on your knees ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders
word count: 2563
request?: yes!
“hi! i was wondering if i could request a tommy x reader? where reader and tommy have obvious and undeniable attraction to each other, but she refuses to be with him/kiss him unless he explicitly gets on his knees and beg her too but since tommy’s pride makes him refuse, she uses flirting with his brother john to help change his mind.”
description: when he tries to make her jealous, she decides to return the favor with the help of his brother
pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (oral, f receiving)
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gif credits to @/pedrohub
No because this is literally Din Djarin after removing the helmet for the first time in front of you. At first, it felt bittersweet, you knew he shouldn't be doing that, it felt wrong looking at his face. Even before he took off his helmet, all those times you found yourself imagining what his face would look like felt wrong and disrespectful. He was betraying the Creed, the people who gave everything to him. But he wanted you to look at him. Din wanted to make eye contact with you, to look straight into your eyes and let you know how he felt about you.
"Please." Din told you when he realized that you were avoiding looking at his face. What if he wasn't sure and regretted it immediately afterward? But his voice sounded sure of what he was saying.
His nose was aquiline, his lips were a little pink, a smirk on them as he nervously awaited a reaction from you. His hair was a bit curly and messy, and his features were rough. A mustache decorated his upper lip and a patchy beard on his jaw helped to accentuate the toughness of his face. But thanks to his chocolate brown eyes he looked much softer. Even if you had played at imagining what he looked like under the helmet for a million years, you would never have been able to imagine such a beautiful man.
Din would take your hand with his and guide it to his cheek, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. It was the first time your hands were in skin-to-skin contact with each other. It was something more intimate without his thick gloves in between. He made you cup his cheek, you could feel as if sparks were flying from the contact between your fingers, but that tingling sensation disappeared when your hand finally caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and cupped your hand with his while he enjoyed your soft touch.
When he opened his eyes, your hand moved to pinch his chin with your thumb and index finger. You raised his chin and connected your lips with his. He took a deep breath as you did it and then his body relaxed for the first time since you two met. Not only he dared to show you his face, but he also showed you some vulnerability hiding behind the strong Mandalorian.
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There was absolutely no reason for this sIutty camera angle
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Me after being stressed and losing ammo and health like it’s the point of the game (it’s not): I just want my best friend the Merchant. Nothing can hurt me when he’s around. (Goes through a door)
The person behind the door:
Me: Bestie
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Me when Capcom made me fight two blind grandmas with chainsaws and then a centipede priest back to back:
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i took a break from the game to make sure i still remember how to draw
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God, Leon's arms are doing things to me
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The things I’d let this man do to me are between me and god
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Leon S. Kennedy in RESIDENT EVIL 4 Remake
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The DILFication of Matt Murdock is happening right before our eyes 😩
From 2014 ---> 2023 (Charlie's been playing Matt for almost a decade 🥺)
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Me writing fanfiction be like
Me: Okay, time to write another fanfiction. How much smut do we want
Also me: Yes.
Me: Okay... how kinky?
Also me: Yes.
Me: Uh... what about plot?
Also me: No.
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touching din | din djarin
Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch.
his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill.
i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day!
warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it
tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things!
word count: 4650
written by: archie
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The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.
The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.
It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.
The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.
“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.
The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”
A nod. “That’s a yes.”
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i will quite literally do ANYTHING for Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller in The Last Of Us!
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Reading any Mando fic
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