#i’m reader my ship fic rn plenty but just … x reader

[cinnamolore]

damn i just have no motivation to read x reader rn … god rip

[pedroshotwifey]

Beg For It

Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: piv sex, oral (m), cock worship, virgin din, premature ejaculation, teasing, humiliation, sub din, dom reader, degradation, cockpit sex™, embarrassment, age gap (younger reader), din djarin's monster cock, helmet stays on, pet names, snarky reader, experienced reader, stuff I'm forgetting (c'mon guys, it's me.)

Summary: You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it.

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry if you're waiting on TTF or FB rn, but my brain does not want to cooperate atm. TTF 4 should be out relatively soon, but I'm not sure about FB. I hope you like this fic, bc I have no idea where it came from 🤣 My asks are always open in the meantime!!

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“Fuck, it’s tight in here,” you complain as you stuff yourself into the small alcove exposed by the panel that was just removed from the Crest’s wall. 

“And a fucking mess. Do you ever organize this shit, Din?” 

The exasperated sigh that comes from behind you is enough to answer your question. 

You roll your eyes as you reach for the tangled ball of wires in front of you. No wonder the lights have been flickering. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything worse than that. 

“Who would even be doing this shit if you didn’t have me? Not like your broad ass could fit in here.” 

Mando scoffs behind you. 

“We got along perfectly fine before you,” he argues. “Grogu could fit in there, I’d have him do it.” 

Now it’s your turn to laugh. 

“Yeah, that would go over well.” 

Din ignores your quip as he comes up to your side and nudges you with his boot. 

“Hey! Can you not?” You turn your head to bite out at him even though he can’t see you. 

“Scootch over,” he demands. “I need to see what you’re doing so you don’t blow the ship up or something.” 

“Wow, it’s really reassuring to know how much faith you have in me, Mando.”

You swear you hear him bite down on a laugh and you smile despite yourself. You squash yourself to the side as much as you can, allowing a small gap so Din can peek in beside you. He groans as he lowers himself to his belly. 

“Poor old man,” you can’t help but tease. “Bad knees getting to you?” 

“Shut up,” Din quips. 

You don’t actually know how old Din is, but you’re placing your bets on late thirties or early forties. Definitely older than you either way, but not quite old enough to be deserving of your quips. That’s not going to stop you, of course. 

By the time he’s looking inside, you’ve untangled the mess of wires and separated the two that need to be switched. 

“Damn it, Mando, you’re blocking my light. I can’t see shit.” 

He sighs for the umpteenth time today. 

“Really? There’s plenty of light,” he argues. 

“Yeah, maybe when you have a fucking night vision mod in your helmet. Get up and tell me what to do from there.” 

He obeys but you swear you hear him mutter something about being bossy through a groan. 

“What have you done so far?” 

“I’ve separated the red and blue wires from the rest.” 

“Okay, go ahead and pull them both from their outlets.” 

You try to pull them off, but you can’t quite reach the outlets on the back wall. 

“Damn it,” you mutter. 

You shove your knees under yourself and arch your back in attempt to push yourself further into the wall. Straining a bit, you’re able to grasp both ends and successfully tug them towards yourself. 

“Got it, what now?” 

“Put the red wire where the blue wire was, and the blue where the red was,” Mando instructs. His voice sounds much raspier than it had a second ago, making you quirk a brow. 

“You okay there?” you ask as you finish the task. 

“Yup,” he croaks. 

“Okay, I’m coming out.” 

You start to wriggle yourself back, and you hear Din make a strangled sound before biting down on it. It’s not until you feel your ass waggling with your movement that you realize what has him so worked up. A sly smirk quickly spreads across your face as you decide there’s no harm in teasing him a bit. 

You groan and arch your back further as you back out, your ass up in the air as much as you can get it. You take your sweet time sitting up once you're out, and you can almost feel the heat coming from Mando by the time you do. You turn around to face him only to find that he’s avoiding your gaze, his hands clasped together casually in front of his crotch. You honestly wonder who he thinks he’s fooling—there’s not much that could hide a tent that size. 

“What’s the matter, big boy?” you ask sweetly. “You look a bit flustered.” 

“N-nothing.” 

You have to physically bite down on your lip to avoid laughing at his voice crack. You’ve never heard him struggle so much. He clears his throat and tries again. 

“Nothing’s wrong, cyar’ika.” 

“Hm. You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you were checking my ass out a second ago.” 

Din chokes on nothing as soon as the words are out of your mouth. 

“I was not!” He bites out in a panicked tone. 

“Nothing wrong with it, I get it. I’d check out my ass, too,” you laugh and shrug. He looks down at his feet and your brows furrow. This might be the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. 

“Dude, it was just an ass, not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve seen much more than that,” you chuckle lightly. 

He slowly looks up at that, and time comes to a stop as things click into place in your head. 

“Holy shit,” you say, bewildered. “You haven’t seen more than that. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” 

You grin when he says nothing in response. No fucking way the Mandalorian hasn’t fucked or been fucked before. Hell, you’ve wanted to fuck him since you came aboard this junk pile of a ship. Damn, you’re going to take this opportunity and fucking run with it. 

“Poor baby Din, never had pussy before,” you coo at him as you stand all the way up. “What’s the matter? Is it too small? Maybe you don’t even like pussy. You want a big strong man to fuck your ass?” You know you’re just spouting anything you think might get under his skin at this point. 

“N-no,” he bites out, though there’s not much conviction behind it. You continue walking towards him, forcing him toward the cockpit’s pilot seat. 

“No? You don’t like cock, Din?” 

“I think you need some help, big guy. You clearly need someone to dominate you, since you don’t have the balls to step up yourself. You’re lucky I’m here, I can show you how good it can be.”

Din’s hands move closer to his clothed cock to hide the twitch that ensues from your words. You see the movement and it only spurs you on. He gulps again as you keep walking toward him.

“No, I-”

“Take a seat, Mando.” 

He crosses his arms and stands up straighter, leveling you with a defiant stare you can practically feel through his beskar helmet. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

“Oh,” you reply, crossing your arms and returning the look. “But you will.”

You glance down at the impressive bulge in his flight suit, smirking when you catch him shift ever so slightly under the weight of your gaze. 

“I think you want to sit down for me, Mando. And I think you’re going to be begging for my cunt by the time I’m done with you.”

You take a step toward him, and you can see the subtle way he stops himself from taking a step back in response. You stop in front of him and let your hand down to graze his covered length. There’s a sharp intake of breath barely heard throughout the hull. If you had been standing where you were a few seconds ago, you would have missed it. 

“Sounds like you already want to, actually.” 

You cup him fully now, and a strangled sound slips through his tightly sealed lips. 

“Poor little virgin Din, doesn’t even know how good he could have been feeling all this time,” you tease, giving him a light squeeze. 

“S-stop,” he grits out, uncrossing his arms to grab your wrist with one hand. Your movements come to a swift stop. 

“Ask me again, and I will,” you tell him. “But I don’t think you really want that, do you? I think you want to stick your dick inside my warm pussy and come your dumb little brains out.”

There’s a brief silence as you stare each other down, and you can almost feel the way he starts to consider his options. 

“I-”

You give him another squeeze, tighter this time, and his hips buck forward as another animalistic sound tumbles from his tongue. 

“Fuck, please,” Din whines as he gives up trying to hold back. You grin wildly at the sound. 

“Please, what, Din? What do you want?” 

“P-please fuck me!” 

Your hand flattens against him and starts to rub sensually up and down, giving him enough friction to have him shivering with each pass. 

“Okay, baby. Sit down like I told you to, and I’ll take care of you.” 

He nods as you start to lead him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the cockpit chair and forcing him to follow your instructions. 

“What a good boy,” you lean forward to coo at the side of his helmet, right where his ear would be. “Why don’t you take your cock out for me?” 

You push yourself away from him, your hands placed on either arm rest as you lean over him. Din hesitates for a moment, clearly not used to the kind of vulnerability you’re asking him to surrender. 

“Go ahead, baby. I promise I won’t make fun.” In fact, you know you won’t. Judging by the massive tent in his pants, there is absolutely no way that Din Djarin is anywhere near small. Not that you’ll tell him that, of course. 

You stare intently as he gulps and lets his hands trail down to unbuckle his belt and shakily pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. He waits a beat before pulling himself completely out, and you have to fight to keep your jaw from dropping when he does. 

“Holy shit, Djarin,” you gawk. “Well, your dick definitely wasn’t the problem. Scared some people off if anything.” Honestly, it almost scares you. You don’t think your hand could even fully wrap around it if you grabbed it right now. 

You look back to his helmet, making what you hope is eye contact. Judging by the way he shifts in the seat, you’re pretty sure you’re spot-on. 

“You’re so pretty, Din. It’s a shame nobody’s ever told you.” 

“T-thank you,” he breathes, his head turning slightly. 

“I want you to put your hands on the armrests while I show you how pretty I think you are.” 

He hesitates, obviously still not sure about any of this. 

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Unless you want me to cuff you to the damn chair.” 

At this, he quickly obeys your request and lets his hands go to grip the rests. His cock slaps up, hard and leaking against his covered stomach. He twists his neck all the way to the side, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage. As much as he’s resisting giving in, you can see how his chest heaves with desire. In this case, the lust is simply stronger than the embarrassment. 

You quickly bring a hand up to grab at the bottom of his helmet, roughly jerking his head back to look at you. 

“You’re going to watch me while I suck your cock. If I see you look away, you’re not going to like what happens after.” 

Din shivers and nods, shaken slightly by your authoritative tone. 

“Say ‘yes, ma’am’.” 

You watch his throat bob as he gulps down his nervousness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out. 

“See, you can be such a good boy when you put your mind to it.”

You slink down to your knees and place your hands on his thick, tense thighs. With your eyes level with his cock, you’re able to watch the way a spurt of precum dribbles down from the tip. 

“Look at that, baby. Little dick is drooling already and I haven’t even touched you.” 

Din tenses and clenches his hand but makes a point not to look away. Good, at least you know he’s listening. Who knew how easy it is to tame a Mandalorian? A little humiliation and degradation can go a long way. 

You lean forward, grabbing hard onto his thighs in reminder to keep his hands where they are as you stick your tongue out to scoop up the precum leaking down his shaft. His hips jut forward, and you swear you hear a quiet whine from his helmet. You can’t help but chuckle lightly.

You decide not to waste your time with little licks, and instead lean forward to take his entire tip into your mouth. Now you definitely hear a whine. You struggle to shove more of him into your mouth and down your throat, his girth making it much more of a task than it needs to be. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter just from the thought of how deliciously he would stretch you out in other places. It really is a damn shame he’s kept this absolute monster tucked away for so long. 

His fingers twitch at the same time his head slams back into the headrest, though he keeps it angled down so he can keep watching you. You have to swallow a few times to work him all the way down, and by that time you can almost feel the way he’s tightened up to restrain himself. 

You take pity on him and pull back, resisting the urge to gag as his weight drags across your throat again. A string of spit connects you to his shiny cock as you smirk up at him. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweet boy.” 

“F-feels s-so good, c-cyare,” Din squeaks. 

“Yeah, you want more?” 

He nods furiously and you immediately flick the tip of his swollen cock, earning you a strangled yelp as his hips buck wildly. 

“What’s the matter? Finally got your dick wet and suddenly you forget how to speak?” 

He begins to shake his head before catching himself and giving you a verbal response. 

“N-no–I mean, yes, yes I want more! Please touch me,” he thrusts his hips forward again, though you're not sure if it’s voluntary or not. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.” 

You quickly grasp him and start to pump him furiously, leaning to him again to drool on his tip. The extra lubricant makes your hand glide more smoothly, your pace picking up to the point where you can see his balls drawing up. 

You work your mouth in tandem with your fist, worshiping his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips on the exposed skin. You close your eyes for a second to savor the way he feels between your lips, and the salty flavor that graces your tongue. If you died with Din Djarin’s dick in your mouth, you would die a happy woman.

“C-cyare, I-” 

He cuts himself off as you quickly pull yourself away, leaving him with nothing but your cooling spit to focus on. 

“No, no, no–ung–I, p-please!” 

You laugh at him as he thrusts up, trying to find some kind of friction. His voice sounds wet, almost like there are tears in his eyes. 

“Aww,” you stand back to admire his writhing body. “Poor thing can’t remember anything but ‘please’. That’s cute. Not hard to get you dumb, is it, Mando?” 

You start to strip in front of him, and his hands come up from the armrests. 

“You better not be moving your fucking hands, Din,” you warn. “I know where you keep those damn binders, don’t think I won’t use them.” 

He groans but lets his wrists back down. His feet shift instead since there’s nothing else he’s able to move at the moment. He whines again as your top comes off with your bra, and then your pants with your panties. 

Fully naked and obviously soaked, you stalk toward him yet again, stopping to place your hand on his shoulder as you climb into his lap, careful not to touch his cock just yet. You settle your thighs over the tops of his and spread your legs. 

When you look up at him, he’s staring you back in your eyes, refusing to look down. You smirk once you realize why. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby boy,” you say. “Go ahead and look at my pussy, I know you want to.” 

You watch him slowly lower his gaze and breathe out a curse once it lands on your seam. Leaning forward, you whisper again to the side of his helmet. 

“You can move a hand, Din. Spread me open.” 

He visibly trembles at your command but lifts an arm none-the-less. You feel his fingers trail gently down to where you want him, but he stops just short. 

“T-take my glove off, please. Want to feel you, cyar’ika.” 

You smile at him and carefully bring his hand up to pull his glove off, his dick twitching as you do so. You lick your lips as a tanned and scarred hand is revealed. It’s ridiculous how attracted you are to that simple appendage. You wish you could see his entire body, but you know that’s not a likely scenario. 

Once his glove is discarded on the floor, he moves back to your cunt and sucks in a harsh breath as he feels you. 

“You’re s-so wet,” he says in a way that makes you unsure if he meant to say it out loud or not.

You laugh quietly and guide his hand so that he can prod at your hole, to which he chokes. 

“That’s all because of you, sweet boy.” 

You move your hips forward, and his fingers slip through your seam, your slick collecting on the rough pads. You grasp his wrist to bring his hand to your lips, opening your mouth to suck your tang of the digits at the same time as you let your pussy push against the underside of Din’s cock. 

Another animalistic noise accompanies the way his entire body jolts at the sudden contact. With a pop, you pull his fingers from your mouth to make room for the giggle that bubbles up from your throat. 

“Poor baby’s so sensitive!” you exclaim as you grind against him, making him groan with each pass. Both of his hands grip down hard, one on the rest and the other on your thigh. The man has a fucking grip, you’re sure there will be five little bruises littered across your skin tomorrow. You wonder how good that grip would feel on your hips as he drills himself into you from the back, and file that thought back for another day. 

You shudder as his tip bumps up against your clit, sending little shocks up your spine and making you dizzy. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby boy,” you breathe. “You want that? Want to stick your cock inside me?” 

“I-ungh-yes, yes!” 

“Yeah?” you ask as you keep up your movements. “Beg for it.” 

“P-please,” Din asks a bit too quietly for your liking. You would bet all the credits you won that he’s blushing under that armor right now.

“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that.” 

There’s a short moment where you think Din isn’t going to do it, and a lump of disappointment gets stuck in your throat. Luckily, he doesn’t make you sit with it for too long. 

“Please, please put my d-dick in your pussy, want to feel you, please! I-I can’t–I want–”

In the middle of his babbling, you lift yourself up and line his cock with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. His hands fly to your hips at the same time his thoughts fly from his brain, unable to think of anything but the way your tight pussy is parting to welcome his fat tip. 

He’s never felt anything quite this pleasurable before, the sensation nearly blinding him as you work yourself down onto him. 

Your head tilts back as Din holds onto your hips for dear life. The combination of that pressure along with the burn from his cock stretching you out is almost too much. You can feel a heat bubbling at the base of your spine, and he’s not even all the way inside of you yet. 

“Oh, god, that’s so good, Din. You’re so good.” 

He whimpers in response, though part of that may be due to the fact that your hips are now flush to his. You’re both panting, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. You can’t see the perspiration on Din, but you can feel the moist heat emanating from him. 

You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed in the first place. You’ve never been this fucking full in your life. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your throat.

“M–plea–please move,” Din begs and lets his helmet rest on your forehead. His entire body is shaking with the effort of not blowing his load too quickly. 

You grant his request, starting to rock your hips as you bring a hand to settle on his neck, delighted to find a damp mess of curls peeking out from his helmet at the nape. Din gasps as you tug lightly while lifting your hips. 

You start a slow but steady rhythm, your skin slapping against each other each time you bottom out. His heavy cock drags against your walls, making your toes curl. A little whine sneaks out from Din’s concealed lips every time you sink down on him. 

A lewd moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him punch against your cervix, tucking in further than you’ve ever been able to reach before. 

“Fuck, Din! You’re so deep, baby!” 

“I’m not g-going to last l-long, Meshla,” Din strains. 

You ride him harder, taking that as a challenge. The tight thatch of hair at the base of his cock catches on your clit as you slam down on him, bringing you further to the brink. Something white hot flashes within your body, blinding you momentarily. 

You’re not even able to tell him you’re close too before you’re clamping down on him, and he’s shouting as he loses control. Your moans tangle together as you soak his dick, your legs trembling unlike you’ve ever experienced before. 

Din wraps his arms around you as he thrusts up into you, spilling himself within your heat. You’ve never in your life seen or felt anyone come as much as he does. Every time you think he’s done, you feel another spurt of his seed clinging to your walls.

By the time you’re both coming down, your ears have started ringing and your breathing has calmed down enough for you to get a word out, though you’re not sure Mando’s quite capable of that yet. 

“Y-you good?” you manage to gasp. 

You feel Din nod against you, and give yourself permission to lean against him. You’re wrung fucking dry. If this is what it feels like when you’re on top, what might it be like when Din’s in charge? The thought makes your body shudder and your pussy quiver. You sit in silence with him for a while until he finally breaks it with a voice just above a whisper. 

“C-can we do that again?”

You laugh at hearing the last thing you expected to come from his mouth after that. 

“Fucking maker, Din.”

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[yoonjinkooked]

Yo-Ho-Hoe and a Bottle of Rum | Part 1

Surprise! It’s here and it’s a series! I hope you enjoy. I dedicate this to the one and only @btssmutgalore, vladi & kate 💜

I’ll make a masterlist for the fic later, i’m dead tired rn 💜

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) Reader

AU: Enemies to lovers, Pirate AU, pirate JK x pirate reader

Genre: fantasy, e2l, angst, smut and a bit of fluff later on

WC: 2.8

Synopsis:  He has a bigger ship than you, a larger crew than you, has made it his life’s mission to one-up you every chance he gets - you hate him. But what happens when you are forced to work together, as teammates, and find treasure no human thought existed?

General warnings: drinking, cursing, explicit smut, pirate Bangtan, bi reader

Warnings for this chapter: cursing, drinking, poor attempt at pirate language, pirate Bangtan & even a lil of TXT, Jeon is an ass but what’s new, one angry Y/N. 

Taglist is way under. If you want to be added, comment or send in an ask. Hope you enjoy. Part 2 should come soon 💙

“Fucking Jeon,” you mutter under your breath, crumpling the damp piece of parchment before throwing it back into the wooden chest that looks as run down as you feel - useless, empty, mocked even. Namjoon scrambles to grab the parchment you threw away as you march out of the cave, not paying particular attention to where your feet are going, leaving your boots drenched in water, which is something that will definitely cause you trouble later but you couldn’t care less about it in the moment. 

 Once again, he has played you. Once again, he has beaten you at your own game. Tired and angry, you can’t do much other than sulk and hurl insults at him under your breath, even if he is not here to hear them. 

 It becomes even worse when the rest of your crew witness you emerge from the cave, empty handed - you recognize the look of confusion on their faces, knowing how all of you were so certain you will find a decently sized bounty here - after all, Namjoon’s maps are rarely wrong. They aren’t wrong today either - it’s just that Jeon has beaten you to it. Again. 

“Captain?” Seokjin asks, eyeing you worriedly. “Where’s the loot?” 

 “With Jeon fucking Jungkook,” you kick at the sand, sending it flying Yoongi’s way - he dodges it, mumbling under his breath - probably cursing at you, but keeping it quiet enough to spare himself the clean up duties for the day. You wouldn’t do that to him though, not this time, not when your anger is entirely misplaced - it’s Jeon Jungkook you are angry at, not any of your crew members and certainly not the goddamn sandy shores. 

 “Again?” Hoseok asks, earning a glare from you. Yes, again, you think to yourself bitterly.

You make one hell of a pirate, my precious Siren. Too bad I’m a better one than you are. 

 P.S. Remind me to order you a bottle the next time we meet again. It’s the least I can do, since the loot was plentiful. Smooth sailing, Siren. 

 With all my love, adoration and irony,

Captain Jeon Jungkook. 

You don’t bother observing your crew’s reaction to Jeon’s little love note - you turn your back to them, staring at the sea before you. The waters are calm, at least for now, a complete opposite of the waves of anger that are rolling one on top of the other inside you. One time too many, you have ended up in this exact same position. One time too many. Jeon Jungkook has been going above and beyond to find ways to taunt you for years. You are angry and above all else, you are tired. Years of him doing everything he possibly can to be better than you, years of him hitting you where it now it’ll hurt, years of taunting and mockery, and above all else, years of loot lost to him at the very last moment. 

 A long time ago, there was a miniscule part of you that found it slightly amusing, or at least interesting enough - you have played along too, although you were never as successful at it as he was - which only served as further motivation to him, more than likely. Now, you’ve had enough. You and your entire crew were counting on this loot and unless you accidentally stumble upon a treasure chest full of gold, next month is going to be tight. If there ever was a time when you were tired of Jeon’s scheming and manipulations, it is now. 

 “What are we going to do now, Captain?” Yoongi asks you. 

 “We continue to sail like we always do,” you answer, slowly turning around to face them - the parchment is now in Seokjin’s hands, once again crumpled in anger - at least you’re not the only one who’s angry. It brings you relief that at least someone else feels the same way you do - and it also happens to be the one crew member of yours that knows Jeon as well as you do, if not better. “The next one who mentions that bastard to me will be cleaning the deck for a fortnight.”

 They all grunt, but once you start walking towards your boat, they follow you. It’s always like that - grunts and complaints, but never failing to follow your lead. Your crew is unusual in its own way, but you wouldn’t change them for the world - not even if they complain endlessly. They are competent men, one that helped you and even saved you on numerous occasions - the bond that you have with them is impossible to break, you are certain of it. 

 As your small boat approaches your beloved Aurora, the ship you’d protect until your dying breath, you decide to head towards the shore immediately, not even waiting for the night to set - in a few days’ time, you will find Jeon back in town, you have no doubts about it. Whenever he loots, the very first thing he does is spend. You will change the course of your pre-planned journey, follow him there and hopefully end this, once and for all. Enough is enough and it’s about time he becomes aware of it. 

  “Remember boys,” you jump onto the dock, pausing to fix your hair - it’s useless, the wind did not do you any favors tonight. “We leave at sunrise. If you want to drink yourself to an early grave, go ahead, but make sure not to throw up on deck. And if you do throw up on the deck, you clean it then and there, and for the next fortnight. And…” 

 “No fucking on the boat,” Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon all sing-song your final warning at the exact same time. “Captain, we know the rules. You say them every time,” Hoseok sighs. 

 “I say them for a reason and you should know that better than anyone else, seeing as that rule exists from the moment I caught you fucking the tavern wench up against the door of my cabin,” you deadpan. While he might be your right hand man, Hoseok is hardly flawless. 

 “Ah cap, you definitely enjoyed the sight, didn’t you?” he laughs, nudging you with his shoulder. Leave it to him to try and joke with you to make you melt. More often than not, much to his amusement and your annoyance, it actually works. 

 “No I did not, and neither did my door,” you sigh. “Fuck whoever you want however many times you can - but not on my ship. And be ready to go at sunrise.” 

 “Aye-aye,” a chorus follows you as you march your way down the dock, the four of them following you, seeing as your destination is the exact same place - the tavern all the merchants, pirates and fishermen alike frequent. They are looking for their victims for the night and in a way, so are you - the imposing presence of the Siren caught your attention long before you were docked. Jeon is in town and you know exactly where to find him - and you have a few chosen words to offer him. 

 The Wooden Leg is the place to be in this town - everyone who is someone is there, whether they want to publicly admit it the next day or not. The stench of it hits you even before you can see the place - the recognizable smell of rum, beer, salt water, tobacco and piss, all mixed in one. At one point in time, it made you want to gag but you’d be lying if you were to say that you haven’t gotten used to it. Not fond of it, not in any way, but used to it, yes. 

 “Captain,” Yoongi grabs a hold of your hand right before you are about to follow Seokjin into the tavern. Confused, you turn to him while he lessens the distance between the two of you and whispers into your ear. “I realize you’re a very smart and capable Captain but be careful with Jeon. I don’t want him cleaving you to the brisket,” he warns you, a warning that makes you laugh. While you appreciate the worry he’s showing, you aren’t in need of it. 

 “Thank you for your concern, but if anyone’s going to be shark bait, it’s him.”

 It’s an empty threat and you both know it - you can tell it from the look he gives you. Still, he respects the order and nods his head, leaving you as he joins his crewmates inside. You stay on the other side of the door, reminding yourself that while you’re not planning on keelhauling him, if it ever was to get to a physical combat between the two of you, you’d end up the victor. As much as he carries more strength than you do, and unfortunately, he does, he is bulky and not as quick on his legs as you are - nor is he as skilled with a sword enough to duel you and come out of it alive. You need that reminder because coming face to face with that bastard is never an experience you enjoy - even if you know for sure that there won’t be any blood spilling by sunrise. 

 With newfound confidence, you march into the tavern, no heads turning your way. The first few years of your pirate life were full of mockery and old, seasoned pirates questioning you and your ability, your presence alone even! You’ve proven yourself time and time again and they’ve gotten used to the sight of you - no matter how much the sight of a woman in men’s clothing makes them want to roll their eyes and laugh. 

 It doesn’t take you longer than a few seconds to spot him - of course it doesn’t. He’s the loudest man around, sitting in the middle of the largest table, with two girls on his lap, the one girl you don’t recognize is tilting a pitcher towards his mouth, making everyone around them laugh at the sight of him half-drinking, half-drowning in what you think is beer. Ever the gentleman, he swallows what’s left of his drink and plants a kiss on the lips of the girl on his right - the one with the pitcher and the one you don’t know by name. Everyone laughs, of course, and you can only shake your head at his antics. It will never cease to amaze you how much he enjoys being the center of attention, having all eyes directly on him. He would do whatever it takes to keep said attention on him, though oftentimes it’s enough for him to flash a smile and bat his eyelashes at the next victim. Pathetic, is what he is. And you are openly judging him when his eyes meet yours and light up immediately. 

 “Siren!” he yells out at you, and at that, all heads do turn to you after all. Gods, how you hate him from the bottom of your freezing cold heart. “Finally we meet again! I was hoping to see you around!” he yells loud enough for the people in the town nearby to hear him. 

 “Of course you were, Jeon,” you stroll towards his table, ignoring the snickers of his crew. They might be stronger in numbers but your crew is definitely more seasoned, more experienced. When you look at the kid who looks like a damn deer, Soobin, you believe, you wonder if he can even stand straight on uneven waters. A toddler is what he is. With a Captain who isn’t more mature than one himself. “Somehow this always ends with you waiting around for me, doesn’t it?” 

 “Ah, you flatter yourself too much, Siren,” he laughs at you, pointing a finger in a teasing manner. “I simply want to treat you to a drink - it’s the least I can do, seeing as I’ve taken the loot for myself. Again,” he points out - of course he does. Tooting his own horn is something Jeon does best. It makes you sick when you remember he was like that even as a child. 

 “I’d rather you keep that drink,” your smile is as bitter as you feel. “Loot or no loot, I still have enough to pay for my own. I’d also appreciate if you can, you know, stay the fuck away from me. Both here and at sea. Maybe you can, I don’t know, try to find loot of your own?” 

 He leans on the table, nearly making the girl who’s planted on his right leg fall down - he looks as cocky as ever as he raises his eyebrow at you. It’s a sight you’ve faced one too many times to count and it elicits no reaction from you at all. “And where’s the fun in that?” 

 You laugh, both at him and in disbelief. “Why are you so dead set on annoying me, Jeon? Where’s this obsession coming from? Let me know if I did something to cause it because I’d really want it to stop.” 

 “You truly think you’re that important to me?” he laughs, making his crew laugh too. By now, almost every patron had their eyes glued to the two of you, following your exchange word for word. That only makes you want to stand your ground even more, want to humiliate him in front of those who already see you as the humiliated one. 

 “I’ve never said that I’m important to you, I said that your sorry ass is obsessed with me and for the life of me, I don’t know why,” you smile, but not in the cocky way he does. No, you offer him your most angelic, feminine smile that you can muster. “Do you want to fuck me? Is that what this is? Is this your way of courting, because that’s the only thing I can think of?” you ask, noticing his eyes widen at your question. The tavern grows silent enough for you to be able to hear a pin drop. Everyone stares at Jeon, waiting for his reply. You smile even winder, noticing the way his jaw twitches - a tell-tale sign of annoyance, something that years of annoying him had taught you.

“Siren…,” he chuckles, blinking at you slowly. “You dress like me, curse like me and drink like me. Why on earth would I want to fuck you?” 

“Precisely,” you laugh at him. “You think you’re the best, always have and always will - I remind you enough of yourself to make it tempting. And don’t deny it, Jeon. I’ve seen your cock greet me through your pants one too many times to count.”

 You can hear Yoongi snicker from across the tavern - the rest watch, wide eyed, waiting for his retribution. 

 “You must have been suffering a heatstroke and hallucinated it, Siren,” Jeon laughs at you. 

 “Oh, I thought so too, seeing how barely noticeable it was, I was so sure I was imagining it,” you feign ignorance, although your ego bloats because now it’s not only Yoongi that’s laughing. You’ve one-upped Jeon and you did so in public. Tonight, you are victorious and whether you care to admit it or not, it’s a victory you needed. 

 “That did not happen,” he is growing angrier by the second. 

 “Your mouth says that, but your little cock was telling a different story,” you chuckle. “Anyway, your cock is not what I’m here for, thankfully. I am warning you, one final time. Stay away from my route, my ship and my crew. I don’t want to see your damn Siren even leagues away from Aurora, and if you want to keep your precious bits intact, you should listen to me very carefully - find another way to pass time, one that does not include annoying me, or me in any way,” you glare at him before smiling at the girl sitting on his left thigh, Rhea. “Rhea darling, are you busy tonight?” 

 Her smile grows as she sits up and scrambles out of Jeon’s grip. “To you I’m not!” 

 “Rhea!” Jeon calls out to her, just as she reaches you and grabs a hold of your hand. “Whatever she is paying you, I’ll pay you double. Stay with me!” he urges her, but much to his surprise, Rhea laughs and she laughs loudly. 

 “Y/N here gets me for free whenever she’s around - I could never charge her magic fingers!” She laughs, her comment boosting your ego once again, especially when you notice how Jeon’s eyes widen in disbelief. Another small victory for you tonight. “You should see what she does with them,” Rhea adds in a meaning

 “Trust me Rhea, he wishes,” you laugh. “Smooth sailing, Jeon. May we not cross paths for the foreseeable future,” is your goodbye to him, as you gently drag the giggly Rhea towards the door that leads to the upstairs rooms. 

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[barpies-blunderland]

hey homosucks, writing requests are officially open!! i’ll just do headcanons and drabbles for rn, fics ARE NOT open yet. you can request ship content (especially rarepairs!), x reader (gn if gender isn’t specified), or AU stuff (bloodswap, humanstuck, roleswap, or anything else you could come up with).

i’m also opening match-ups, but i’ll make a separate post abt that.

anyways- here’s my rules :D

no explicit NSFW. i’m a minor. i’m okay with implied, but that’s it.

be specific! don’t leave me guess work please

i have the right to refuse anything. if i don’t want to do a certain ship, prompt, or AU, i won’t do it.

specify your headcanons for characters if you want them included! i have my own headcanons, and i will default to using my own if you do not state what you want.

if you don’t like how i write these characters, please keep it to yourself. i’m not really looking for feedback.

please state quadrants for ships! you can have vacillating quadrants, or more than one, but please tell me. i will do any quadrant.

i don’t write for the following ships: damara x rufioh, rose/kanaya x male characters, karkat x nepeta, red karkat x terezi, red dave x terezi, dave x jade, jane x jake, dirk x female characters, any incest (including troll), mituna x cronus, vriska x meenah, vriska x tavros, equius x aradia, gamzee x nepeta/equius, eridan x sollux

i will not write explicit abuse of any kind, incest, pedophilia, wide age gaps, coercive relationships, explicit self harm/suicide, or anything related to A/B/O. don’t ask for any of these things. i am also not really comfortable writing yandere stuff (there are plenty of blogs that do that, i’m sure you can find someone who will write it).

so, with all that said, ask away!! my inbox is open :)

[crystalessenceswrites]

Burden of the Survivors--Excerpt

*not my gif*

Burden of the Survivors

Pairs: Din Djarin x fem!reader Rating: T (at the moment- subject to change) Warnings: uh smooches? making out? not beta’ed cause I don’t have time for that rn *no spoilers- takes place in Season 1 timeline* Summary: You didn’t trust Ran and his crew anymore than you’d trust a stormtrooper to hit a target from 50 paces and they proved you right with that bantha-shit show of a job. You figure that’s whats got Mando so tense, turns out he has something else on his mind.

A/N: I notoriously write fics out of order because I’m a scatter brain and when I’ve got a thot I’ve got to write it before I lose it. I’m behind on Chapter 2 because of the holidays and now work is being a bitch so enjoy some first smooches with one Mandalorian while I get my ass in gear to finish the next chapter. Also thots are appreciated on whether or not this scene should be continued and how spicy ya’ll want them to get

[Masterlist] [Chapter One]

The tension on the Crest simmers after you put the baby down. You can see how Mando walks around with squared off shoulders, hear the leather of his gloves creaking as he continues to clench his fists. He’s wound up and you can’t wrap your head around why. Mayfeld, Xi’an and Burg were currently sitting in a cell on a New Republic prison ship, Ran and Qin had been blown up by the X-Wings and you’d been paid for it all. Despite the initial bumps in the day, it had come out in your favor in the end. Yet you still felt like you were walking on eggshells. What had gotten into him?

You wondered if Xi’an and Mayfeld had gotten under his skin more than you had originally thought. Or maybe he just needed space after getting shoved in a cell? It had not been pleasant being stuck in the cell, as brief as it had been. It wasn’t as if the Razor Crest allowed you to give him much space, especially with the Child sleeping up in the cockpit. His energy was starting to rub off on you too; it had you worrying your necklace in one hand while you tidied up the ration pack that had served as your dinner.

So wrapped up in the palpable pressure you didn’t notice Mando’s approach, or maybe he didn’t want you to hear him approach. Surprisingly silent for a man covered in metal. Metal that now had you pinned up against the Crest’s tiny built-in kitchenette.

You spin around in his hold, peering wide-eyed up into the emotionless visor. “Mando, what’s going on?”

One large hand falls to your hip, the other cups your chin with a subtle tilt up. The warm leather a sharp contrast to the frigid metal boxing you in. He’s so close he fills all your senses; he smells of blaster residue and weapons cleaner and something sharp. You’d never been this close to him before.

“You could have left me behind back there. Taken the ship and the child and have been in the wind, long gone by now.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why haven’t you done it, Kyber? You’ve had plenty of chances after you said you were only in this for the Child. You said you didn’t care about me. So why have you stayed all this time?”

You had said that hadn’t you? “I-I don’t know-”

His grip tightens on your chin, “that’s a kriffing lie and you know it, sweet girl.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, “Mando…”

His helmet tilts as your voice trails off. Curious how a blank helmet can be so expressive.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop-” his thumb starts lazily drawing tight circles above your hip bone- “but I know I’m not wrong.”

That you stayed because of him?

Your eyes flutter closed as heat rises to your cheeks. How do you admit something like this to someone when you won’t admit it to yourself? “You’re not wrong… Mando…”

His voice is almost smug, “keep your eyes closed, sweet girl.”

You nod, eyes screwed tight. His hands pull away, leaving your skin tingling where he’d touched.

What was this man doing to you?

The lights in the hull drop before he’s caging you in again, both hands framing your face before his lips brush against yours with a gentleness you wouldn’t suspect the bounty hunter possessed.

His lips.

A sound somewhere between a groan and a moan bubbles up in your throat as the realization the faceless man has taken his helmet off. For you.

To kiss you.

You melt into him, chasing after his lips when he pulls back. He chuckles and his unfiltered voice nearly turns you into a puddle on the spot. How could someone’s voice be so attractive?

As he slots his lips against yours again you can’t help but smile at the slight tickle of hair against the soft skin above your lip. You had never pictured him with facial hair.

It’s rough and patchy but you can’t be bothered as he presses in closer, his chapped lips moving in time with your own. He’s insistent, barely pausing to let either of you breathe. You wonder where get got so good at this.

He gingerly releases your face, one hand returning to your waist, leaving trails of burning skin where his fingers ghost along your torso. The other tangles itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back ever so slightly into his lips. You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer, sliding your fingers through his ridiculously soft locks.

He has curls.

You’ve seen the peaks of bronze skin under all the metal and his hair at the base of his helmet when he lets it grow too long. You know its somewhere between black and brown, the sort of shade that glows reddish brown when the sunlight hits it just right. The image you have of him wavers back and forth between green and brown eyes. A sharp, piercing green would suit him and his quick reflexes but a deep soulful golden-brown would fit as well, hidden away behind that dark visor.

His aquiline nose bumps against your own as he licks at your bottom lip, a silent question. You willingly open yourself further to him, his tongue mingling with yours as he licks into your mouth. He swallows you moans as his hand toys with the edge of your top, fingers sneaking along you skin until his large hand stretches out across the curve of your waist, his thumb resting beneath your breast band, teasing. His rough skin sends shivers down your spine and you lean further into his touch.

The two of you barely pull apart for air as your kisses grow increasingly desperate. His hand tightens in your hair and you let him guide your head to the side. Lips trail down your jaw and you sigh as they meet your exposed neck. You’re panting as he sucks and licks at the sensitive skin.

“Mando… Maker Mando…”

“Din.”

You brain is too occupied to process the three-letter word, “wha-”

“My name is Din,” he nips at the shell of your ear, voice rough in a way you’d never thought you’d hear. “You best use it when you tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

Sweet is not a word you’d associate with yourself after all you’ve done, but you swear you swoon like a lovesick teenager every time it leaves his lips.

“Din-” you’re breathless as his name leave your lips for the first time- “Din don’t stop.”

He smirks against your neck, “wouldn’t dream of it, sweet girl.”

[sunbird-tells-stories]

What are your headcanons for Omi, Clay, and Raimundo in reference to MW? If you don't get the chance to fit everything into your story, would you consider writing one-shots to go along with it? What was your inspiration for writing MW, aside from wanting a Jack Spicer redemption? What's your writing process? How long have you been writing? Are there other fandoms you're into besides XS?

This is going to get LONG and I don’t want to split it up because internet is bad here so apologies In advance but here we go:

What are your headcanons for Omi, Clay, and Raimundo in reference to MW?

I’ll start writing them and posting them as soon as I finish answering this one. It might take a bit, but you’ll see them up in a few hours or so.

Believe it or not those headcanons help me a lot when it comes to figuring out characters. So thanks for asking! I appreciate it.

If you don't get the chance to fit everything into your story, would you consider writing one-shots to go along with it?

Hell. Yes.

There is SO much I want to do. I want to write about how each Dragon found their element. I want to write ALL OF THE SHIP FUEL for Jack x Jermaine x Timber. I want to write about them having little mini episodic breather adventures in lots of different countries and cities, I’m talking Mumbai, St Petersburg, Venice, Paris, Capetown, Aguascalientes, Melbourne, everywhere! And maybe run ins with villains, for no reason. I want to write about them teaching each other about their strengths, like Jack explaining science to Jermaine and Timber or Timber teaching them two city boys how to fish and forage for food.

Also more moments of Jermaine reigning these two natural disasters in and teaching them how to be actual people. Because that’s always fun.

I want to write little moments between characters in Team Xiaolin during their quest to track down Team Spicer and I want to write moments between Seon Yeong, Rai and Kim as a trio. I want to write post-MW! Fics between characters and how they learn and grow after the events of the story - especially Kimiko and Timber as total opposites and the only two girls on the team. And I really want to write a ‘beach episode’ where Jack, Jermaine and Timber just end up warping to a tropical area and just have fun for once.

I want to write solo fics about Jack and Jermaine and their personal struggles as they grow up with their own troubles prior to MW!

And a part of me really, really wants to start posting a mini fic about Timber’s life in Silent Harbor, to show her slow, sad descent into the troubled teen she has now become and as a build up to the events of Chapter 6 of MW! where she runs into Jack for the first time. It would be SO spoiler-y though.

There’s a lot that might not fit in MW! And I would definitely write a bunch of mini stories. I don’t know who would be interested in reading all of that, but I might do it just to brainstorm ideas and explore character interactions.

What was your inspiration for writing MW, aside from wanting a Jack Spicer redemption?

I’ve been wanting to tell a XS story since I was a kid! This show was my everything! The characters were my everything. And even now it holds a special place in my heart. So the drive to write something for this fandom has always been there.

As for MW! itself....I’ve always had a fondness for Jack Spicer. I’ve always wanted him to find some semblance of happiness and have someone there so he’s not alone. And a long time ago, that someone became Timber.

But Timber wasn’t who she is today. She was Latina, and Californian, and a bubbly pink ray of sunshine and positivity. And Jack had a crush on her and she was his bestie and she was essentially an overly competent sidekick for him and then Clay had a crush on her and she was the Dragon Of Wood and Jack was the Dragon Of Metal and he was going to sell his soul to the Heylin side to finally earn Chase’s approval and she was gonna save him from himself...well, you get the picture. And I liked her a lot, and I still miss that version of her sometimes, but...she wasn’t interesting enough. And there wasn’t really a story there. At least not much of one. What was there could have been interesting on its own, but it was pretty self indulgent and I don’t think anyone besides me would have enjoyed reading it. And that’s no fun.

Then I had the idea to somehow bind Timber, an innocent civilian girl, to Jack through magic by having her make the idiotic mistake of betting herself in a Showdown with him over a Wu that was hers and then lose, and then essentially being dragged along on all of his adventures and slowly becoming friends with him while hilarity ensues. Then I had the idea to make a game breaking Wu that just...caused trouble. And the story then became about Jack accidentally dragging a civilian girl along on a warpy portally adventure with that Wu and run into all these villains as they become friends.

But when I did this, it didn’t feel balanced. I had someone on the Heylin side and I had someone who was Neutral. So then I needed someone as a buffer between Jack and Timber so they didn’t kill each other and to represent the side of Good aka someone who was Xiaolin.

And then Jermaine came along!

And as I developed the story more, I realized I wanted to tell something serious, and have all the characters grow and play off of each other and talk about the XS universe and answer questions and give everyone this big, long journey and great trial and give Jack actual character development and actual friends/love interests and have someone from Chinese Mythology be the Xiaolin’s ultimate adversary and Jack’s final test of character. And along the way, MW! was born.

And I’m really grateful for that.

What's your writing process?

Usually first I write up a few ideas of what I want to happen, like the general flow of the chapter. Then I make a chronological skeleton of dialogue, and I tweak it until I’m satisfied. Then I write the rest of the stuff like actions and descriptions.

One of my flaws is being redundant. Another is being overly wordy. So after I write it all out, I try to trim it down and tweak it as best as I can until these flaws are no more (I sometimes skip stuff) and then I just play around with the chapter until it feels right. It has to strike an emotional chord with me and get me excited to write it before I publish it. If I don’t feel that spark, it doesn’t go up.

I had a few people in the fandom volunteer to be beta readers, but my chapters are so long...so right now it’s just a couple of my closest friends who are looking at it, the main one being my friend CVD, who also wants to be a writer. She’s got a good eye for what does and doesn’t belong and I’m forever thankful. My other two, Trinket and Papillion, look over it and help let me know how they feel about things so they’re also a big help. So shoutout to you guys!

And then after all that noise, my stuff goes up.

However, my older chapters could use one final spellcheck and revision so I’ll eventually go back and polish those up a bit. Typos man. Typos....

A lot of times I’ll also take breaks to do some research and find inspiration music. Honestly there are days where I can’t figure a character or a scene out until I find JUST the right song for inspiration. And since a lot of characters in my fic are from a different country and cultural background than mine, I’ll do plenty of research to try to stay true to who they are. I’m doing a lot of research on the Bedouin tribe and its history and looking for a lot of pretty Middle Eastern music right now, for example. YouTube is a great resource for these things! Bless the internet!

How long have you been writing?

Since forever! I’ve always been making up stories in my head! And they’d get elaborate too! I’ve built so many worlds and characters just by playing around as a little kid, I can’t even begin where to start talking about them all. As I grew, I started to write them down and now I want to get serious about it! Besides Monkey Wrench!, I want to write a fanfic for the Ducktales 2017 fandom and the Black Butler fandom, and I have two original novel ideas I want to write out and get published. It’s my dream to make stories that other people love and that inspire others to learn, write, make stuff and have adventures and stuff. Literally my dream is to make stories that get a buttload Of fanart and cosplays and fanfic and just...move the world for the better somehow. That is my highest goal rn. Being a published and famous author.

Are there other fandoms you're into besides XS?

Hell yeah! Although I do tend to have periods where I hyper fixate on one at a time. Besides Xiaolin Showdown, I also like Gravity Falls, Storm Hawks, Steven Universe, Star vs The Forces Of Evil, and Ducktales 2017. There were a lot more in the past, such as Teen Titans, King Falls AM, The Boondocks, and Samurai Champloo, but I haven’t been very active in those fandoms as of late.

I really need to get into Tangled: The Series, OK KO, Victor and Valentino, and Craig Of the Creek. They all look phenomenal, I just don’t have time to get into them all yet.