the wheel.

"Yes we did, I will say, a Scarlett Kiss is stronger than I expected. And I just know that my better half here is planning on more." Rob said as Eva giggled mischievously.

"Would you like to ride with the siren on? on?" Orion asked, placing his finger on the switch.

"Sure, why not." Rob said as Orion flipped the switch as they heard the muffled cries outside as the siren whined to life.

"And now, we enjoy the ride." Eva said.

"Man, I love this truck." Orion said as they drove.

"It is pretty nice. It's been a while since I've been in the passenger seat." Eva said.

"But about five minutes since you've been in my lap." Rob said.

"Yeah this is gonna be a long ride." Orion said, fixing the photo of Saffron he had on his dash.

"Yeah, that's why I'm comfy already." Eva said.

"Saffron really likes her comfy seat corner." Orion said, listening to the vintage love songs.

"We all have comfy spots I'm sure." Rob said.

"Yep mine is at home napping in my armchair in front of the sixty inch tv and a can of beer in my right hand." Orion said.

"Already got your dad mode I see." Eva said.

"Of course, you'd be surprised how quickly it happens." Orion said.

"You're gonna be an amazing dad." Rob said.

"Yeah we're really happy for you guys." Eva said.

"Y'all better get there as well. Saffron wants to be an aunt." Orion said.

"Heh, we will when we're ready. Though that's gonna definitely be a process considering Eva can't exactly naturally have children…" Rob said.

"Neither could I and here we are." Orion said.

"Fair enough, like he said, when we're ready. We're kinda, not exactly the best parent material considering what we do for a living at the moment." Eva said.

"You'll be fine." Orion said.

"We'll find out in time." Rob said as the truck drove off into the night.

After the couple arrive home they immediately end up in bed making out and giggling as their hands roamed each other's bodies, eventually Rob takes off Eva's boots to reveal black fully fashioned stockings with red seams.

"So that's why you didn't want me to see you get dressed huh?" Rob said taking his own boots off before climbing back onto the bed.

"There's a couple more surprises." Eva said as she slid Rob's jacket off of him.

"Oh really now?" Rob said sliding Eva's sweatshirt up her body and off her arms to reveal that's all she was wearing on top.

Eva giggled as Rob immediately joined her in toplessness resulting in the pair making out again as Rob's thumbs went under the waistband of Eva's jeans to find something else he wasn't expecting.

"Are you wearing panties for once?" Rob said as Eva giggled.

"Why don't you find out?" Eva said as Rob undid her jeans and removed them as well, leaving her in lace trimmed gloves that went all the way up her arm, a lace choker, her stockings and a lace trimmed garter belt.

"Hehehe, surprise." Eva said as Rob quickly removed his jeans to reveal a pair of boxers and a raging erection.

"You really should invest in some lingerie." Rob said as Eva used her feet to free Rob's erect cock.

"Might get some that don't cover anything. Make it easier for you to fill me. Claim me as yours and only yours." Eva said as her words seemed to unlock something primal in Rob as he quickly spread her legs and entered her puffy innie pussy.

"Ah! Fuck!" Eva moaned as Rob kissed her neck while thrusting hard but slow.

"You feel way better than usual." Rob said as Eva wrapped her legs around his waist, causing him to thrust deeper.

"I bet it- Ah! It's the alcohol. We got-ah ask ameil-ah for some to keep here." Eva said as Rob started picking up a good rhythm, consistently hitting her g-spot causing her insides to tighten in response, resulting in the pair no longer being able to talk, only moan in ecstasy as they made love, soon the pair climaxed together, clinging tightly to each other as they drifted to sleep just barely able to get their blanket over themselves before they pass out.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Repeat Offender: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bonten!Rindou knows exactly how to get your heart: Money, booze, and a lot of flattery.

wc: 1.6k

tw: NSFW

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"Why won't you just let me have you?"

The question is posed as Rindou Haitani has you (willingly) pinned against the wall of the private office, your hands fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"You're always in my dreams, and--"

"I don't mix business and pleasure, Mr. Haitani."

"I can't sleep anymore," the man whispers, leaning into you and pressing his erection against your thigh. "Don't you want me?" You look away, partially denying yourself, and partially revealing your attraction. "You smell so good, too. Is that Dior?"

"I have to go," you whisper, pushing off of the wall and out of Rindou's grasp before gathering your files and leaving the office in a rush. Rindou straightens his tie, his eyes following you as you hurry back to your office down the hallway.

And at that moment, Rindou determined that he wouldn't let you slip away a second time.

Even if he had to break a few necks or spend thousands of dollars to have you.

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You're walking out of your apartment when you see the flashy two-seater pull up, the familiar face of your colleague flashing through the window. But it's not a workday.

"Y/n!"

You try to reach for your car keys, but you find you can't quite move, and Rindou is already getting out of his vehicle. "Get in," he breathes, but you stand your ground, looking at Rindou in the eye with a straight face. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Your fingers suddenly work as you try to fish your keys out, and you touch your key fob as Rindou walks up to you, eyes serious.

"Come on. We're going shopping." When he grabs your wrist, you let out a soft gasp, but follow him to his car anyway. When you're safely inside, he drives off, humming along with the classical music playing in the car. You try to keep your eyes on the road, but you feel something pooling in your stomach at the thought of one of your flashier co-workers taking you shopping.

"Do you do this with every girl you find attractive?" The question slips out without prompting, and Rindou looks over at you curiously.

"No. Just you." When you arrive at the upscale shopping center, you bite your lip, looking at all of the signs for labels you can't afford. Rindou seems to notice your hesitation and places a hand on your waist, smiling at you with his violet eyes. "Where do you want to start?"

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"You know all of this won't buy my affection."

"I know," Rindou murmurs, looking down at his watch and sighing as the valet takes his time fetching the car. "But it can sway it, right?" The assistant holding your items behind you is panting with the exertion, and for a moment, you feel bad for them. Rindou had encouraged you to buy whatever you wanted, waving his hand and having the shops charge it to his invisible account. He even encouraged you to try on lingerie, but you'd declined to do so, alternately purchasing an expensive robe and calling it good.

When the car arrives to take you away, you reach over to grab your bags. "Uh-uh." Rindou swats your hand away and you shrink back, watching as he opens the trunk and then your door. You slide into the seat, watching him hand the valet and assistant a hundred-dollar bill each, then getting into the car himself.

"Where to next?"

"My place." You swallow hard as Rindou weaves through the lanes of traffic, wondering if you'd really make it to his undoubtedly fancy residence in one piece. Should you really be going to your co-worker's home? Especially after he's bought you thousands of dollars worth of custom clothing, accessories, and Williams Sonoma items? "Don't worry, I won't try anything." Rindou whispers as he pulls up to the gated community, flashing a small smile in the guard's direction.

The metal gate squeals open, revealing houses you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, and Rindou drives on, chuckling at your shocked expression. If you thought that he lived in a fancy house, you were wrong.

He lives in a mansion.

"I live here with my older brother, but he's out of town for the week." The comment is accompanied by the opening of another gate, and Rindou drives through it, clearing his throat. "We have a few rooms to choose from should you want to stay the night."

Stay the night?

"Is there anything you want to eat?" He wonders innocently, parking the car. "I can let the chef know."

"Um..." You stare at the white stucco mansion in awe, blinking a few times before you hear Rindou laugh, getting out of the car.

"I'll let you think about it, sweetheart." Your stomach leaps at the nickname, and you exit the car before he can open the door for you.

"Mr. Haitani, welcome back." A maid greets Rindou at the door, her eyes roaming over your appearance with interest. "Should I prepare a room for Ms...?"

"Ms. Y/n. Yes, thank you." You walk past the marble foyer and statues of famous figures around the staircase, following Rindou up the red-carpeted steps and to the second floor. "There's an infinity pool out back if you want to take a dip and a steam room as well. If you get hungry, the kitchen is on the first floo--" Rindou's phone rings suddenly, and you stand akimbo as he picks it up, frowning. "Talk to me."

Your eyes look out of the windows overlooking the backyard - which is filled with a koi pond, the infinity pool, and a few lounge chairs placed around the edge of it. You question how much he and his brother paid for this monstrosity, just as Rindou finishes up his phone call.

"I have to go for a little bit. I should be back within an hour, so make yourself comfortable. I apologize for the intrusion." Rindou takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss before walking down the stairs and leaving you alone.

You find yourself at the edge of the infinity pool an hour later, full of pasta cooked by the chef and dressed in the one-piece black swimsuit you bought earlier. You unwrap the towel from around your waist and dip a foot into the semi-cold water before immersing yourself in it and paddling to the edge of the pool in the evening light.

There's a steep drop-off at the edge, shielding your fall only with a thick border of glass. You suddenly imagine Rindou making business partners who displease him walk over the edge and fall down into the nothingness below. Well, there is something. But the marble slab looks quite far down, and really uncomfortable to drop onto.

"You're going for a swim, huh." You turn to see Rindou walking toward you, a smile on his normally serious face. "Mind if I join you?"

"But you're in a suit." Rindou raises a brow, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the ground before undoing the buttons on his shirt. And you can't help but watch him undress, revealing the massive tattoo scrolling down his left side. You look away as he takes off his pants, and you don't look back at him until you hear him splash into the water, swimming to you under the water. "Rindou!" He resurfaces just before he reaches your legs, grabbing your shoulders and laughing without restraint.

"Come here, pretty girl," he chuckles, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender, almost too tender for Rindou Haitani, but you lace your arms around his neck and his hands slide down to your waist. When he breaks the kiss, you whimper softly, and he leans forward again, cupping your face and kissing you over and over again. "Is this okay?" Rindou finally asks, his violet eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you exhale, eyes fluttering open. "Yes."

Water splashes around your hips as Rindou grinds into you, holding you close as his erection grows, again, rubbing against your thigh. You tangle your tongue with his, releasing all doubts and inhibitions before lean back, letting him kiss down your neck.

"We should take this to the shower," you whisper, and Rindou hums.

"Anything you want, baby."

Your moans fill the bathroom as Rindou slides against you, breath hot on your neck as you lean against the tile with his hands roaming over your backside.

"Should probably fuck you before we clean up."

He presses the head of his cock into you, groaning as your slick lubricates him enough so he can slide past your lips before pulling out and pushing back in. "So tight..." You bounce back on his dick, taking control of the interaction as he grunts and moans, holding your neck in his strong hand. His other hand creeps down to your folds and parts them, fingers hurriedly searching for your clit. When he finds it - you jerk in his palm and that lets him know - he rubs it with two fingers, making small, quick circles. "You're so wet for me."

"I want it so bad," you keen, and Rindou nods.

"I know. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" His voice in your ear is sinful, but you nod, closing your eyes. "Yeah, I know you have." You gasp as his hips drive into yours, making a slapping sound in the shower.

"Rin... ah, I'm..."

"Gonna cum for me? You gonna cum, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." you pant, gripping the wrist that's attached to the hand rubbing your clit faster. "I--" You inhale deeply, pulsing around Rindou's cock as he continues his motions, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess.

"That's a good girl," Rindou hisses, kissing your jawline. "Now give me a few minutes to draw one more out of you before I cum, okay? Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want, babe. Anything you want."

[zephyrine-gale]

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[fivelakesinwriting]

The Other Woman {Ward Cameron}

Author's Notes: Ward has a mistress - but part of me also feels like Rose was the mistress at another point in his life. I have a feeling this story is very niche, but I wanted to write it. So..here we go. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Cheating, obviously. Character is very much of age - I'm thinking mid 30s.. Drinking, Sexual tension - sexual references/innuendos

Requested? Nope, kinda think this is just for me.. Requests for OBX are open.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

His house was quiet, and that wasn't very common. For a man with three children - all within their teen years- it wasn't often that he had his grandiose home to himself.

Ward Cameron sat at his large, well polished desk and looked out the bay windows at the expansive property he had worked so hard for. He reached into the crystal vase upon the desk and pulled out a cigar, running his fingertips over it as he thought about the time he had to himself.

He placed the cigar delicately back on the desk and then reached for his cell phone. He opened up his contacts and scrolled through to find her name, then hit the dial button.

The phone rang, rang and rang. She liked to make him wait despite the way he had told her, many times, he didn't like to be kept waiting. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the wood of his desk as he approached the sixth ring, her voicemail about to pick up.

"Hi." Her voice sang on the other end of the voice, out of breath.

"Where were you?" Ward asked gruffly as he placed his cigar back in the crystal vase. He wasn't ready for it just yet.

"I just got finished working out, Ward." She breathed out.

"Yoga or Pilates today?" Ward inquired, his voice low.

"Treadmill. I'm sweaty and disgusting." She replied, that cocky smile and eyebrow raise beyond evident.

"Good. Don't change. I'll be over in 15 minutes." Ward stated as he stood up from his executive seat, and reached for his keys at the edge of his desk. He hung up the phone and made his way quickly from his office at the corner of the house and out to his vehicle, still warm from the setting sun.

He made it to her home in record time. The small house that could fit inside Tannyhill almost three times over sat between The Cut and Figure Eight - No Man's Land - as his wife kindly called it. There wasn't a lot around, not even other houses, but he knew that's why she liked it.

Ward parked his car, his shiny black SUV a sore thumb in front of her home. He clicked the lock button on his fob twice, to be sure, then made his way towards the front door.

"A 7p.m booty call? Man, you are old." She smiled as she opened her front door, and leaned against the frame to watch him as he made his way up the steps of her porch.

"Well, some of us don't have the luxury of living alone. Do we?" Ward asked as he ascended the stairs and made his way over to her, slow but with intention.

"Where is our friend Rose tonight?" She questioned as she pushed her body of the door frame to stand in front of him, her eyes scanning his body. So perfectly dressed for every occasion.

"At a meeting for the Women of Outer Banks Ladies Who Lunch Event." Ward grinned, his hands in his pocket.

"That's disgusting." She grimaced as she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Ladies need lunch." Ward replied with a shrug while he removed his hands from his pockets to place them on her hips.

"I wouldn't know. I don't get invited to those types of events." She replied as she placed her hands on his shoulders, then slid her hands down to his chest.

"Yeah. Well, you don't want to be around those women anyways." Ward mumbled , his eyes looking just passed her and into the small home.

"Come inside, Ward. I'll make you a drink. Something fun. You've been drinking straight from the bottle for too long." She smiled as she removed her hands from his chest to take his hand and pull him inside.

Ward let the woman lead him inside her home, his eyes all over the objects inside as he familiarized himself with everything once more. He closed the door gently behind him then made his way up behind her as she looked over her small collection of bottles on a small bar cart.

"I always keep just a tiny bottle of scotch here for you, even though it's disgusting. I think you should have something fun, with lime or something. But it's your choice." She stated as her back was to him, the bottles clanking together as she read the labels.

Ward closed the distance between them, his chest pressed to her back as he stood directly behind her. He took hold of her waist and turned her around. A small smile passed his thin lips as she gasped at his firm touch. His rough fingertips smoothed over the curves of her body, catching on the material of her clothes.

"You're not that sweaty." Ward mumbled as his hands reached beneath the waistband of her shorts to gently touch her skin.

"It took you forever to get here." She quipped with a smirk, a small shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands on her.

Ward chuckled at his lover's impatience. The drive from Tannyhill to No Man's Land was less than 15 minutes, 10 with the way he drove. He rolled the waistband of her tight workout pants down, showing off her hips. He pressed his forehead to hers and let her unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"How do you feel about going for a ride on the boat next weekend?" Ward asked as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, his hands firmly on the sides of her ass.

"You want to take me out on your yacht?" She questioned as she pulled back to look up him, a smile crossing his face.

"I wouldn't call it a yacht, but yes." Ward grinned, a hand removed from her backside to reach up and push a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What about -"

"Rose and the girls will be out of town for some sort of bonding trip. And Rafe will be, well. I don't know where Rafe goes, but he won't have the boat." Ward replied with a soft sigh as he placed his hand on the side of her neck.

"You know, you're too hard on him. You were a 19 year old boy at one point your life, too." She stated as her fingers continued their trail down his shirt, undoing his buttons.

"Well, when I was 19 years old I was working three jobs and paying my own way through school. Not asking for handouts on top of allowances. He and I, we're different." Ward sighed as he removed his hands from his lover, slowly backing away from her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up. I know that he's kind of an issue for you right now." She replied, as she ran her hands over her face.

As Ward opened his mouth to reply, he touched his pocket, a deep sigh rumbling in his chest. He pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello, sweetheart." Ward greeted, pasting on a beaming smile despite how his eyes looked so sad over at his lover.

"I'm just at the office finishing up a few contracts. Do you need me now?" He asked as he placed his other hand in his pocket, pacing the small living room.

"Okay. I'll be there in about 20 minutes, meet me in our usual pick up spot. Love you too, Wheezie." Ward ended the conversation with his youngest, then placed the phone back in his pocket with another heavy sigh.

He looked across the room at her again, his eyes apologetic. He took the few steps over to her and wrapped her in his arms again, placing a small kiss to the top of her head.

"I have to go." Ward mumbled as he pulled her close.

"It's okay. Guess I'll just shower without you." She replied, a small smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to his chest.

"I suppose so. But next weekend I'll be here early in the morning to pick you up to take you out on the water, okay? I promise." Ward stated, a smile of his own crossing his lips.

"Whatever you say, Ward." She shrugged as she placed her hands on his sides, under his unbuttoned shirt to keep him close.

Ward leaned down to press his lips to hers, the whiskers of his beard tickling to soft skin of her face. As quickly as his lips were there, he pulled away. He took his hands off of her to begin buttoning up his shirt once more. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and slowly made his way towards her front door again, his fingertips touching his lips before he turned back to her.

"9am. Saturday. I will be here and I expect you to be out front waiting for me." Ward stated firmly, a small smile on his bearded face.

"Yes, sir." She replied as she brought her hand to her head for a salute.

Ward pointed a finger at her with warning before he tossed her a wink and walked out the front door towards his car, which he was always surprised was still there. He got in the car and drove off of No Man's Land, his hopes alive for the chance to come back on Saturday to take her for a ride on his boat.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - perhaps a sequel for a boat ride, if there's interest? Thank you!! xoxo

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[xmint-conditionx]

art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”

[enigmalynne]

Something to be Thankful For - Chapter 2

Title – Something to be Thankful For Pairings – Jensen/Reader Word Count – 1,459 Warnings – RATED R FOR LATER CHAPTERS: Violence in the form of a mass bombing/shooting, injuries both explained and detailed, cursing SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Thanksgiving

Jensen Ackles’ life changes when he walks into his favorite coffee shop and meets Y/N, a Florida girl making a new start in Austin, Texas, as a Sheriff’s Deputy with the help of her sister. The two hit it off and quickly become an item that even the tabloids can’t tear apart. Jensen is excited to show his girl off at Thanksgiving dinner with his family, but she has to work the parade that morning first. What starts out as a normal event filled with balloons, clowns, and cheery faces soon turns deadly as one of the floats explodes and gunfire fills the air. Soon, Y/N is in a fight for her life as she and the rest of the deputies fight back against whoever it is trying to take over Downtown Austin.

Is Jensen doomed to watch the woman who brought love back into his life perish in a tragic mass attack, or will he have Something to be Thankful For after all?

Chapter 2

I don’t want it to be Thanksgiving yet. Wasn’t it just Halloween? Y/N read on her mobile phone as she stood in her bathroom, getting ready for work. She smirked at the text message from Jensen and typed out a quick reply.

What are you complaining about? You get to stay in that warm bed and sleep in. I’m the one who has to go stand out in the cold for like 6 hours. Carefully setting her phone down, Y/N focused on making sure all the strands of her hair were tucked up in the French braid she styled her long locks into and off the collar of her shirt as the uniform code required. She was carefully checking her make-up one last time when her phone chirped a reply.

I’m lonely in this warm bed. You should have stayed the night, he replied promptly. Her smirk grew into a full-on grin. Gently shaking her head, she replied.

If I did stay the night, then I would end up late to call. Again. That was a glorious morning, and she would have been happy to repeat it. Instead of spending the 45 valuable minutes getting ready to leave, she willingly spent them in the shower with Jensen. She invariably ended up showing up 15 minutes late to the briefing with wobbly legs, still wet hair, and a few beard burns on the inside of her thighs.

I’d be happy to make a repeat performance of that morning anytime you want, sweetheart. Just get that tight ass back here in my bed, he replied eagerly.

Maybe I’ll stay the night tonight after Thanksgiving dinner with your parents. How’s that? Y/N responded before setting her phone down to make sure her shirt fitted correctly across her bulletproof vest. Grabbing her phone and walking out of her bathroom, she felt the buzz of his reply.

It's a date, he sent. Y/N felt herself smile widely before sliding the phone into her back pocket. Their first date was the day they met at her sister’s coffee shop. Their second date was the next night. It went on like that for a few days before they shared their first kiss. It was a few weeks later when a photographer caught them. The next day, a celebrity rag ran the photo of them sharing a kiss in front of a fountain in Austin with the headline “Jensen Ackles Post Divorce Fling!”

Feeling wrecked, Y/N waited for the inevitable to come. She was certain he was coming over and telling her that he couldn’t be with her because of the publicity. She was genuinely shocked when he shrugged the article off as no big deal.

“So they ran the story before I could formally ask you to be my gorgeous girlfriend. Nothing they wrote changes how I feel about you,” Jensen said with a shrug that afternoon when he showed up at her place. Y/N looked at him in surprise, making Jensen stare at her. “What?”

“I just… I expected you to tell me you had to stop seeing me is all,” Y/N said quietly, staring off into the distance, trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

“Do you want to stop seeing me?” Jensen asked, suddenly very nervous. Y/N shook her head sharply, snapping out of her reverie.

“No!” she exclaimed fiercely, causing Jensen to let out a startled chuckle. Y/N instantly closed her eyes, intentionally took a deep breath, and looked at Jensen. “No. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I was just afraid the unfavorable publicity was causing you or your… publicist… or… whatever stress. I mean, it’s only been a few weeks and suddenly there’s a big deal about how a TV show superstar shouldn’t be dating a cop,” she said quietly, her voice sneering a little when she mentioned her occupation. Jensen took Y/N into his arms with a soft smile and rested his forehead on hers, forcing her to look up into his emerald eyes.

“I may have only known you a short while, Y/N, but I already know how I feel. I want to see where this goes. I don’t give a rat’s ass what any celebrity magazine, publicist, or whatever has to say about it. And I don’t have a problem dating a cop. I appreciate your concern about this, but I actually want to make this official, if you’d have me,” he breathed. The radiant smile that graced Y/N’s face lit up her y/e/c eyes.

“Really?” she asked tentatively. Jensen gently pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth.

“Really,” he confirmed.

“I can’t imagine us being anything else than together,” she whispered tenderly to him. His delighted grin widened before he pressed his lips against hers again, deepening the kiss that left them both breathless. When they broke apart, they were panting.

“You know, I…” Y/N started, her eyes wide as they stared up at Jensen. She never finished her possible declaration, but Jensen nodded slowly in agreement anyway. He knew what she was about to say because he felt the same way.

“Yeah, me too,” he replied eagerly. That was precisely four months ago, and they are still going as strong as ever. Now it was Thanksgiving, and Y/N was heading out to work a security detail at the annual parade while Jensen got to sleep comfortably in his warm bed. Jealous, party of one.

Glancing at the clock as she walked out of her bedroom, she noticed that it ticked close to 4:15am. That gave her just enough time to grab her gear, grab a coffee, and head downtown to be at the meet location at 5am. She picked up the key to her safe and unlocked it to pull out her service weapon, two extra magazines, and her agency-issued taser. Sliding them into place, she turned and grabbed her radio and earpiece to do the same with them. Snagging her agency-issued laptop and her jacket, she walked out her front door, then skipped down the steps to the door that led her to the café.

“Got your coffee ready, Y/N!” she heard Holly shout at her as she carefully locked the private door to the stairs. Y/N snagged the paper cup out of her hand without missing a step.

Holly was already in the café with one of her employees, getting it ready for the onslaught of parade watchers who were sure to be heading downtown in just a few hours. She planned to take full advantage of all the people heading out in the cold weather thanks to a freak cold front by graciously offering discounted coffee and tea.

“Thanks, girl! Love you, Holly!” Y/N called out as she walked toward the door.

“Love you too! Be safe!” Holly yelled back.

“I’m on parade security, what’s there to worry about?” Y/N said, laughing. Holly promptly stopped what she was doing, turned at her sister, and glared fiercely. Y/N held her hands up in surrender and nodded understandingly. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Anything could happen. I’ll do my best to remain safe, I promise. I’ll call you when I’m done and heading back.”

“You had better,” Holly said, pointing a knife in her direction before she went back to cutting whatever she was cutting. Y/N shook her head with a smile as she left the café and walked over to the side lot where her patrol vehicle was. Reaching into her pocket, she pushed the button on the key fob that unlocked the doors. At the beep, she opened the front door.

She placed her coffee into the cup holder and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. She dropped into her seat and set her laptop up on the stand before opening it and turning it on. As it booted up, she sent out one last text.

About to head out to the parade. Stay warm for me, okay? And go back to sleep! Why are you even awake?? She tapped out on her phone to Jensen. She looked over and saw that her portable computer was up, so she logged in. Once it was set up, she pulled the car radio up and turned over the engine.

“3888, Travis,” she properly said into the portable radio.

“3888,” she heard back. Her mobile phone buzzed at the same time. She reached over to grab it as she called back.

“3888, I’m 10-8. Heading downtown for parade briefing but available if necessary,” she responded as she opened her text messages.

I’m awake to see my favorite girl off to work. Stay safe out there, love. I can’t wait to see you later today.

“3888, 10-4,” the distinctive voice said. Y/N let herself swoon to the new nickname Jensen had taken to affectionately calling her: pressing her phone to her chest, letting her head fall back against the headrest, and smiling herself silly. After her moment, she focused on the job at hand. Today was going to be a breeze.

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The Leap

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Female Reader (no y/n)

Summary: When you two first met, you were the one who took the leap. Who asked him to let you come along -- now he felt like it was his turn. Asking you to take a leap of faith and venture into something with him blindly. 

Word count: 15.9k .... I um.... I don’t know what to say. 

Warnings: 18+ only please, canon typical violence, descriptions of injuries (nothing too gory, but blood is mentioned more than once), language, pining, angst, miscommunication, parenting struggles (they’re both doing their best okay?), large amounts of plot and then SMUT, unprotected sex, a little bit of cum play, blindfolding.

A/N: This was a request from the most loveliest 💜 @huliabitch​ 💜 for my 200 followers celebration! She wanted a drabble and i gave her this. I apologize that it took so long 😭 and thank you for being patient with me. While this does take place as a sort of “prequel” to my fic The Contract it definitely can be read on its own. As usual I wanna thank @thirsty-flygirl​ @tintinwrites​ @bisexual-space-slut​ for all their help and support when it came to brainstorming! Credits - Gif : @coredrive​ & text dividers - the first one is by @whimsicalrogers​ and the second is by @writeyourmindaway​ 

After the showdown with Moff Gideon, Din set out to try and track down where the child's home planet was located. A month or two passed where he was unsuccessful in the search and there was not even a hint of a lead. He sorely needed money for fuel, food and repairs and that led him back to Nevarro where he grabbed some bounties from Greef Karga.

One of the fobs led him to the ice planet of Vandor. 

The only notable hub of civilization was a settlement called Fort Ypso, so he docked and immediately headed toward the only inn. You were working behind the bar at the cantina, cleaning dishes and keeping conversation with some locals until a small dip in sound signalled his arrival. Vandor got enough visitors that a new face was not necessarily something to stare about, but Mandalorians were few and far between.  

Usually he didn’t mind that the beskar attracted attention, but when every head in the bar turned to look at him and the kid -- it felt a little vulnerable. 

You gave him a simple once over with raised eyebrows and asked, “what can I do for you?”

He arranged lodging and food, thankful that it would be something besides the dried meats he kept on the ship. You showed him to his room, and he thought that would be the end of it. Settling in, he set his rifle aside while waiting on food to arrive and letting the little one explore the new surroundings. When you returned with the meal there were a couple thick and fluffy blankets tucked under your arm, and you offered those to him as well. 

“You’re gonna need those extra layers out there,” you told him pointing to a tattered black shirt whose sleeve was hanging out of the pram, “the little one can snuggle up in these.” 

Din, still lacking some essentials, had stuffed the kid into his carrier with every flimsy blanket from the Crest and some extra shirts. Was he so obviously unprepared? He was still learning how to do the parenting thing, and he felt like he was flying blind and making it up as he went. 

He normally was against just taking things without some kind of trade happening but you were right. Vandor was freezing, the bounty was hiding in the surrounding mountains, and he had no one to watch the kid for him. Those blankets were a small gesture but he was grateful. 

Especially once he actually started his hunt. 

The Mandalorian much preferred desert planets to most others. Forested planets made it hard to watch his surroundings and big city planets were even worse with all the noise and people running around. He never much minded cold planets because the bounties normally stayed as close to civilization as they could. 

Most bounties did, anyway.

This quarry was smart, and obviously very capable since they were hiding so far away from the fort. Din would wake at sunup, gather what intel he could get and then begin hiking out into the freezing hell that was Vandor. Every night at sundown he had to trek back to the inn so the baby didn’t die of exposure. It ended up being one of the longer hunts he had done, simply because he could not just tough it out and endure how the temperature dropped once the sun went down. 

When he finally caught the bounty it was almost three weeks later, and the hike back through the mountains with an unconscious body was long and arduous. He was exhausted. He put the quarry in carbonite on the ship and headed back to the inn because there was no way he could pilot the ship with how tired he was and the last thing he wanted was to offer the kid a ration bar let alone eat one himself after the day they had. 

He damn near stumbled into the inn, just barely making it seem like he was not asleep on his feet. Relief washed over him when he noticed it was you working behind the bar. Your fellow bartenders were a little cautious of him, asking questions and making him feel generally unwelcome. But you didn’t seem to mind, and sometimes you were even a warm presence in comparison. He was too tired to deal with suspicion and interrogative questions. He only wanted one thing.

“Soup. For the both of us. Please.” 

His voice was ragged as it passed through the vocoder. The Mandalorian was bigger than life in all that armor, but after seeing him come back in and order food everyday for the past few weeks even you could tell his shoulders were slumping forward with his hands hanging limp at his side. The child sneezed behind him, and flecks of ice were stuck in what little hair was on his wrinkled head.

“Go to your room and warm up. I’ll bring it by.” 

“Thank you.” 

The helmet didn’t really give a read on how he actually felt, but there was the slightest crack in his voice that told you he was grateful. 

Din planned on leaving the next morning, wanting to turn in his haul and get paid so he could get back to his duty to the kid. Before he went to leave, he came up to the bar to return the extra blankets and to leave you a very decent tip as a thank you for your generosity. He thanked you, careful to use your name when did, as he set them on the counter with a pile of credits. You stared at the offering for a moment, and for the first time since he arrived you looked uncertain, but you lifted your chin and spoke confidently. 

“You can keep the blankets,” you said, “if you let me come with you.” 

It was bold of you and you knew that. You thought he would just leave after finding his quarry, not expecting him to misunderstand that the blankets were a gift not a loan. It seemed like a sign from the Maker or the Force or whatever the fuck was out there that he stopped to speak with you before he took off. This was your chance. The worst he could say was no, so you decided to shoot your shot.

The Mandalorian’s helmet tilted ever slightly. “What?”

“You’re a very good bounty hunter,” you complimented, “I honestly didn’t think you were gonna find that guy out there. Not many can successfully finish a hunt here, let alone catch a bounty while carting around a baby.”

“And?”

“And it still took you three weeks. You need someone to look after your kid while you’re out hunting.” you waited a beat, searching the helmet for any kind of hint that he was able to be convinced. Of course, it yielded nothing. “I’m okay with kids -- I helped out with the younger ones at the orphanage here. I can look after him while you’re out kicking ass and taking names.”

There was a long pause as he mulled over your little pitch. His kid was not just an orphan left in the Empire’s wake. He was part of some long forgotten sorcerer race, and you might have to do more than just look after him. They were, after all, both being hunted. But the offer of help was...tempting.

Keeping up maintenance on the Razor Crest, caring for the baby and trying to hunt was becoming a bit too much for him to handle on his own. There was a constant nagging in the back of his mind: how long had it been since the kid had eaten? Was he warm enough? Was he too warm? 

It felt overwhelming, and a little bit hopeless. The life of a bounty hunter was not an easy one to begin with, and adding a child to the mix was pushing him past his limits. He could keep you on the crew for a few rounds of bounties, save up his credits and get back to his mission, just to give himself a little break.

“Can you fly?” he asked, and after you nodded he tacked on, “can you do you repairs?”

“I can definitely learn.” 

Even though the helmet was blank, his stillness and lack of immediate response suggested that wasn’t the best answer.

“Okay, here’s the thing,” you said quickly trying to recover any ground you lost, “I can’t afford a ship of my own and I want off this damn ice block.” You explained quickly, “I need a ride and a job. You need the help when it comes to the kid -- it works out for both of us. You don’t have to pay me much, and I’ll learn how to be more helpful with repairs.”

He thought of Kuiil and Cara and Omera and how screwed he would have been if he had not given them a chance to prove they were trustworthy. He was never the type to have friends before, but he counted them as such and was better off for it. 

With all the access you had to him and the kid for the past few weeks it was clear that if you wanted to hurt him or sell him out you could have already done so. He was still cautious but willing to believe that your intentions were good.  

“Fine.” 

“Really?” you were shocked, it was written all over your face. 

“Yes.” he said dryly. “Get whatever things you need, we’re leaving before sundown.”

He didn’t give you much time and that was on purpose just to see if you would argue. But you didn’t. 

You nodded, grinning from ear to ear and ran out the door. A little while later you came back with a couple of bags and what supplies you had to give from your own home. Almost as if you had been packed and ready to go long before you asked. 

You did not have many goodbyes to offer except to your regular patrons and your boss (who was flummoxed by your sudden resignation but couldn’t do much but stare with her mouth open) and you walked with the Mandalorian to his ship. You didn’t even have it in you to pretend to look sad as the Crest pulled out of Vandor’s atmosphere.

In those first weeks, all Din could think of was how the Razor Crest was so much louder than normal. After a few months had passed since he added you to the meagre crew, you and the child had bonded enough that he was very verbal around you. As of yet, he had not said anything clear in Basic or in Mando’a but he swore the kid understood and was picking it all up fast. Especially now that he had two people talking at him. 

You talked more than he did; he could always hear you while he was in the cockpit. Most of the time it was you thinking out loud but when the kid got chatty he could hear you responding overdramatically. The kid would make noises and you would reply with something like “he did NOT say that to you!” or “are you serious?”

He absolutely hated it. 

He was used to people joining him in small bouts. People he already knew, and who were not quite as talkative as you were. He had to adjust. But the kid loved how much you engaged with him. He was so confident and loud in his responses not mention he giggled for the first time and it was because of your nonsensical talking at him -- so Din could never tell you to stop. 

It made the moments where you were strangely quiet stand out. He never asked but if he had to guess those were probably the harder days, where you were tired or frustrated or homesick. 

Those were the times he wondered if he should be the talkative one and inquire about your wellbeing but the two of you had not been able to connect. It was something he was acutely aware of, and he, admittedly, never really gave you reason to be open with him.

He was sure not to be rude but he was not exactly the best socializer in the galaxy. The conversations you two had fizzled out very shortly after they started, and they were only getting marginally better as time wore on. 

Sometimes when you sat in the co-pilot’s chair he would try to think of something to say, but everytime he did it only started a conversation that lasted a few minutes. You would give him a little tidbit about yourself, a small glimpse at the person you seemed to be so freely around the kid but anything he wanted to say back to you seemed impossible to vocalize.

If you were upset with your new profession, you never showed it much. It was obvious you liked the kid, and that you were excited to see new planets. If one pleased you more than others you’d gasp slightly when you first laid eyes on it. So far Lothal, Felucia, and Lah’Mu had been your favorites, judging by the sharp intake of air and the way you grinned the entire time you were there.

He felt a little bad every time you asked him about the plants or the animals on a planet and he had no answer for you. A simple shrug or ‘don’t know’ was often his response to any questions, but it never seemed to dampen your spirits. 

Sometimes you’d tease: “Well what do you know, Mando?”

And since he could never find something clever to say back he just walked away. 

The desert planets were rough for you, having grown up in an extremely cold environment. When he had a bounty on Jakku you took it in with curiosity, but after a couple of hours you wilted like a flower in the sun. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and your eyelids drooped while you slowly followed behind him like all the energy had been zapped out of you. 

“Go wait on the Crest.” 

“No,” you frowned a little, “you get to hunting. I’ll grab some parts -- “

He said, “the kid… He doesn’t like the heat.” 

He knew you weren’t used to all that heat, and you looked miserable. The kid looked at him, tilting his head to the side a bit as if he knew Din was lying. In all fairness, Din had no clue whether the kid liked the heat or not. You were just more likely to go back if you thought it was better for the baby. 

He stood stiffly, trying hard not to shift any weight or move his head to look away from the somewhat confused look you were giving him. His mouth was horribly dry and he felt like he was going to jump out of his skin with you looking at him like that. He knew you couldn’t see him, and the beskar was the only thing saving him from feeling like one giant exposed nerve.

Your frown deepened but went to turn back towards the Crest. “Um...okay. Be safe out there, Mando.”

While you trailed back to the ship, you could not help but think that while Mando was nice enough it sometimes felt as if he only tolerated you being around. Talking to him was sometimes like pulling teeth. That helmet gave nothing away, and his silence along with the blankness staring back at you always discouraged you from going any further. It was a strictly professional relationship, you were not even friends but colleagues. 

Your only real companionship was with a toddler and you wouldn’t mind an actual conversation with an adult sometimes but Mando stayed out of your way so it was safe to assume he wanted you to stay out of his. You could deal with that. You wanted to see the galaxy, and so far that’s what you had gotten to do.

It really only stung when mealtimes came around. Mando still treated it like it was some private event; him and the baby would disappear for the entire meal and eating alone was unusual for you. Sure, you hadn’t had family around for a while but you would always eat most of your meals with someone at the cantina. Mealtimes were the only moments you ever really felt homesick. 

After the hunt on Jakku was over, there was one last fob he had before it was time to head to Nevarro and collect. 

The food situation was not always ideal on the Razor Crest, but since you were able to take care of restocking necessities while he was out looking for his quarries things were much better than before. After getting on course in hyperspeed, he came down to the hull where you were setting up three plates of food. He grabbed his and the kid’s. 

“I have the nav set up to go off when we need to jump out,” he said. 

After months of dinner time going the same way you knew what to do. “I’ll eat up there so we don’t miss it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You had perfected getting up into the cockpit with a plate of food balanced on one hand. It was your new special talent. Sitting alone up there with the stars racing by was at least a little nicer than simply being left in the hull by yourself. 

You heard a high pitched squeal from below and your curiosity got the best of you. Creeping towards the hole that led to the hull, you leaned in to listen. The kid was babbling about something incomprehensible. There were little hints here and there, bursts of syllables that almost sounded like words with the right inflections. 

The mumble of a response from Mando could be heard, low enough that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. They went back and forth like that for a moment, and just when you were about to move away from eavesdropping you heard it.

"Stop playing with it,” Mando said, “eat it."

The child made another babbled remark, mimicking his tone. 

And the Mandalorian laughed in response. 

It was soft, a gentle little chuckle, but definitely a laugh. Not tinny or filtered through any kind of modulator. That was when it occurred to you that the helmet was off. 

You felt like an absolute idiot; of course the helmet was off. Mando was a person underneath all of the beskar. But he was so detached from you that you sort of forgot that in order to eat, he would have to remove it. It made so much more sense that he always hid away with the kid, or found something trivial for you to do while he ate. 

The fact that he wanted to share meals with the baby made a little grin split your face, and a warm feeling spread through your chest. All the hurt feelings you had about it seemed so silly and you felt even sillier for not realizing it before. Hearing them talk to each other kept that smile plastered on your face, and you had to tear yourself away to go back to the pilot’s chair. 

When he came up to relieve you, you made no mention of what you had overheard, but the moment stuck with you as you settled in to rest before you had to take over again. 

That little glimpse at the man underneath the helmet made you incredibly curious, and from then on you really started to try and figure out who he was. Now that you were really looking, you could see it just a little more clearly. It was in the way his head tilted when you spoke, a small suggestion that he was listening and interested in hearing more. Or the way his shoulders let go of tension when he came back from a hunt and saw that the kid was safe.

It made talking to him easier, and after a little while you could tell it was easier for him to talk to you too. Not perfect, by any means, but there was progress being made and you weren’t about to try and push it to go fast. 

Things fell into somewhat of a routine, as much as one can create in the lifestyle he led. The ship would land, Din would go out hunting and you would take the kid along with you to pick up any supplies or parts needed for repairs before heading out again. 

You had no business being out there hunting with him, you were a fine shot but you were not much of a fighter when it came down to it. Din just left you with a blaster before he went on his way, satisfied that with a whole ship and a blaster at your disposal you could handle yourself.

And you did, until you were caught off guard. 

You didn’t notice until you heard the footsteps on the ramp leading into the ship, the old metal always gave a little rattle and creak when stepped on in a certain spot. It was just something you had always noticed. Half-expecting it to be Mando, you turned around only to find a strange being behind you. They were tall and lanky but there were no other hints at who or what they might be underneath the mask that hid their entire face. Big round goggles blankly stared at you and there was some kind of breathing apparatus where their mouth would be. 

“Can I help you?” you asked as calmly as you could. 

Your heart had started beating harder in your chest the moment you realized it was not your companion. Hyper aware that the kid was in the pram right next to you, panic started to rear its ugly head. Your hand went to rest on your blaster, but they had their own pointed at you the moment you touched it. You raised your hands in surrender as an attempt to appease them.

“Where’s the bounty hunter?” they asked, voice garbled and mechanic. 

“Out...you know, bounty hunting.” 

“Cute,” the voice responded. “You got credits?” they asked and when you nodded they said, “hand them over.” Their hand was held out expectantly.

Your own funds and the unused credits Mando had given you for supplies felt heavy in the pouch on your belt.This was...not ideal. Some of your extra funds were stashed away in your bag there in the hull, but you were hard pressed to offer up any of your earnings to this person. Still, it would be better to offer it up than risk you or the baby getting hurt. Reluctantly you handed over what was in your pouch. It was not very much, and you cringed a little as they inspected the offering. 

“Where’s the rest?”

“That’s all I have.”

They raised up the blaster and repeated, “where is the rest?” The tone through the voice box was not easy to decipher but they made an aggressive step forward that told you they were not happy with your response.

“The rest of it,” you said slowly, “is with the Mandalorian. Care to wait with me? I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

That response was not any better, the veiled threat obviously made the thief bristle. They stepped closer until their blaster pressed into your belly. Despite that, the baby was at the forefront of your mind. You had no idea what to do to ensure that whatever happened he got away safely. 

You thought about grabbing the weapon pressed against you, if you were fast enough you might be able to push it away and hold them off for just a moment. Anything was better than just standing there and getting shot. Just as you mustered up the courage to act a strange sound came out from behind the mask.

The offending blaster suddenly fell to the ground as the being grabbed at their throat, gasping for breath. You backed away a little, a hand going to your blaster at your side to pull it and aim. They fell to their knees, and continued to choke. Part of you wondered if you should try to help, but then again even if you did help they might just kill you and the kid anyway. You couldn’t risk that. All you could do was watch as they very slowly collapsed onto the floor. They gasped for breath for a few more moments, before falling over limply on the ground. 

“Um….what…”

The baby made a soft noise and you looked to see him standing there with a little hand stretched out towards the robber before falling onto his back in the pram. Confused, you took a moment to try and figure out what the hell had just happened. You kicked their blaster away from them before nudging the form on the floor with your foot. There was no way to tell if they were dead, but they didn’t move.

You looked over to the child, looking all of the sudden like he was ready to fall straight asleep. “Did you do that?”

The baby gave out a short “ah” sound and a single nod. 

“O-okay.”

You were trying not to freak out. It wasn’t clear whether or not the baby actually understood you when you spoke to him, and although he was learning more everyday he had never outright answered a question before. It could have been a lot of things. The thief could have just had a very conveniently timed malfunction on his breathing apparatus. Completely possible. But you lived through the war: you had heard horror stories about the Supreme Commander Darth Vader and how he used the force to choke the life out of his enemies. 

Your little greenbean was too young to be any kind of disgraced Imp leader, but you still felt… you didn’t know how you felt. 

The being on the ground twitched and you shrieked, shooting your blaster off without even looking. It hit them in the upper arm, burning through their clothes as sticky green blood started to leak from the wound.

You had to get them off the ship. 

After retrieving the credits they tried to steal from you came the difficult task of actually moving them. With your blaster still in one hand you did your best to drag the body off of the ramp. 

The child watched on as you heaved and grunted. When you had them on the sand far enough away that they would not block the ramp from being able to retract, you scurried back up and got to closing up. There was a chance they could wake up or had some kind of backup and you wanted the ship locked down before that happened. 

With the outside world shut out and feeling somewhat safe, you peeked into the pram. The child’s eyelids were drooping, and he gave a sweet little yawn. He looked so innocent, and yet may have just killed someone. 

Mando had just left for his hunt an hour or so before and calling him back was probably a bad move. You thought that he barely tolerated you to begin with, and when he found out you put his kid at risk by not watching your own back he was going to be pissed. If you lost him a bounty on top of all that he might just leave you on some backwater planet. There was no way you were getting stranded again. You could handle it until he got back. 

You set to putting the newly gathered supplies in their place and getting a meal started with what limited cookware you had on the Crest. It took your mind off of the ordeal and eventually your hands stopped shaking. 

You were fine and more importantly the baby was fine. Things like this were bound to happen while travelling to sometimes questionable planets alongside a bounty hunter. You had to be better prepared next time, you were determined to be better prepared next time.

By the time Mando came back the sun was about to rise on a new day. Trailing behind him was a simpering Togruta man, stuncuffed and being altogether a whiney annoyance as Din dragged him along. 

When he got to the closed off ship he spotted a trail of darkly stained sand leading away from the ship as if someone dragged themself away. He felt a chill run over him as the hair on the back of his neck stood up, immediately he tapped on the controls in his vambrace to get the ship to open up. 

The hull came into view slowly while the ramp lowered down and when he saw neither you or the child immediately he called out your name. When there was no response he tried again, louder this time as he stormed up the ramp. 

You were still on the hull floor tucked into your little corner and the baby was just as motionless in his pram. Running toward the two of you with a shout, Din stopped when your body jumped in surprise and you popped up wide awake with a scream. You were ready with your blaster aimed at him, and when you finally realized who it was you lowered it with a heavy sigh of relief. 

“Fuck, you scared me.”

“I saw blood outside.” He checked in on the baby, who was definitely breathing but very much dead to the world as he snoozed.

“He’s fine.” you assured him gently. “Some nerfherder tried to rob me but they didn’t get anything,” you mumbled. There was a heavy pause before you frowned, “did you catch the bounty?”

Din murmured, “shit,” just low enough under his breath that the vocoder did not pick it up before he turned harshly back towards the ramp. He had forgotten about the quarry. 

He had been ready to get cleaned up and let you start the flight back to Nevarro to collect, but now his heart was thudding hard in his chest. His skin felt too tight, like he was a tightly wound coil. His mind was reeling for answers since ‘I was robbed’ did not suffice as an explanation. 

The togruta man stood awkwardly at the foot of the ramp, and was inspecting the blood in the sand. “Everything alright, Mando?”

Din did not respond, simply stomped up close enough to roughly grab at his shirt before dragging him toward the carbonite freezer.  The quarry tried to hastily give an explanation why he shouldn’t be frozen but he was ignored as Din shoved him into the chamber. You were peering in on the baby, fixing his blankets and wiping some drool from his chin. The ruckus and panic of the bounties was now so commonplace you barely looked up to see what was going on. 

He was by your side only moments later, kneeling and trying to inspect you for injuries. “What happened?”

He really didn’t mean for his voice to sound so harsh, but judging by the way you flinched his question had not come out right. Now he felt guilt settle in his stomach along with everything else. 

“It was my fault, I wasn’t paying enough attention,” you admitted. “They followed me up the ramp when I came back -- wanted credits.” Chewing on your lower lip, you shrugged. “I was careless, but it won’t happen again, I promise.” 

“Did they hurt you?”

“No,” you said. “No, um -- something weird happened.” Not able to really put it into words yet, you were woken up rather abruptly and still trying to wrap your head around the situation. “They just started...choking on nothing. I don’t know what it was -- I thought maybe it was the baby? I know that sounds crazy, it was probably just - I don’t know,” you back tracked. “But they passed out and I got them off the ship.”

“And the kid?”

“He’s okay, he fell asleep after.”

Din took a moment, trying to catch his breath because this was not what he was expecting to come back to and your future on the Razor Crest hinged on your response to what he was about to tell you. If you reacted badly to the baby’s powers he was not sure he could trust you alone with him. It was what made him so valuable to the Imps, and if you couldn’t keep your mouth shut he’d have to drop you off at the next planet.

“It was the kid,” Din said, “I’ve seen him do it before.”

“He can choke people with his mind?”

“Yeah. And lift things.” he said plainly. 

There was a terribly long pause as you processed it. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, ready to be disappointed in your reaction, but could only think that he’d miss hearing you talk to the baby about nothing in the background while he piloted the ship. Maybe he wouldn’t just drop you off at the next planet, he could freeze you in carbonite and take you to Lothal so he at least left you somewhere he knew you liked. 

“Well. Okay.” you said nodding. “Good -- good to know.”

Din said nothing at first, just stood there grateful that the helmet masked his expression. “It’s a secret. Some Imps want him, and I’m trying to get him back to his planet. The Bounty Hunting is to keep us fed and flying.”

“I can keep a secret.” 

“If you sell us out…” he couldn’t physically finish speaking the warning, and the fact that he had to warn you to begin with left an awful taste in his mouth. The threat just hung in the air between the two of you. 

“I won’t. I promise.” 

He was tense, holding himself in a way that made him look as big and threatening as possible. You didn’t know him very well, but you knew enough to see that he was on the defensive. He had already been scared when he saw the blood and you figured he was worried about the baby. Now he was worried you would betray them both. 

There was nothing you could say to convince him, so you hoped he let you have the chance to prove that you had no intention of letting an innocent child get captured by Imps -- even if he was able to kill you with just his mind. It was a lot to take in, and a little strange but so was running off with a Mandalorian for no other reason except wanting to see something other than snow. Who were you to judge?

“You’ve been out all night, go get some sleep,” you said standing up. “I’ll get us on course with the next fob.” 

He watched you closely after that, barely letting you out of his sight. He told himself he didn’t trust you and that’s why he insisted all three of you stick together. When the reality set in that he wasn’t risking either of you getting hurt again he shoved it aside, he could deal with that thought later. 

The problem was he kept shoving it aside over and over again; desperately trying not to acknowledge it. 

For a bit you were just as cautious with the baby. You weren’t really convinced the kid wouldn’t hurt you -- toddlers threw tantrums, you’d seen more than a few but none from kids who had Force powers. You felt a little bit out of your depth, but you reasoned that if it was hard just being the kid’s babysitter you couldn’t imagine how hard it had been for The Mandalorian to juggle parenthood, being hunted by Imperials, and bounty hunting. 

The kid was obviously smart enough to understand the difference between a threat and a friend. So you sucked it up and kept going.

Except now you looked over your shoulder a lot more, always aware of your surroundings. Your hand was on your blaster in its holster more often than not, and you got tense whenever a stranger approached. 

It was inevitable that you would see trouble while traveling with him, it was just the nature of his life, and part of him wondered if he should have just told you ‘no’ when you asked to come along with him. 

But it was too late for that now. 

Talking to you was easier than before, hearing you talk to the kid while he piloted the ship made him feel just a little less weighed down by the responsibility, and seeing your face light up when you saw a beautiful planet for the first time made him feel like he did something good. He was now, officially, in over his head. 

After rounding up all the bounties it was time to return to Nevarro. While he got his payment, you had run around the settlement to gather food, arrange some repairs and haggle down the price on a new filtration system for the Crest. He sent you back to the ship ahead of him, saying he had business before it was time to set off again. Din wanted to check in on the Armorer and drop off any extra credits he could spare for what remained of the covert. But he also had other intentions.

It had caught his eye while walking towards the cantina, amongst all the street vendors selling their wares. These things normally didn’t really stand out to him but the flash of green had made him turn to glance. The vendor, an orange Twi’lek man, sold various plant-life from other planets and when Din approached he flew into a diatribe about rare and exotic flowers. Din pointed to a mint-green flower with splotches of light lavender that randomly adorned the petals around a dark pistil. He had no idea what it was called but he knew it came from Lothal. 

“What is that one?”

“The Green Daisy!” the vendor exclaimed excitedly. “A rare breed from Lothal, and a wonderful flower to have in the home -- easy to take care of and it’s stems detect heat so it only blooms when someone is around to admire it! Fascinating little things.”

Din nodded, “it’ll do.”

“Wonderful,” he exclaimed. “That will be ten credits, my Mandalorian friend.”

Din handed over the credits. 

“Thank you!” the vendor took them and handed over the flower in its pot. He asked, “I have never had the honor of a Mandalorian perusing my booth before. I must ask, is the flower for you?”

“It’s a gift,” Din said stiffly. 

“Ah,” the Twi’lek grinned conspiratorially. “In that case I will give you this,” he handed him a piece of durasheet with some scribbled instructions, “and wish you the best of luck.”

Din was flustered by the small wink the man gave him as if he knew something and gave a short thanks before beginning his walk back to the ship. The Crest was close enough for Greef’s men to unload the carbonite stacks but with enough distance from the settlement to make him feel comfortable leaving it unattended. With all the quarries delivered and carted away, you were sweeping away at some of the dust that had been tracked in during their removal. The baby trailed behind you, trying to grab at the pushbroom you had. 

It was too heavy for him, but he got his hand on the lowest part of the handle and gave a little grunt as he used what little strength he physically had in order to help. You gently pushed the brush, so he felt like he had contributed, and he looked up at you with an expectant smile.

“Good job,” you chuckled, “can I do the rest?”

Satisfied with his work, the baby started to toddle off toward a small box of miscellaneous items he had claimed as toys. 

“Never met a kid that likes to help as much as him,” you said in a light tone to Mando. 

“He’s...unique that way.”

“He’s very sweet.” you shoved some dust down the ramp and wiped at the sweat at your temple. “Ready to head out?” 

He felt a little foolish, holding a flower behind his back. He used his free hand to dig into the pouch on his belt, “here’s your cut.” He handed out some mixed currencies. 

“Pay day,” you said in a sing-songy voice, shimmying your shoulders a little. “Thank you very much!” You took it from him and shifted to put it away in your own bag. 

“This --,” he said stiffly, shoulders tense again as he held out the plant a little awkwardly, “this is also for you.”

You glanced up from putting your funds away and frowned a little in confusion at the offering. When you got a good look at it you took in a surprised breath of air. “They look like the ones on Lothal!” 

He realized the moment it happened that making you suck in that delighted gasp was his real goal all along. Telling himself that it was a simple “thank you” gift was pointless when he felt his whole face get too hot behind the helmet. He was wearing his gloves but he swore he could feel the warmth of your skin as they brushed over the leather to take the potted plant from him. 

“That’s where it’s from. A green daisy.” he handed over the durasheet, of which your eyes scanned over quickly.  “It can sense heat  -- they bloom when there’s someone around to see it.”

“That’s so fucking cool -- oh, Maker, language,” you cringed and looked over to the baby, “sorry, greenbean.” You felt the heat of embarrassment as you laughed at yourself a little, “thank you, Mando, really. I loved being on Lothal -- it’s like a little souvenir or something.” 

He thought of saying ‘I know, I hope I can take you back one day’ but what came out was, “Thank you for your help with the kid.” 

“Oh…” you blinked, “I should be thanking you. I never thought I’d see so many planets in my life.” 

“Ready for the next one?” he asked. 

“Oh, definitely,” you said with a grin. 

He nodded his head once, and then headed towards the ladder to the cockpit. A sensation of pride swelled in his chest. Your smile had been because of him this time. 

“Ramps up! We’re good to go!”

Mando considered getting you another gift when the following weeks proved to be difficult when dealing with the kid. He must have been restless because you couldn’t turn around for more than a minute without him getting into something he shouldn’t. He normally was fine - an (almost) average toddler and pretty low maintenance despite the whole lifting stuff with his brain thing. But when he got into a mood it lasted for days. 

On an afternoon where he was being particularly ornery, you were in the shower and were suddenly consumed with darkness as the entire ship’s power went out. You stumbled out in the inky blackness of the windowless refresher, barely covering yourself with a towel to hunt for a glowrod. You were thankful Mando was out, because when you finally found one and lit it up in the hull to find the child tugging on exposed wires where a wall panel was long gone. After making sure he hadn't electrocuted himself and finding clothes in the dark, you spent the rest of the day trying to fix the wiring and wrangle the baby. 

When Din arrived back to the ship, you had gotten the lights back on but power was not reaching the engines. You apologized as many times as you could while focusing on figuring out the problem -- you weren’t about to spend credits to get it repaired. The ship was grounded for the night while you figured it out, so Din grabbed what he needed to clean the beskar and headed towards the refresher. 

When the door was locked behind him he lifted the helmet over his head and set it aside. When he peered into the mirror he noticed his hair was getting long again, and he needed to shave. Removing his gloves and setting them aside, he scratched eagerly at his stubbled cheek. The same spot that had itched all damn day where the helmet pressed into his face.

Piece by piece the beskar came off, and he took a moment to appreciate being out of it before climbing into the sonisteam just to get rid of the sweat and grime from hunting before getting to work on cleaning the beskar. 

He glanced down at the pile of clothes and metal and noticed that on the ground was a shirt of yours. You kept your things in one spot on the ship, even your gifted flower had its place amongst your few belongings in a corner of the hull. It was not like you to leave something in a common area. 

He picked it up, feeling the texture of the light tsu-seed weave without his gloves. It was one of the lightweight shirts you had bought for the desert planets. Under the helmet he couldn’t smell much unless it was really overwhelming, sometimes a vague waft of a scent would make it through but not clear enough for him to place where it was coming from. The shirt was pressed to his face before he could stop himself. The fabric was soft against his skin and he tried to memorize the smell. Your smell.

This was probably crossing a line, and before the guilt could bloom in his chest he was shocked to find that the scent lingering on your shirt put him at ease. 

It was a mistake, grabbing the shirt because now all he could think of was how his fingers would brush along your skin to lift it off of you. He wondered if you’d sharply inhale if he found a sensitive spot. What would it be like to hold you close, no beskar in between the two of you, and take a deep breath? The softness of your body pressed to his and the inherent comfort that came with knowing you were close enough for him to breathe you in. His body ached to know what it really felt like. 

It was shameful, hiding away in the refresher and sinking down into a self-inflicted fit of brooding all because he had to know what it might be like to be so close to you. He was trying to piece together a puzzle he couldn’t see completed. Doing what he could to try and learn each possible sensation on their own, shaped from all these little moments that he kept trying to steal for his own fantasy. 

It was bad. He had no idea what to do, and he was almost certain you had no inkling of the way he was desperate to be around you. How the hell were you supposed to know when he turned away at every small gesture which would suggest it? It was too much to ask of the both of you.

If he wanted to just fuck, he could do that. This was something else entirely and if he couldn’t have you in every way imaginable it was better to just keep it professional. At the very least it would keep things from being awkward so you would stay and he could keep your friendship. 

He set your shirt aside, folded neatly for whenever you came back to get it and sat down to clean the beskar.

Tatooine sucked and you never wanted to go back. You didn’t really get how people lived there. The Cantina was somehow worse than any you had ever been to. You were a little biased, you admitted, your bar at the inn on Fort Ypso was well cared for despite being old and having the same customers for years on end. But you could honestly say you hated this bar. 

“Does that band know any other songs?” you asked Mando under your breath. 

“They don’t need to, that one’s a classic.” 

You rolled your eyes, your lips curling into a smile at his joke. “Who are we looking for again?” 

Mando discreetly showed you the puck, and you tried to remember the face this time. It was easier to tag along now that the baby had a little sling to sit in on your chest -- if trouble came you could much easier hide and get away with him. People also stared a lot less without the pram, only glancing at you with a non-visible child strapped to your body and focusing on the Mandalorian instead. 

It was a little bit fun to do this with Mando. Sure you were essentially a distraction or the lure most of the time but it was nice to do something outside of the ship now and then. You felt like you were his partner, and being included with him in anything gave you a special sort of giddiness. You made conversation easily while you looked around the bar with him, and you were delighted to hear him laugh at a joke you made about the dirty state of the table you sat at.

A little while later the bounty walked in with three other people: one human woman and two human men. They were hired guards armed with blasters and glaring at everyone they passed by. While they were hulking figures the bounty himself was wiry and scowling as he took in the place. You couldn’t exactly remember who he was, but he could afford protection and seemed just as disgusted with the bar as you were so he probably came from some kind of money. 

“Those bodyguards are pretty big,” you commented, “should we hire someone to help?” 

You had your blaster, but when the baby was with you he was your only real priority and rightfully so since fights were not altogether your specialty. Mando was a legendary bounty hunter, trained for years in melee combat and marksmanship and you had learned how to shoot behind the bar with an ex that ended up leaving the planet not two weeks after the break up. You would probably only hold your companion back rather than help him. 

“They aren’t as tough as they look,” he assured you. He nodded his head in the direction of the biggest one, who was ordering at the bar. “The bartender.”

Said bartender looked like they were half listening, glancing at the man with a bored look and turning his back away from him to pour a drink. 

“What about them?”

“Working in a place like this, that bartender has seen more than a few fights. If they aren’t worried, why should I be?”

Out of anyone else’s mouth the comment would have been arrogant but Mando said it so plainly it barely even sounded like bragging. And you knew it was true that he was very good. How many other people took out a tie-fighter with a jetpack and a couple small explosives? If Greef Karga hadn’t told you the story with Mando sitting next to you humbly nodding once to confirm its truth, you wouldn't have believed it.

The other bodyguard scanned the bar, lingering over the dark corners to try discern any threats. You shifted forward a little in your seat and Mando slumped as far down as he could so you could try to block the view of him. You could feel their gaze on you, lingering for a moment too long for your comfort before sliding away again to finish taking in the rest of the patrons. 

“Did he see you?” you asked.

“Don’t think so.” he couldn’t see where the woman was now, nor could he track the eyeline of the one who stayed near the bounty. “What are they doing?”

“I lost one of them, but the mean looking one is watching the door and the meaner looking one came back with a drink for the bounty.” 

There was a soft breathy sound that came through the vocoder, one you had recognized as a scoff. The one he gave when he found you equally amusing and annoying. It still made you smile. 

“I’m gonna go out the back while they aren’t looking,” he said, “draw them out.” 

He slipped away quickly, just before the first bodyguard turned back around to start his scan over again. The quarry sipped at his drink, head ducked and shoulders slumped. You weren’t sure how long you were there sipping on a glass water that had cost way too many credits. Only on desert planets could you get away with charging four credits for water. After a while you saw that the quarry was finished with his drink and reading something on a datapad you couldn't see. He leaned in to speak to one of his protectors and then they stood to make for the front door. 

You made your move then, wrapping your arms tight around the baby and shuffling quickly through the crowd towards them. You slipped through, bumping into the quarry yanking hard at the pouch that hung low off his belt so it ripped off into your hand and then took off towards the backdoor. 

“She stole my credits!” The quarry yelled.

At risk of losing their pay, the bodyguards followed and not wanting to be without protection the quarry was not too far behind. You protected the baby’s head from bumping into anything as you flew through the doors into a small alley. Mando was nowhere to be seen. 

You heard the three men burst out of the door behind you and you turned to face them. The two burly men were hounding in on you now, and you backed away slowly. Your blaster was on your hip, but you didn’t want to reach for it just yet in case they pulled theirs. The last thing you needed was blaster fire going off while you had the kid strapped to your body. 

“I’ll trade you,” you said offering the pouch out. “The credits for him,” you nodded at the quarry. 

“And why would we agree to that?”

You smirked a little, just a tad bit nervous but a glint of silver caught your eye putting you at ease. “‘Cuz it’s a better offer than he’ll give you.” 

Mando revealed himself then, two blasters aimed at the two men quickly fumbling to grab theirs. You saw the quarry pull out a nasty looking serrated vibro blade, a little less impressive than the blasters but you didn’t want it anywhere near you. 

“Walk away,” Mando said plainly. “I’m not here for you.” 

“If he takes me neither of you get paid,” snarled the quarry. 

That motivated the two men to shoot their blasters off. They reflected easily off the beskar and you ducked down, covering up the kid, and started getting away from the fight. You ducked behind some empty storage bins, peeking out to make sure Mando was okay. When the other two started getting their asses handed to them the quarry went forward with the vibroblade ready to attack Mando while he was preoccupied.

“Hey!” You shouted as you came out from hiding with your blaster aimed at him now. 

“Where the hell have you guys -- ah, fuck!”

You turned to see that the last hired guard was back, from what seemed to be a perimeter check. She quickly took in the scene while approaching from the opposite end of the alleyway. She set her eyes on you and seeing that your blaster was aimed at her boss she began to reach for the one strapped to her thigh.

You shifted your stance, aimed for the legs and pulled the trigger. She fell to the ground with a grunt, dropping the blaster and reaching for her wound. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement: the quarry was running toward you. He was still wielding a vibroblade and before you could think to shoot at him you turned your back so the knife was not coming toward the child. 

Mando swept his leg out, knocking one of his assailants to the ground and hastily reached out to grab at the jacket of the man running towards you. With a grunt he yanked him back. 

A searing pain bloomed along your back and you cried out as you fell forward. Your hands flew forward to catch yourself on the rough ground. The baby  was squirming around, safe but trying hard to wiggle out of the sling.

When you looked over your shoulder, Mando had taken out one of the other bodyguards but the quarry and the last hired hand were teaming up against him. You told yourself he could handle it and that your job was to get the child to safety. But you couldn’t find it in you to just leave him there, struggling to hold off one for long enough to take out the other. 

He managed to shove the quarry away, hard enough that he fell to the ground. You took a few steps back, not wanting to bring attention to yourself. The blaster you had was dropped and you couldn’t seem to find it. Mando landed a blow to the bodyguard’s face that gave a loud crack, and when they backed off with a cry he pulled a blaster from the holster on his hip and fired off a shot that hit him square in the chest. 

His back was to the quarry who now had your blaster and you only noticed it once he had it aimed at Mando. You had to think quickly, seeing a metal rod that had been knocked to the ground in the fray you swiped it up while you ran in their direction.

Your hands gripped around the warm metal as you approached from behind and then just swung with all the strength you had. Mando turned in time to hear the loud thud of the rod making contact with the man’s head. The quarry limply dropped your blaster to the side, swayed on his feet and then fell over unconscious. 

As he crumpled you came into view. Wielding some scrap metal, dirt mixing with sweat on your face as your breath made your chest heave, and the baby nestled safely (if not a little jostled) in the sling on your chest. You looked every bit a warrior to him. Like a protective mother: fierce and righteous and brave -- he was dumbstruck by it. 

Until you fell to your knees, weakly leaning on one arm and hugging the baby tighter to your chest. He came to your side, kneeling and putting a hand on your back -- to which you hissed in pain and flinched away from him. When he looked he saw blood was staining your shirt and now his gloves. Leaning closer and gently pulling the sliced shirt he inspected the wound. Deep enough that he felt the bitter cold worry rising in him, but not enough that he didn’t think you would make it. 

The baby was crying, struggling to get out of the sling and you tried to soothe him as best you could. “You’re alright, little one.”

Din swallowed down whatever he was feeling as best he could. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” you breathed, “just need to catch my breath.”

“We have to get back to the Crest.” 

You nodded a little and moved to stand up. It felt fine, your back stung but adrenaline warded off the worst of it. Your back felt wet and warm, mostly just uncomfortable with your shirt wetly sticking to the skin. The child fussed and wrigged around, he looked back at Mando and then went back to struggling.

“I can take him,” Din held out his arms. 

“No, I have him, you worry about that guy,” You nodded toward the unconscious quarry. 

Someone had to carry their bounty back and it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be you. 

He tugged gently at one of the child’s ears, grabbing his attention. The baby stopped fussing, giant brown eyes looking up into the helmet’s vizor as if he could see straight through it. He gave a long whine before pressing his face back into your chest. Din found it hard to believe he was scared since he had once faced a wall of fire and simply held out his little hand to stop it. Whatever it was, the kid was not happy. Tracing a gloved finger over the extra wrinkled brow he spoke in Mando’a.

“Udesii ad’ika.”

The baby huffed and whined but further pressed into you, no longer wiggling around. You wanted to ask for a translation, but as usual this felt like stepping in where you weren’t welcome. Whatever it meant, you were glad for the kid’s response to it now that he was no long clawing at the cloth. 

“We should get moving,” Mando said. 

The journey back was not going quickly and your body was still sung with twitchy energy. You surveyed the road ahead, taking in every face and movement you could catch. No one blinked twice at the Mandalorian carrying an unconscious body. For most of the walk you were fine, quiet and breathing quickly, but no grunts of pain or slowed steps. He kept a steady pace and knew that if they got most of the way back while your adrenaline was still high then the walk would not be too painful for you.

But the urge to carry you the whole way nagged at the back of his mind. Your wound was bleeding a lot more than he was comfortable with as he stuck close enough to drop the quarry and catch you if you lost your legs. His mind taunted him about infections setting in before he could get bacta gel onto it. Even worse was the thought that if he had been just one second later in grabbing onto your assailant, you could have been dead. 

The child gave a loud cry, high pitched and helpless in tone. You cooed to him quietly, no crack in your voice and no sign of distress. The baby seemed momentarily placated as he hushed his whines to something quieter. If you had died Din had no idea how he would have comforted the kid, how he would go about like he had before with just the two of them. The baby cried out again. 

“I know,” you sighed to him, “almost there.” 

The Crest was in view now, and you were starting to feel the pain. A throbbing ache along with the wet feeling of the blood dripping down your back. You breathed a little deeper, more intentional, pushing through to make it to the ship. If you just kept breathing, in and out, then you could make it.

“Talk to me.” Din said curtly.

“What?” you swallowed past the lump in your throat. It hurt, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

“Talk.”

“About what?” your tone was somewhat forceful, frustrated and confused. Why in the Maker’s name did he want you to talk when all you could focus on was putting one foot in front of the other and not dropping the baby in your arms?

“Anything.” he said. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” you hissed. 

“How bad?”

“Don’t have much to compare it to, I’ve never been stabbed before,” you said sarcastically. 

“You weren’t stabbed,” he corrected, “it’s just a laceration.”

“Oh, well, fuck! I’ve never been lacerated before!”

To his own surprise he had to choke down a chuckle. He was worried, yes, but he knew you’d make it. To hear you being spirited was a good sign, and if he was honest he was proud of you. He wouldn’t have judged you for whimpering or cowering  -- this was not something you were used to. But there was something about you taking his somewhat baiting comment and hurling it back at him that made his lips twitch into a smile. 

You groaned and in response the baby yelled, alert and worried. “Is he always like this when you run into trouble?”

“Not usually this fussy,” Din admitted. “Almost there.”

The fact that the ship still felt so far away made you eager to lock yourself in the refresher and cry. It was a little embarrassing, no -- it was really embarrassing. You’d seen Mando get his ass kicked many times and just get up like nothing had happened. 

Once you had even seen him use the laser cauterizer on himself with not much more than a grunt and a sigh -- it was the most of him you had ever seen of him. A glimpse of lovely skin peeking out of sliced open pants as he cauterized his own wound. You lazily shook the thought from your mind, it was not the time to think about how you had stared for way too long at the exposed skin, trying to imagine what the rest of him looked like. Trying to imagine what felt and tasted like.

You were tired and in pain and you had to make it to the Razor Crest before you said something stupid. When you finally made it there you slowly removed the baby from the sling and peeled the thing off. At your feet the baby grabbed at your calf, looking up and making frustrated little noises. 

“We made it, little one,” you said, trying to force a smile. “Everything’s fine.”

“You need to sit,” Mando spoke up abruptly, “that wound needs bacta.”

“Um, I was just going to --” 

“Sit,” Mando insisted, but his voice was a little warmer when he added: “please.” 

There went your chance to hide away for a moment. You moved to sit on your cot in the corner of the hull. The stem of the Green Daisy he had gifted you was slowly turning towards where it sensed breath and life, ready to open up for those willing to wait and watch. 

Tears were welling up in your eyes now, the pain was all you could think about and you wanted the privacy to let yourself cry about it. When the shame set in you turned your back to him, not wanting him to see you upset. You wouldn’t get a comforting touch if he did, if anything you assumed he would find it pathetic that you couldn’t handle the pain. 

The baby whined, grabbing your attention and you saw him trying to climb up. With a little sigh and wiping what tears that had fallen, you scooped him up and placed him on the cot with you. Mando had disappeared for a moment but you could now hear him digging through a storage compartment, locating the medkit. The baby was trying to crawl around you, reaching up toward your back. 

“What are you doing?” The frustration was clear in your voice and you felt a little bad for your temper beginning to slip. 

“He wants to heal you,” you heard Mando say as he approached with the pram in tow.  

“He can do that?”

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt him?”

Din paused. “I don’t know.”

Well you weren’t about to risk the chance that it might. You hissed as you turned to grab the baby and set him in the pram. “That’s okay, buddy, save your strength.” 

The kid was about to fuss, you could see it in the way he drew in a big breath either to shout or start crying. 

“That’s enough,” Mando said firmly before he could even begin. 

The baby blinked at him a couple times, but didn’t make a sound just exhaled the air in a huff. You were impressed, to say the least. 

“I know,” you said, careful not to undermine Mando’s authority, “you want to help, but we’ve got it. It’s okay.”

His ears flopped forward and he turned from the two of you to slump down into his blankets, very obviously pouting about the whole situation

“I need you to… You’re gonna have to take the shirt off,” Din clenched his jaw after he forced the words out of his mouth. 

You were grateful he couldn’t see your face as you grimaced a bit. The thought of being so exposed was daunting, especially since you were exposing yourself to someone who lived their entire life behind some armor. 

With a little sigh you lifted the shirt over your head, feeling the wet material slide on your skin. You tossed it aside with a little force, not quite succeeding at swallowing down your pride. This was no time to be stubborn and you had to suck it up so he could get it over with. 

There was a new feeling of dampness, a soft cloth soaked in water wiping away the blood. He was gentle. Each swipe of the cloth skirted the split in your flesh so lightly you could barely feel it and then increased in pressure as he moved away from the wound. Deliberate and tender, it was so soothing you felt your shoulders begin to relax. 

“Sometimes I think he knows,” Mando said behind you, voice a little softer than you were used to, “he can feel how bad it hurts.”

You took a moment to process how soothing his voice sounded, so low and gentle. “I don’t know much about the Force but...wouldn’t surprise me if he could sense that kind of stuff.”

Mando told you the story, in the same soft tone, of how the baby had healed Greef Karga from a wound that would have killed him. He told you the child had reached out for him the first night he met him, probably trying to help in the same way. There was a sort of fondness in the way he spoke about the baby that made your heart ache. Mando truly was proud that the child’s first instinct was to reach out and help people 

Din was about to spray the bacta onto his gloves but looked at the leather. It was not new and smooth, he could see how rough it was. The expanse of your back was pretty much bare to him, save the straps of the bra you wore and that alone was enough to make his fingers itch to touch. He had the barrier of his gloves to keep him from tempting himself further, but now he was conflicted. He didn’t want the rough gloves to hurt you any more than you were already dealing with, his fingertips would be a little softer.

 But if he touched you now he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop. 

He took a measured breath and set to removing the gloves, reminding himself that you needed his help. The bacta gel was cool when it touched his bare hands, and he paused before putting his hand on your back. 

“I’m putting the bacta gel on,” he told you in warning, “might sting.” 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

The gel felt cool and slimy as he delicately spread it along the wound, and it only took a moment for it to start to tingle. At first it was just annoying but it quickly gained a sharp edge. You took in a heavy breath and bit back on a sob, all the tension coming back to your shoulders. Din very quickly wiped his hands free of the extra gel before pressing his hand onto your lower back in an attempt to comfort you.

You were soft. So soft that he had to clench his jaw shut to choke back a groan. How long had it been since he felt another person’s skin? He could barely remember. You were warm too, and he wanted to stroke the skin of your back -- rub away the tension in your shoulders. 

“Fuck,” you gasped out, unable to hide the crack in your voice. 

“Sorry,” Din said, his voice clipped off. He needed to calm down. “It-it’ll fight off infections, just let it… let it run its course.” 

You nodded your head curtly, wiping at your face. Realizing you were crying he was flooded with guilt. You were a bartender not a bounty hunter, and yet you had transitioned into his life so seamlessly. You didn’t run from blaster fire and took a vibroblade to the back and beat his quarry unconscious. His hand came up to your shoulder -- you were just as soft there -- and he squeezed gently. 

“Look at me,” he said and when you resisted he said, “cyar’ika.” It was safe to call you this, he reasoned, since there was no way you would know what it meant. 

You turned gently to face him, he’d never spoken to you in Mando’a before, and it caught your attention. You were met with the dark T of the visor staring back at you, and you felt that it was full of judgment. You rolled your eyes at yourself, wiping your eyes. 

You felt weak next to him, he was sturdy and tough and you were crying about some Bacta. He noticed your face was still dirty and reached for the wet cloth from before. It was stained with blood but he found a clean corner and reached towards your face to wipe away the tears, sweat and dirt. 

It was only then you noticed that his hands were free of the gloves and your breath caught in your throat for an entirely new reason. Satisfied with the fact that your face was clean, he dropped the cloth to the side, his other hand coming to your cheek. You closed your eyes, not sure how to properly respond to this except with utter euphoria. His thumb gently traced along your cheekbone and you sighed. 

Din was not entirely sure what he was doing, but you hadn’t flinched away from him so he felt safe enough to keep his hand there. He had to swallow down everything he wanted to say. There was still a risk of scaring you off, especially after you had just gotten hurt. 

“You did well,” he croaked out, the sound barely loud enough to be picked up on the vocoder. 

Your eyebrows shot up, eyes flying open. It was only three words but it made you feel like crying all over again. The lack of judgment in his tone and the way he was so gentle with you was making you emotional. This was dangerous. Your hand came to the one he had fisted at his side, grabbing and squeezing gently. Trying to ask without asking, trying to invite some kind of connection. 

When you first met, you were the one who took the leap. Who asked him to let you come along -- now he felt like it was his turn. Asking you to take a leap of faith and venture into something with him blindly. His fingers moved from your cheek and down to your lips, rubbing along the bottom one. As close to a kiss as he could give you. 

“H-how do you feel?”

“What?” Your lips dragged on the pads of his fingers as you spoke dumbly. He was touching you, and it was distracting. You weren’t really sure what he was talking about.

“Your back.”

Oh. Right. That. 

It stung a little bit, but the pain was easing away and the bacta was doing its job. Right now you were just helplessly staring into a void, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind. 

“Feels better.” 

He looked away from you, head turning towards the pram. The baby was nestled into his blankets now, resting from the stress and the worry he had felt earlier. Now was as good a time as ever, he figured. His hands pulled away and you thought that was going to be it. A small moment of tenderness and then nothing. But he reached for his vambrace, pressed a few buttons and the pram’s protective screen shut. 

His hands were immediately on you then, tracing along your neck and behind your ear. “Is this -- can I --”

“Yes,” you didn’t let him finish, just nodded your head quickly. 

He started removing the beskar -- not the helmet but the rest peeled off until he stood there in pants and shirt with only the helmet on. It was new to say the least, he was still Mando but the silver pieces of armor were gone. Somehow it felt like you were the one seeing him vulnerable even though you had more skin showing. He grabbed your discarded shirt, now ruined with blood stains, and came to the cot again sitting next to you. 

“I can’t let you see me,” he said seriously. 

“I know,” you nodded your head. 

He ripped your shirt where it was still clean. “I’ll get you a new one.”

You shrugged a little, “it was ruined anyway. What are you --”

“For your eyes,” he said quickly. 

“Oh,” you blinked in surprise. “I thought...the helmet stayed on?”

“I need to -- “ he cut himself off, taking a deep breath. He needed to kiss you. Or he felt like he did anyway. Maybe the blindfold was asking for too much trust. You did, afterall, get hurt running around with him not an hour ago. “It’s alright, if you don’t want to.”

“No, no,” you grabbed the cloth from him and pressed it to your eyes, “it’s okay,” you reached back to tie it but you grunted at a small tinge of discomfort in your back. 

“Let me,” he reached around to take them from you, tying the ends together behind your head. Snug enough that it wouldn’t move but not too tight.  “Can you see anything?”

You opened your eyes behind the cloth, some light crept in but you couldn’t even make out his shape let alone any details. “No.”

He had never removed the helmet so fast, gulping in fresh air as he set it aside. Apparently not carefully enough since it clattered to the ground. He would have been irritated with himself for disrespecting the beskar but he knew it was fine and he was too busy touching your face again. Your hands came to his wrists, grounding yourself as he pulled you in and slotted his lips against yours. 

It was intense to say the least, desperate and messy, kissing and gasping for breath when either of you gave some leeway. You were dizzy with it, blindfolded and climbing into his lap and pushing yourself into his chest. 

His hands began to roam, down your sides and over your tummy. All soft and supple beneath his fingers and they kept twitching to grab and squeeze. You were injured, he had to be gentle with you, he reminded himself. You kept gasping into his mouth when he brushed along your sides towards your hips, eagerly rocking into him. 

He needed more. Din reached around to help you remove your bra, and you slipped it the rest of the way down your arms. His hands then rested on your hips, drinking the sight in and trying to find something to say. Din ran his hands up your sides, caressing but not reaching for the newly exposed skin yet. 

“Do you want to touch me?” You asked. 

“Yes,” he ground out. 

“You can,” you assured him. You grabbed his hands, placing them over your breasts. “It’s okay.” 

He nodded but realized you couldn’t see him. “Okay,” he said. 

His voice was different with the helmet off, you’d heard it before while eavesdropping, but this close and with the sense of sight cut off you could hear it so clearly. It was rough but you could hear the soft uncertainty laced beneath that. He grabbed and squeezed experimentally, running his thumbs over your nipples. When you leaned into the touch he was close enough to kiss your neck, trailing kisses along the column and breathing in your scent.

You could feel his progression downwards, his tongue slipping out of his mouth every other kiss to taste you. There was the vaguest taste of salt to your skin from the gentle sheen of sweat that had covered your skin when you were fighting and running. And all of you was so fucking soft he could hardly fathom it, skin on skin for the first time in what felt like forever. His face pressed into your chest, breathing heavy and just listening to the solid thud of your heartbeat. 

When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you gasped in surprise, back arching a little to press your chest further out. He felt tingles ripple down his spine, hair standing on edge, and he outright groaned when your hands slid into his hair. Damp with some sweat and messy from the helmet. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” he choked out. 

You gave a little laugh, and he interrupted it by sucking on your nipple making you tighten your grip a little bit. When your hips rolled forward along the stiff length bulging through his pants it was just enough pressure on your clit to make you whine a little. Din’s hands flew to your hips, guiding you to do it again, the pressure felt good and the sounds you made told him that it felt even better for you. 

It really felt like you could come like that, dry humping him with his mouth dancing along your tits. His fingers tucked into the waistband of your shorts, playing with the skin there and you realized how much better it would feel if you had actual friction on your clit. Stopping the rolling of your hips, you shakily got out of his lap. Din’s hands stayed on your hips, making sure you didn’t fall but he was concerned he had done something wrong. Did you want to stop? 

You hooked your own fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled down, bringing your underwear along with it. Realization dawned on him. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, just as hastily trying to get to his pants before you tried to climb on. He got them halfway down his thighs before your hands covered his -- for a moment he was worried you could see but then again maybe you could hear him. 

Together you pulled down his pants, kneeling to help get them from around his ankles. He guided you back into his lap, and you reached out to touch his chest. You could map out some scars most of them, you noticed, were around where the beskar would cover. Raised and soft and almost no part of his body was free of them. Din’s whole body shuddered with the touch and the sight of you naked in his lap. 

Part of him wanted to savor this since he had wanted it for so long but the other part of him begged just to take and feel and taste. He didn’t have much input on it when your hands slid down his torso, fingers finding course curls before the base of his cock. You stroked him terribly slowly, and with a loose grip, just enough to make him squeeze at your thighs in anticipation but not enough for him to get the feeling he craved. 

His head was spinning, he was half convinced he would wake up in his cot at any moment. It had to be a dream. He’d have to swiftly make it to the ‘fresher to take care of himself when he woke -- slip by you fast enough you wouldn’t notice the tent in his pants. 

“What’d you say?” You murmured gently, confused.

Fuck, did he say that out loud?  He wasn’t gonna last, he was gonna spill into your hands before ever feeling your pussy wrap around him and that was...well that was unacceptable to him. He grabbed your hands pulling them away from his cock. 

“M’not gonna last, cyar’ika,” he grunted as he let your hands go and let his own begin to travel between your legs. 

“What’d you say before?” 

Stars, you really were trying to kill him. “I-I -- “ Fuck, why couldn’t he just say it? He’d blurted it out a few seconds ago why was it so hard now that he knew you were really listening? “Can I touch you...here?” His fingers danced over your pubic mound. 

“If you tell me,” your breath hitched as you teased, grabbing his wrist and stopping him from progressing further towards your cunt. “You get to see me everyday, let me see you.”

“I can’t --”

“No,” you insisted, “talk...let me see you.”

There was a moment where he just stared. You were beautiful as he trailed his eyes over every inch of your body, gorgeous cunt right there for him to touch. And all he had to do was talk. “I…” he started out uncertain, “I dream about it. Touching you.” 

You let go of his wrist, nodding your head in assent and bringing your hands back up to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. His fingers slid through your folds feeling how wet you were, wet and warm. He swallowed hard, and just felt for a moment before he started to gently rub at your clit. You moaned, head tipping back and nails beginning to dig into the skin of his shoulders. It felt unreal, his fingers were just calloused enough to bring that amazing friction -- somehow raising you to new heights so quickly. 

“Keep talking.” 

Confessions fell out of his mouth as he touched you. Every moment he wanted to grab you and take you right where you stood and every stupid lovesick thought he had ever dared to think came into the open. 

He rubbed at your clit, finding the right motion and pace and you gasped out, “keep going...like that…”

He was glad for the instruction, elated that you were helping him learn how to make you feel good. If you could have seen his face you would have seen the reverence in his eyes. He was enamored with the vision of you sitting in his lap and telling him what you needed. 

After a moment, his finger dipped into your hole and you both simultaneously groaned. You felt so good and he couldn’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock. He pumped his finger in and out a few times and when he pulled away his finger was coated with your wetness. When he returned your clit the added lubrication made you whine. 

Your orgasm hit you faster than you were ready for, body shuddering and curling in towards him. Maybe it was the blindfold making everything more intense, maybe it was because it was fuckin’ Mando beneath you playing with your pussy. If you were honest, he was not the only one dreaming about this. Not the only one hiding away relieve the tension as quietly and inconspicuously as possible. 

When your back arched as you came it twinged a little bit but the pain felt far away as the feeling rolled through your body. Your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders, and he hummed a little watching your mouth part and your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. 

You tilted your hips up, reaching down for his cock to line him up with your entrance. His grip tightened sharply for a moment but he eased up immediately. Slowly you slid down along his length, controlling the pace and feeling the fullness. The stretch was different than that of your own fingers, not bad but a intense. Your ass settled on his thighs when he was fully enveloped in you and you sat there for a moment getting used to it. 

Mando was silent but his breathing was heavy, fanning against your skin and his hands kept flexing like he just wanted to squeeze. He reminded himself you were injured, and that he had to make sure not to let the wound get irritated anymore. The bacta would do its job but it would take longer if it was aggravated. 

“Fuck, Mando,” you whispered, your head falling to his shoulder. “Feels so good.”

His eyes closed and he wrapped his arms around you. Your pussy felt so fucking good, he just wanted to buck his hips and feel more of you. All of his thoughts had been on the sensation of slipping inside of your cunt. But the word ‘Mando’ thrust him back into reality.

He wanted to hear you say his name.

The nickname never really bothered him, and it was an honor to be called a Mandalorian. But at that moment he just wanted to be Din Djarin. He physically bit his tongue to keep from saying it out loud. It was too soon, and he was holding onto guarding himself out of pure instinct. 

But you were unraveling him. 

You lifted your hips experimentally and sunk down again. The friction made his grip tighten. You responded in kind, arms wrapped around him as you started to roll your hips. Wet kisses moved over your shoulders, and when his hips thrusted up a little you could hear the low grunts crawling out of his throat. 

“C-couldn’t imagine,” he mumbled, “you’d want this.”

“I do,” you whispered, “I have wanted it.” 

“Why didn’t you say,” he asked.

Your heart ached at how his voice cracked with unspoken emotion. “Same reason you di-didn’t.” 

He breathed out a little laugh before it evolved into a groan, your cunt had spasmed around him as you felt yourself start to climb toward the precipice again. There was a vulnerability in his uncertainty, the beskar kept you at an arms length but the way he let it be a buffer between him and the world always made him seem inaccessible. Unattainable. This soft desperation in his touches and the blurted confessions made you want to wrap yourself around him. 

Funnily enough wherever the two of you went he was seen as the protector, but here in this moment he was asking you to keep a part of him safe. You were needy for touch only after a year or so without feeling the hands of a lover. What must it be like for a man who had been without it since childhood? 

You gasped when his hands came to your hips and he started to help you ride him faster. Being this close to him you had just enough friction on your clit to start feeling the tension rise inside of you. He felt much the same, only holding out on coming because he was making a conscious effort to make this last. His hand moved from your hips back to your clit, it took him a moment to find a new rhythm with your hips moving at the same time but once he found it you were falling fast towards coming. 

“You were be-beautiful today,” he told you, eyebrows furrowing for just a moment, “protecting us.” He grunted, “had to have you.”

You whined, incapable of finding any words to respond. Your mind was honed in on the feeling of his cock as you rode him there on the kot, and his fingers played at your clit. This orgasm was better anticipated but no less intense. You let out a throaty moan as your hips rolled, grinding and riding out the thrums of satisfaction rolling through you. Even you could feel as the walls of your cunt fluttered around him. The only thing more desperate than the way you rode him was the sound that left his throat when he started to thrust up into you, chasing after his own release. 

His grip was hard enough to hurt in the most delicious way, and he grunted out enough warning for you to pull off of his cock just in time for his cum to land on your tummy and thighs. All he could do was stare at the mess he had made of you as he caught his breath, loving the sight and feeling his cock twitch. There was no way he could go again so quick but fuck, did he want to. 

After getting his bearings, he grabbed that dirtied cloth again and wiped the mess from your body. You needed a shower but all you wanted to do was slump against him and fall asleep. 

“Can we stay here like this… just for a minute?” you asked in a whisper. You weren’t sure what was next, and were afraid to disturb the moment in case it was your last with him.

He didn’t say anything just pulled you in so you could rest against him. With your eyes covered it was easy to start to doze off a little bit. He was just warm and solid beneath you, his steady heartbeat and the way his thumb occasionally rubbed back and forth on your skin where he held you was so soothing. After a few moments the angle started to hurt your back which was much better but a little sore. There was no way this position was comfortable for him either. 

You pulled away silently and felt your way to the refresher with the blindfold still over your eyes. When you closed the refresher door you removed it and looked at yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. While washing off you prepared yourself for him to tell you it was a one time thing, and for the sake of your working relationship you willed yourself to at least present a happy face to him. You’d have to accept it regardless, no need to make it awkward. 

When you came back out you covered your eyes, “all good in here? Are you decent?”

“Depends on the definition,” he replied, the vocoder hiding some of the mirth in his tone. 

You swallowed and looked up to find him there now fully clothed with the helmet on. No other armor was donned but the familiar blank T shape was faced towards you. When he moved past you toward the refresher he reached out and gripped your hand before it slipped away and the door hissed closed. A small fire of hope bloomed in you, but you reminded yourself not to give in to it just yet. 

You laid down on your stomach to avoid irritating the wound on your back. It didn’t take long before you to doze off again, this time for the rest of the evening as all the stress and pain and released tension of the day took over. It felt a little like time travel when you woke up, you barely remembered falling asleep and suddenly there was a small green face very, very close to yours. The kid had climbed into bed with you, tilting his head in a way that strongly resembled Mando’s mannerisms. 

Lifting yourself up you turned to your side so he came closer to you. From your new angle you saw that Mando was sitting on the ground, leaning against your cot with his head tilted back. Judging by how still he was you assumed he was asleep, and to find him there instead of on his own cot made you feel your stomach do a flip. 

You weren’t sure where any of this was going, but you were ready to go along for the ride.

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