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Gotta rec two of my favourite artists before your celebrations ends!

First - @miranhas-art does on point pencil drawings with so much character! Regularly takes commissions and has loads of stellar reader insert and self insert pieces

Brand spankin new art for @clydesducktape's sweet fic Pan Dulce

This piece for @littleferal's Ezra

Javi and his Gatita and the hot and sweet fic by my girl @castleamc

TJ's baby antichrist concept done right!

Next up - @literallydontlook who regularly serves looks hot enough to knock me tf out!

Mad impressive Din x reader animation for this fic by @the-scandalorian that had me laughing my ass off but also feeling some type of way about daddy Din.

This piece for @krissology's heartbreaking young Din fic

Hyperspace oral for @djarinsbeskar's epic space opera

Congrats on the milestone too!

Favorite Fanworks Art, Artist and Fic Recs:

Pan Dulce by @clydesducktape  [The Great Wall: Pero Tovar x baker f!reader, complete]  - Art by @miranhas-art [Pero x his little baker] 

The Mirror by @littleferal  [Prospect: Ezra x f!reader, oneshot smut] - Art by @miranhas-art [bookshop owner Ezra x reader f!reader] 

New House Guest by @castleamc  [Narcos: Javi Peña x f!reader + cat, oneshot]  - Art by @miranhas-art [Javi and his cat] 

The Antichrist Wears Spiderman Bandaids by @pettyprocrastination  [Triple Frontier: Frankie Morales x mom ofc/f!reader, headcanon/story idea]  - Art by @miranhas-art [Frankie x mom & toddler antichrist] 

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Revelation by @the-scandalorian  [The Mandalorian: Din Djarin x f!reader, daddy kink, oneshot]  - Animation by @literallydontlook [Din x f!reader, explicit]

Jate’kara by @krissology  [The Mandalorian: young Din Djarin x f!reader, complete]  - Art by @literallydontlook [Din x f!reader, explicit] 

Stitches by @djarinsbeskar  [The Mandalorian: Din Djarin x medic f!reader, ongoing epic series]  - Art by @literallydontlook [Din x f!reader, really explicit]

(Sent in for twp’s “Show Me the Fanworks!” Celebration—now over)  

Oooh... what’s this!?!?  A veritable treasure trove of gorgeous fanart and the fantastic fanfic it’s inspired by!?  I LOVE IT!! 

I’m already familiar with (and adore!) many of these, but there are a couple I haven’t seen/read before, and I’m looking forward to checking them out!

Thank you for all these lovely recs, dear ‘nonny!

🧡 twp

[Edited to Add: All recs now compiled on the Fav Fanworks Rec List]

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[hopeamarsu]

My lovely dear! I hope the words find you to create, you find yourself immersed in your own creations, and know that you are a blessing. I hope you fill your well and find it overflowing 💖🧸

Now you’ve made me all teary 🥹 Thank you my darling, this means a lot to me.

I hope the same for you, may your words flow like the fastest river and your beautiful worlds you create flourish.

Sending all my love ❤️

#I needed this more than I dare say #it’s been a wordless few months #clydesducktape #loveliest messages

[direnightshade]

Wishing you a happy new year!

Thank you, Thia!! 🥺 Wishing you a happy new year as well! I hope that your 2023 is filled with tons of happiness and all good things. ♥️

#clydesducktape #♥️♥️♥️

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My dove! I hope the week is treating you well! ✨ I can’t help but think of you when I see black cats and bats! Like literally always. Sending you so much love 🧡✨🧡

THIA!!!!

I cannot tell you how much this message made me smile. What a lovely surprise. Thank you so much my friend. It’s nice to be known for two awesome things 💜💜 Have an Edgar! And a bat!

The love is returned! X10000000

#@clydesducktape #my dove!

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This is so cool!

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[absurdthirst]

The Den {Alpha!Mando x Omega!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, sex work, knotting, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, knotting, cream pie, slight breeding kink, slight dom/sub dynamics 

Comments: There is a place amongst the glittering lights of Canto Bight. A place where Alphas can seek what they want, what they need. An Omega to use and care for when the need inside them grows to be unbearable. 

This is part of @clydesducktape ‘s The Moon in May Writing Challenge Week 4 (May 22-28) : Knot/Den

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

Moodboard by @wardenparker 

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

There are….places to seek relief. Services that catered to what he needs. When the dormant need inside of him flares to life, the need to nurture, to care for, to be obeyed becomes overwhelming. Often that last basic need was met when he finally brought a bounty to heel. When they stopped struggling and went with him, it didn't matter if it was because he was dragging their corpse behind him or not. 

Lately, the kid had soothed the need to be a caretaker, although it was much different with Grogu than it would be with an Omega. Now that he was gone though, back with his own kind, that gapping, mawing hole in his chest was obvious again. His Alpha pawing and pacing inside him, needing something, someone to take care of. 

It doesn’t hurt that it’s been a long time since he’s been in a rut. Oftentimes he was around other alphas, or betas. Omegas were a prize that are often kept far away from the dusty, skug hole planets that he had visited while on the run from the Empire or even when he wasn’t on the outs with the Guild. Now that he’s got a moment to breathe, to do more than just rush headlong into one dangerous situation after the other, his body decides that it’s time. 

He feels guilty thinking about visiting that one place on Canto Bight. It’s upscale, of course it would be, but it caters to…those needs. Omegas available for use, for a hefty price. It wasn’t that he wanted to use them, well he did, but not in the normal sense of a brothel. Alphas had a reputation of being big, broad and mean, which he could be, but they also cared for those under their protection. He was unmated, unmarked by an Omega or even a Beta so he would be responsible for the Omega he had paid for. 

Standing at the flight boards, he curses the need to use a star cruiser. Yes, they were opulent, comfortable, but he hates the fact that they are public. That he doesn’t have a moment to strip out of his armor or clean it. Sharing spaces with families and children that make him fully aware that he is missing a member of his clan. Also having to give up his weapons made him grit his teeth and despise the fact that he was talking to a boarding droid instead of a living being, sure that he could explain that they were the physical representation of his religion to them better than he could to a droid. 

He feels the need, the pull in the pit of his stomach, the way that his balls are heavy and aching. He has a day, maybe two, before he is constantly hard under his flight suit. Leaking out into his undergarments and needing to bury himself in a warm, pliant, yielding body. But more than that, to make them feel good. To make them keen and preen under his touch. To cry out the name that he gives them. 

Clenching his fist and sighing slightly under his helmet, Din walks up to the control panel and purchases a ticket to Canto Bight on the MPO-1400 Star Cruiser that is docked at the port. Code in hand, he walks over to the droid to secure his weapons. “You must secure-” 

“I am a Mandalorian.” He growls, his tone deeper and richer, causing the heads of several passing Omegas to turn at the stern tone of an Alpha. “Weapons are part of my religion.”

The droid doesn’t care about that, programmed to ensure that all the passengers that are embarking on this ship are unarmed when they come onboard. The droid motions to the box, “You must secure-”

“Yeah, I know.” Din interrupts again with a huff. Turning the key of the trunk and opening it so he can deposit the various weapons, bombs, whistling birds into the bottom. He’s irritated at how long it takes, but he wouldn’t try to hide any of the weapons. He knows the droid is scanning him. He locks the case and takes the ticket before he points at the bot. “I know everything there.” He warns before he turns and walks up the ramp to find his seat. 

The flight is uncomfortable, the heat inside his flight suit is starting to creep up. Making him want to squirm, to shift in the cushioned seat. Not from being uncomfortable with the plush perch, not just from the want to try to seek a small reprieve from the sweat that is starting to build up along his glands. Hook a finger under his cowl and pull it away from his neck, to allow the recycled air of the cruiser to cool his skin. 

He doesn’t. Mandalorians rarely show fatigue or injury or even discomfort while they are in public. The image they portray is a large part of their success as bounty hunters. The fear of their reputations helps bring in many quarries that do not want a Mandalorian hunting them down. So he doesn’t, instead he sits, ramrod straight and imagines the Omega and what he will do. 

Canto Bight is flashy, fancy. Something to be had for everyone looking for a vice. From the farrier races, to noisy, blinking slot machines or the smokey serious back gambling tables, it was made for people who want. There are brothels where every manner of creature could be found in exchange for coins. An hour, or even a night bought while you could indulge in whatever sexual fantasy that could be imagined.  

The Den is where Mando steadily makes his way towards. The retrieval of his weapons had helped, eased some of the anxiety that had ridden just below the surface and fused with the needs of his Alpha. Now that they were back on his body, every piece in its proper place, the twitching of his cock has him stalking silently towards the elaborate scrolling sign that beckons Alphas to come and spend their coins. 

The scent gets stronger as he gets closer. Cloying and filling the air, temping all the lone Alphas that wander the streets in look of something to do, beckoning them to come inside and find which Omega had made their cock stir and their inner Alpha purr with need. His cock hardens underneath his own flight suit, pressing against the seam as he gets closer. Inhaling the spicy aroma of one Omega more than most, his Alpha already choosing that one, pleased with her pheromones. 

He’s never comfortable in places like these. Not completely. The stink of too many Alphas in one place makes his nose curl under his helmet, the dominant portion of his Alpha rearing his head and making him want to pull his blaster. He won't though. There are rules. Any Alpha who challenges another in the doors of The Den will be permanently banned from all of the establishments around the galaxy. The loss of easy access to Omegas was too great to risk a show of testosterone to most. 

Instead he walks up to the counter, aware that his own pheromones are starting to waft from under the heavy layers of his bekar and clothing. Indicating to everyone nearby that he was nearing a rut and seeking. His hand comes up, not for his blaster, but to tap the bell, a small tinkling sound that seems out of place considering the moan that is drifting down from a room upstairs. 

A small, blue skinned Twi’lek comes out, taking a deep breath and smirking when she smells him. “Need a chip, Mando?” She asks, reaching up and stroking her lekku, watching him with something that could only be described as hunger. She was a Beta but her nostrils flare and she leans in. “Are you sure  you want a ‘mega?” She asks. “I’ve always wanted to try a Mandalorian.”

Instead of answering, Din reaches down and pulls the right number of credits out of the pouch from his belt and lays them on the counter. Making her grin turn into a frown and she hisses as she snatches up the credits and slaps down a large silver disc. “I didn’t want a stinking Alpha anyway.” She snarks before she turns away and disappears beyond the beaded curtain again. 

Din grunts, leather gloves reaching out and picking up the disc, palming it as he turns and starts making his way towards the rooms. The disc would be placed in the slot in the door of whatever Omega’s room he chose, showing that they were occupied and unavailable to any other Alphas. It helped them stay organized and allowed the Alpha to seek whichever Omega had their scent caught in the Alpha’s nose. 

His nose guides him, the scent tantalizes him, making him yearn to rip his helmet off and press his nose against the Omega’s scent gland and inhale deeply. Getting stronger as he walks down the hall, noting discs in the door and he hopes that whoever the scent belongs to isn’t taken. It doesn’t seem like it. The pheromones that are teasing his Alpha are not pleasured, not active. Just the mellow scent of someone who is bored, waiting. He can change that. 

The door is red. A name scrolled on it above the rules that are clearly listed: No Marking, No Mating, No Breeding, next to the disc holder. Empty. Din doesn’t hesitate, sliding his disc into the slot and knocks on the door. Shifting slightly when he hears shuffling behind the door, fists at his side curling with need. 

When the door opens, the waft of your scent flows under the helmet, nearly making him growl in anticipation. Cock hardening even more under the material of his flight suit and the normally soft material itching at his skin, begging him to strip down and press his overheated body to yours. 

It’s a long misconstrued belief that only Omegas are needy. They are the ones that have to have an Alpha fill them up. That their very nature makes them submissive. Din knows that’s not exactly true. During a rut, an Alpha needs his Omega. Needs to be buried inside the warmth of their body and praise them for how well they are accepting of them. Needs to nurture and soothe the need inside them and protect them. 

You are beautiful, your eyes widening when you see him in front of you, although your pheromones don’t change. You are not scared of him, although your pulse does pick up slightly. It’s not his Alpha that senses that, but the scanners inside his helmet. 

“Alpha.” You look at him from head to toe, all covered in fabric and beskar, weapons hanging from his belt. Biting your lip when you smell the need and attraction pouring off the faceless Alpha. You wonder if he will take off any of the layers or if you are going to be used while you never feel anything but his cock on your skin. “Come in.” 

He exhales softly, relieved that he is being invited into your den, your nest. You have the option of rejecting any Alpha you choose. That is a part of the rules that are etched into the door and all must obey them. Nodding, he watches you back away and open the door wider, urging him to enter your space. 

There are thousands of lights in your room, soft, gently casting an intimate glow over the silken sheets and soft bedding that makes up the majority of the room. The dying scent of previous Alpha’s in this space is muted with the overwhelming scent of you. 

The click of the lock makes him turn his head, sensing that you are behind him after closing the door. Looking around to spot a table where he will be free to remove his armor. Needing to shed the layers that are covering him and he quickly strides over to it. “What is your name, Omega?” He asks, even if he knows it. It’s written on the door, but he wants to hear more of your voice, hear you say it before he tells you his own. 

Your voice is delicious, making his spine tingle as you answer him. Giving him your name in a clear tone that has his cock twitching as he imagines what it will sound like breathless, full of him. “My name is Din.” He tells you, removing his chestplate and back plate and setting them down respectfully. Curassis came next, followed by his pauldrons and gauntlets. Turning towards you as he peels his gloves off one by one to reveal the first of his skin you will see. “You can call me Din or Alpha.” He tells you. “Whatever makes you comfortable.” 

Your eyes are on him, watching him strip down and it makes his blood spike even more. You’ve accepted him, the scent of you changing and making his nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet, alluring pheromones that you are giving off. Signaling that you want to touch him, having him touch you. “Din.” You murmur softly, testing the name on your tongue and his Alpha leaps in his chest, clamoring to claim you now. 

“Omega.” He growls softly, making your eyes drift up from his hands to center on the dark glass of his visor. Seemingly staring into his helmet and his eyes. “Undress.” He orders, although there is a thread of neediness in his tone, the urgency of his Alpha to have you yield to him even more. To give yourself over to him to pleasure you. 

You nod, reaching for the ties of your robe. You don’t wear much, never seeing a need to keep much more than a soft silk robe over your body. Happy to drop it to the floor and stand before this Alpha nude. Smelling the need that is filling the air and you wonder if he will be rougher at first, it seems as if it has been some time since his last rut. 

He feels his chest tighten, his cock hardens even more at the sight of your nude body. Luscious and soft looking. He will spend hours caressing and touching you. Learning what makes you purr and cry out in exquisite pleasure. What glands make you whimper when he presses his tongue against them. How you taste directly from the source. He reaches for his helmet, unlocking it with a tiny hiss, lifting it off his head so he can smell you better, see you clearer without the HUD. He had never removed his helmet before during a rut and it had been nearly painful, unable to taste. Since he has already been deemed Mandalorian no longer, he was going to take advantage of this rut. Allow himself this tiny bit of pleasure before he starts to redeem himself. 

He’s handsome, you note as you watch his eyes meet yours. He’s expressive, his face a mix of lust and unsurity. As if he didn’t often expose himself. Instead of calling attention to it, you walk over to your nest. Large and comfortable with multiple fabrics and bedding layered for a soft place to curl up, to connect. Your nest was essential to your space, as much as the lights that twinkled overhead and reminded you of the view from a transparisteel of a ship as you careened through hyperspace. Climbing inside, you stretch out, giving him a view of your body as your pheromones signal that you are ready. “Alpha. Din.” You murmur softly. “I need you here with me.”

It makes him eager to finish stripping off the layers. Unwinding the cowl that is around his neck, tossing it over the beskar and reaching for the thick padding that the armor attaches to. Pulling it off until he is in a long shirt and pants, boot toed off. “What are your limits, Omega?” He demands, knowing that he must abide by your wants. A good Alpha nurtures pleasure, even when it’s tinged with pain. 

You blink, surprised that he would ask that. It was rare that Alphas asked that, believing that the rules that were listed on the door were the only limits that were to be had inside your nest. You were rarely mistreated, the reputation of The Den was too well known to risk it. “I don’t really have any.” You murmur. 

“Can I knot you?” Your cunt clenches at the low, raspy words, still surprised that he is asking. Satisfaction that this man, this Alpha, has come to your den floods your entire body. On the door, there is not a rule about knotting, but he is asking anyway. Biting your lip, you watch as his shirt comes off over his head, revealing a chest that is littered with scars before he starts to push his pants down, the large cock bobbing free. The head is nearly purple, leaking profusely and jutting up proudly and curving towards his belly. 

He will be a pleasure to take, to have knot you and your cunt clenches again, another wave of desperate arousal pouring off of him as your eyes devour his cock and make it twitch. “Yes, Alpha.” He twitches again, jerking violently as he stands under your perusal of his body, waiting.  Apparently waiting for an invitation into your nest. 

Din watches you, the cool air of the room feeling exquisite on his skin. Calming the raging fever inside his blood, his Alpha demanding that he touch you. Still he waits, watching until you lift a hand and crook your finger. Making him leap forward and crawl carefully into the positioned cushions and bedding of your nest, groaning at the way your scent wraps around him. Fills his nostrils and his head with nothing but the Omega in front of him. 

“‘M gonna take care of you, ‘mega.” He promises thickly, hands starting at your ankles and starting to map your skin with a touch that is surprisingly gentle. Soft from the thick leather gloves that cover his hands, the only calluses are not dry and cracking, just thicker skin where he grips the gun that is rarely off his hip. Sliding over your knees and brushing behind them, noting that you whimper slightly when he touches the scent gland there. 

Often the idea of an Alpha was that they were brutal. Taking what they want with no care or regard for anyone else. Bullies by their designation and the top of the hierarchy in the social structures that had developed. Free to do whatever they wished and only a more powerful Alpha could curb them. Din knew that was probably true for some. He had been in the outer rims long enough that he knew there was cruelty among all designations. He had seen it among Betas, Alphas, there was even an Omega who was shockingly brutal. 

However, a true Alpha was one that would keep to provide, to nurture pleasure and foster the wellbeing of the partner they were with. He protected those under him, cared for them, and satisfied them. It was what gave him the most pleasure and soothed the Alpha inside him. 

Lips touch your skin, making him groan and his cock leaks again with another lovely little bead of precum. He loved taste, obsessed with it since he normally did not spend much time with his helmet off while eating. View it as a necessity rather than a pleasure, but this….this is pleasure. Your skin tastes like you smell. Heady and tangy with a touch of salt. Making him groan again and slide his tongue against it for another taste. 

He’s never eaten pussy. He’s wanted to, watched plenty of holovids of it and jerked off thinking about burying his tongue in a cunt while the Omega or Beta writhed above him, but his helmet had prevented it. Not that it is an issue right now. Hearing your small inhale of surprise, Din dives in once he’s got your legs spread wide, cunt on display for him. 

He’s not good at it. Not from the way that you squirm or giggle, your hand gently trying to guide his overeager mouth to where you needed it and not where he thought he should be. Apparently tonguing your hole was not as effective as it was made to be on those holovids. At least not for the Omega he was trying to pleasure. 

 Still, you didn’t complain. You didn’t stop him. Gasping his designation when he got something right. Making his chest puff up with pride as he repeats that same twist of his tongue or suck of your clit. He’s good with his hands, he knows that. Has fingered plenty of partners to prepare them for his cock or get them off before he fucks them. He knows where to press his fingers, or curl them up inside a cunt without looking. But his mouth on it is a different beast to tame. Like blaster fire, it takes practice and Din is patient when it comes to practice. 

Even as untried and sloppy as he is, soon you are writhing. Legs tossed over his shoulders and heels digging into his back, bucking up into his mouth and pleas pour out of your mouth. Not acting, no, your pheromones are too desperate, too needy to cum for it to be practiced. It makes him groan and growl, ignoring the way that his cock throbs as he concentrates on your clit to make you cum. 

“Alpha, oh fuck Din!” He’s never heard anything better in his entire fucking life than the way you gasp his name. Fingers digging into your hips and he knows he will leave bruises under your skin from where he digs them in, but he doesn’t care. Sucking and slurping on your cunt as if it’s the last in the universe. Right now, it’s the only cunt in the ‘verse to him. He hums, long and low when you fall apart. Pouring into his mouth when he seals his lips over your cunt and drinks deeply. Sucking down the fruit of his labors with all the relish of draining a jorgon fruit of its nectar. Pulling away when you are done trembling and he finds the gland on the inside of your hip, pressing against it and laving it with broad swipes of his tongue. 

“Alpha.” His Alpha purrs inside him, answering the call of your Omega as you reach for him. Sliding up your body and pressing against you. He feels the way that your bod has warmed up. Turning you so that your back is pressed to his chest. Enjoying how easily you move with your limb limp from pleasure and he groans, sliding a hand back down to slip between your thighs. “Want you to sing for ‘mega.” He murmurs in your ear, his cock pressed between your cheeks but still he doesn’t rut against you. There will be plenty of time for that when he is inside you. 

Your eyes flutter, breath catching when his fingers find your clit. This is obviously where his talent lays, two thick fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper when he presses against that spongy spot while his thumb rubs slow circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

He groans, feeling the tight walls of your cunt yield, giving under the pressure of his digits. Pressing his face into your neck and inhaling your pheromones as he fingers you, working you steadily higher again and groaning at the way that you respond to his touch. He’s had Omegas before, worked them through a heat or only once before, had one during a rut, but you are sublime. Your soft cries accompany the feeling of your blunt nails digging into his forearms. Firmly trapped by his arms, you don’t try to move away from his touch, instead you are rolling your hips down and begging him for more. Craving what he can give you. 

“Cum for me and I’ll give you my cock.” He rasps in your ear, rewarded by the way that your body shudders and the softest keening sound comes out. “I’ll fill you up and knot you.” You moan and his cock twitches at your back. “Pump you full of my cum and keep it in there until the knot goes down.” He knows you have an implant, more importantly he has an implant. He knows that there isn’t a chance of him impregnating you, but still the mere thought of breeding an Omega has his Alpha trying to rush things along. 

You cling to him, exactly what he needs and he pulls you against this chest even more. Pressing his lips to your scent gland at your pulse and gliding his tongue along it, making you whine loudly. Your pheromones change again, soft and sweet and still building even more as your body primes for another orgasm.  

You don’t take long to cum again. He likes that. Likes that your body, your Omega, is so receptive to his touch. Cooing soft words of praise into your ear while his fingers pump into you, urging you closer to falling apart for him again. 

Pride fills him when you cum. Bucking against his hand while your thighs clamp down around his hand, keeping it in place as you roll your hips. “Din, oh fuck, Din…Alpha!” You cry out, letting him smell the pleasure as it courses off of you in thick waves. Feeling it from the way that you soak his fingers and hug them tightly in your body. 

“So good.” He murmurs, feeling almost drunk off the way that you spiraled in your pleasure. The emotions you had been feeling heavy in the air as he soaks up each one and savors it. Lets it furl through his body and ease the Alpha’s needs, even as his body is screaming to claim you, to knot you. 

Normally when he is with a partner, it’s from behind. Because of his helmet, making sure that they are unable to snatch it off his head while he is rocking into them. Or because they liked the fact that a Mandalorian was fucking them. Now, with everything that has changed, he lets go of your clit when you whine, overstimulated and starts to thrash against him to roll you onto your back so he can climb on top of you. 

It’s a different view. Looking down at your wide eyes. Limbs splayed wide and welcoming as he settles between your thighs. The slick from your cunt soaking his cock with the few thrusts he gives through your folds. Feeling how wet he has made you makes him growl. Wrapping his hand around his cock for the first time since he has climbed into your nest, he pumps himself, taking a moment to ease the head through your folds and feel how easily he slips through. 

It’s almost painful how badly he wants to sink into your cunt. To plunge inside your molten velvet walls and batter himself inside you until he’s pouring himself deep, giving you his knot and tying you together for the next few hours. Instead he watches you, for one brief moment indulging in the fantasy that you are his Omega. That you bear his mark and are currently waiting for your Alpha to breed you. 

His cock twitches, making him squeeze the base so he doesn’t cum so quickly. He wants to feel you spasm around him once before his knot pushes inside your tight little cunt and he’s pumping you full of his useless seed for hours. 

When he finally does give in, it’s only because you are begging. Your lips twisted in a pretty pout until he notches his cock and slides smoothly inside. Instantly, his Alpha is more at peace than he has been in days. Instead of pawing and clamoring under his skin like an animal trying to get out, he’s a lothcat in the sun, stretched out and puring. Warmed by the heat of your cunt hugging his cock. 

He fucks steady, sharps snaps of his hips that are equally measured. A tempo that you could count in your head if he wasn’t stealing your breath with every push of his hips and thrust of his cock drilling up into you. Making your Omega preen and purr, crying out for more that has you wrapping your legs around his back and rocking up to meet him. Trying to urge him on. 

“Fuck, ‘mega.” He spits, looking down at your heavy lidded eyes, watching the gasps form on your lips when he spears deep into your cunt again. “Pretty ‘mega, taking my cock. Squeezing me. Doing exactly what your Alpha needs.” You whine, nodding quickly and your hands race up his back with the feeling of your blunt nails scoring his skin lightly, making him shudder.

You like the praise, that much is obvious. The way your cunt squeezes him like a vice when he tells you how good you are is accompanied by the waft of a very pleased Omega drifting off of you. He wonders how many others took the time to feed your Omegas needs. To praise and coo to you while making sure that they keep you filled. Alphas and Omegas both need things from each other, it’s what makes your designations fit perfectly together. He grunts, bracing his arms on his elbows and brushes his thumb across that gland while he watches his cock plunge into your body again and again. 

He feels how connected you are. The air around the two of you is heavy with your mingling scents. Something that pleases his Alpha and makes him ruck his hips forward even faster. “Gonna cum?” He grunts out, watching your teeth bite your bottom lip and watches your hands slide from around him to grasp your tits. Massaging and pinching your stiff nipples with a loud moan. Later on, when his knot is buried inside your tight cunt, he’ll suck on them. Pull you into his lap and tease them with his tongue to find out if you like it as much as he imagines. 

For now, the quick pace of slapping skin has his full attention. Feeling your body draw up tighter as his own starts to prepare. The tingling in the base of his spine is the only reason he doesn’t pause, give his aching thighs a break from where he is rocking over you. He’s close and he knows you are. Angling up into your cunt, he slides a hand between your thighs and presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing quickly as he feels the knot start to form. 

“Cum for me ‘mega.” He begs, desperate for that last flood of slick from your cunt to ease his knot inside you. It’s thick, meant to keep his cock deep inside while his seed takes root. While there is no chance of him impregnating you, He still wants to be buried in your body while he rides out his rut. “Want this pretty little cunt to soak me. Let my knot slip inside you easily.” He knows it won’t be easy, but that slick will make it easier for you to take it. He doesn’t want you to hurt unnecessarily. 

You mewl and buck up under him. Giving him what he wants as your body responds to both his physical manipulation of your body and the thread of command in his order. Heat rushes over his cock, the slippery slick of your cunt flooding it and making him groan. 

His hips stutter, pace getting sloppy as he feels his knot swell, his orgasm starting to crest. Relief and need flooding his own body, making him let go of your gland, your clit and grab your legs. Pushing them wide and thrusting into you harshly, grunting out with every hard push of his hips. So close to his peak that he can taste it. 

He needs this. Breath catching when your hands slide up his arms and rest on his own scent glands, massaging them gently. “Cum Alpha.” You beg breathlessly. “Fill me up, knot me.” Your sweet whimper makes his entire body jerk in response. “I need it.” 

Stars burst behind his eyes, his hands tighten on your body, nearly shouting while his cock drills deep, the already thick knot pushing into your cunt and rapidly filling with blood to lock him inside your passage while he starts to cum. 

White hot pleasure races through his body, making him grunt and hiss every time another pump of his cum floods your womb, filling you up in the most primal way. Twitching, as he empties himself of the first of many orgasms. Grinding  his hips and making sure that he doesn’t pull against your lips with the fat base of his knot. 

Din buries his face against your neck, collapsing against your body and pinning you down. Not that you seem to mind it. Your legs wrap around his thighs again and your hands stroke his back. The loud roar of pleasure that had filled his ears was slowly starting to fade away, making him realize that you are cooing softly to him. Telling him how good his knot feels inside you. Making him hum and press his lips to your pulse again. Sighing softly at the relief that is flooding his body now that his rut is in full swing and he’s buried inside a beautiful, soft, willing Omega. 

The next few hours, the next few days will be spent in this nest. Buried inside you and caring for you. The food and drink will be given to you while he’s still connected to you. Making sure that all of your needs are met and he is looking forward to feeling what a kiss will be like. You have been patient with him so far and he’s grateful that he had decided to come to The Den.

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@clydesducktape

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[hopeamarsu]

Dropping by with a little love for you 🧡✨🧡 thank you for being you. 🧡

Thia! 🥺❤️

Thank you for being you. I can’t believe I’ve found such a lovely and amazing and wonderful friend and I cherish every single moment of our talks, from the good morning to our book talks and everything in between.

I love you ❤️

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[flightlessangelwings]

Under the Cherry Blossom Trees

Joel Miller x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.1k (1485 with optional epilogue)

Warnings: fluff, protective!Joel, established relationship, kissing, sweetness, optional angst epilogue

Notes: My blog remains 18+ only even if this fic isn’t explicit! I loved this writer Wednesday pic so much and the idea just instantly popped in my head! Thanks so much @writer-wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape for hosting this every week! Hopefully this formats ok since I’m posting from mobile!

I also have an update blog @flightlessangelwings-updates to stay up to date on when I post!

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“Joel, where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise, baby,” Joel replied with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you tightened your grip around his waist. The horse the two of you shared walked gently through the quiet forest. Everything seemed at peace here, with no sign of infected for miles. The only sounds in the forest other than the clop of your horse were scattered bird calls and the rustle of the local wildlife.

You let out a short chuckle, “You know Joel, if it were anyone but you I would think I was about to be murdered and dumped out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Joel moved a hand from the reins and gave your wrists a tight squeeze, “You know I ain’t never gonna let anything like that happen, baby.” His tone was too serious for your attempt at a joke.

“I know,” you whispered as you leaned your head against his broad back and savored the warmth of his body, “I was just kidding.”

All Joel offered was a soft grunt and another squeeze before he fell silent again. You decided to keep quiet as well and just enjoyed the feeling of his body against yours and the soft warm wind against your back.

It was a sunny spring day, and as much as you loved living in Jackson, it was nice to be out and get some fresh air. Things almost felt normal like this with you and Joel out on a horseback date in the woods. But Joel always tried to make life seem as normal as he could for you.

Even so, he surprised you this morning when he told you to get ready to go out with him. He tried to hide it, but you saw through Joel’s calm and collected facade and noticed that he seemed nervous and jittery. But when you asked him why he needed you, he refused to answer.

Stranger still, Joel grabbed his guitar on the way out.

“Baby, we’re here.”

Joel’s hushed voice jolted you out of the trance you were in from the warm air and the soothing beat of his heart. You hadn’t even realized you almost dozed off right there on the horse until his voice broke the silence.

Suddenly, a rush of sensation flooded you and you took a deep inhale to smell something you hadn’t smelled in a long time, “Cherry blossoms?”

A soft rumble echoed from Joel’s chest, “Surprise,” he whispered softly.

Before you could restrain yourself, you gasped loudly, “Joel… Holy shit…”

In front of you was a long pathway lined on either side with cherry blossom tree after cherry blossom tree. The pink of the fully bloomed flowers in the sun lit up the forest in a way that completely took your breath away. Puddles from yesterday's light rain reflected the sunlight and made this patch of forest seem brighter than what surrounded it.

Joel turned over his shoulder and took in your reaction. Sure the trees were beautiful, but they didn’t compare to the look in your eyes as your face lit up in awe. He never could get enough of looking at you, and he swore there was never enough time to fully admire and appreciate your features.

He kept the horse still for several moments before he ushered you all towards a tree with a low hanging branch. You barely even noticed the movement.

With a click of his tongue, Joel steadied the horse, swung his leg over and pushed himself off. He quickly tied the reins to the branch before he extended a hand to you and said your name in such a sweet tone, “You coming?”

You shook your head as your eyes landed on Joel, “You bet!”

Joel’s hand felt warm in yours as he helped you down. You kept ahold of him even as you were steady on your feet and you let him guide you down the path. Your trust in Joel compared to nothing else and you followed his lead while you looked around and soaked in your surroundings.

“Wow…” you breathed, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

A warm smile lit up Joel’s face as he looked over at you. His heart skipped a beat in his chest as he studied your every feature as if he was seeing you for the first time. But then again, to Joel, every time he saw your smile felt like the first time all over again.

You felt the weight of Joel’s gaze on you and you froze in place. When you met his eyes and saw the look of pure admiration there, you swallowed hard and suddenly your skin felt like it was on fire, “What?” you asked in a whisper.

“Nothing baby,” Joel murmured as he suddenly felt embarrassed as well, “You just look so damn beautiful in the flowers like this.”

A chuckle escaped your lips before you could help it, “Always the romantic, aren’t you Joel?”

“I do try,” his voice was low as he ushered you ahead of him, “You like it?” Joel used his nose and pointed towards a small setup on the side of the path.

You gasped as you saw the small tent that was set up between two large trees. Inside were some blankets and pillows to make it homey and cozy. And the front was open so you could sit and enjoy the magnificence of the trees and flowers around you.

“I found this place with Tommy yesterday on patrol,” Joel explained as he led you into the tent and sat the both of you down, “I checked for infected, there’s no one for miles. Just you and me. We can finally get some quiet alone time,” he rested an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your face, “How’d I do?”

“Joel… It’s…” you couldn’t even finish your thought before you lunged at him and kissed him deeply.

A low rumble echoed in Joel’s chest as he eagerly kissed you back and held you close. Soft moans filled the tent as you immediately deepened the kiss and showed him just how much you loved his surprise.

“Happy anniversary baby,” he murmured against your lips when you finally broke away for air.

You didn’t even open your eyes as you rested your head on Joel’s shoulder and settled comfortably at his side. You felt him place one last kiss on the top of your head before he pulled out his guitar and played a soft, sweet melody just for you.

At that moment, everything was absolutely perfect under the cherry blossom trees.

*

Optional epilogue (warnings: tlou2 spoilers, angst, major character death)

The sun shined brightly as you rode your horse through the woods, but it still felt dark to you. Nothing seemed the same anymore, as if all the color in the world drained from your vision. Even the pinks of the cherry blossoms seemed dull in your eyes.

Everything was quiet around you, as if the world stood still for the moment, only to be broken by the sound of the clop of the horse beneath you. It was a strangely familiar feeling, yet it was different.

You rode down the path that Joel had taken you before, only this time it was just you. What was once a happy memory now felt somber as you had never felt more alone.

A sigh escaped your lips as you reached your destination: the tent Joel had set up for you.

You jumped off and tied the horse to a branch before you approached the space. What was once a warm, inviting space now felt cold and distant. Moss covered the blankets that were left behind and it felt like a shadow of what it once was.

But then again, so were you.

As you sat down on the damp ground, you choked back a sob. What should have been a happy day felt heavy on your heart. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out Joel’s old watch and cradled it in your hands before you wrapped yourself around it and finally broke down into tears.

“I miss you so much, Joel,” you cried, “So fucking much.”

Birds fluttered in the trees around you, but you ignored it.

“Dina had the baby recently,” you spoke to the watch, “JJ is what they called him,” you let out a soft exhale, “Yeah, one of those J’s is for you,” you paused as you caught your breath, “Everyone is doing fine. You’d be so proud of Ellie, Joel. I’m watching over her, like I promised I would.”

Your eyes dropped down as you watched your tears hit the ground in front of you, “It’s not the same without you though,” you let out a deep sigh as you brought the watch up to your lips and gave it a gentle kiss, “Happy anniversary Joel.”

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[saradika]

[masterlist]

This is the list of the incredible fics I’ve read and shared this month for the stardust reblog challenge! Includes ones read here and on my side blog, @eupheme (in case there’s any confusion!) 💖

STAR WARS

'tis the damn season by @maybege

Years after you last saw Boba Fett, Natalie invites you to spend Christmas with her family. | hot dad!boba x f!reader

ownership of mine. (part 2) & (part 3) by @amywritesthings

You have been in Narkina 5 for four months. The unit believes you are in a secret relationship with Kino Loy. (Are you?) | kino loy x f!reader

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal

There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life | ruescott melshi x f!eader

Zena Thamne (Cuyan Series) by @againstacecilia

Your fiance disappears two months before your wedding on a dangerous hunt. Fearing the worst and desperate to find him, you accept help from a reluctant Mandalorian and set off in search of your groom. | din djarin x f!reader

Take My Hand by @princessxkenobi

after a fresh snow has fallen over all the forest, you & your darling obi wan sneak away from the cottage for some ice skating; your hearts, all the while held within each other’s palms | obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

Patience by @oscarseyebrow

 “Show me how you caught him,” you request, eyes daring the bounty hunter as his chest heaves in the fluorescent lights of the Crest’s hull. “Show me how you took control.” | din djarin x female reader 

By Your Side by @princessxkenobi

In the softened afterglow of the fireplace, things take a heated turn between you and anakin, where all that you begin to sense there, is your shared waves of longing and intimacy, wanting just to be together | anakin x f!reader

Unwavering by @uwingdispatch

You are so precious to me,” he said. “Do you know that? I never…” he trailed off for a moment, closing his big hazel eyes, taking a deep breath. “I never had the courage to tell you how much I love you, but if something happens today and I never get to see you again—” | brasso x f!reader

A Touch of Peppermint by @princessxkenobi

hot chocolate doesn’t exist where Din Djarin is from, & thankfully you had been there just to show him what it’s all about; that is…if either one of you doesn’t get distracted for too long to enjoy it first ...❄️ | din djarin x f!reader

Flowers that Bloom in Winter by @psychedelic-ink

A spiteful coworker ruins the flower arrangements you had hoped to compete with. Not knowing what can be done, you entertain a young boy named Grogu who comes in at the same time wanting to buy a bouquet for his father. The next day, Din returns and offers to help you out with your work until a competition. | din djarin x f!reader

MARVEL / DC

A Cause For Celebration by @andrewrussgarfield

In which Peter Parker shows up at your front door with a slightly smashed cupcake and a whispered "Happy Birthday". | tasm!peter x afab!reader

Bitten by Fate by @stargirlfics

After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back | vampire!stucky x black f!reader

STARDEW VALLEY

Nothing Comes from Nothing by @hometownbard

All it took was a production of The Sound of Music for you to finally confront your feelings for Harvey, the show's leading man. | harvey x farmer

PEDRO PASCAL & OSCAR ISAAC

Live Fires & Low Lights by @wyn-n-tonic

“You're teasing me, sweetheart.” | javier peña x f!reader

frankie request by @softanon

A scoop of fluff with Dad!Frankie, with a bonus appearance of young Júlia Morales. | frankie morales x gn!reader

expectations by @pedrito-friskito

It was only supposed to be a job. | joel miller x f!reader

Did You Think I Had Forgotten? by @wyn-n-tonic

She’d fucking hate him if she could. | santiago x f!reader

VIOLENT NIGHT

All is Calm by @clydesducktape

Nicholas returns home looking battered and bruised. A reminder of a past life you’ve shared that leads to him needing your comfort and joy. | santa!harbour x f!reader

These fics are all so lovely - please check them out and please support these creators! 💖✨

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #please support these creators #din djarin x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #peter parker x reader #boba fett x reader #kino loy x reader #sdv harvey x reader #javier peña x reader #frankie morales x reader

[pedrostories]

PedroStories Secret Santa event 2022

Dear Fanfic writers and readers,

PedroStories would like to invite you to our very first Secret Santa event! ✨

If you write fanfictions for any Pedro Pascal characters and/or you're a visual art creator (graphics, gifsets, fanart) with a love for our fandom's fanfic writers, this event is for you! You can register here until November 26 (you can expect our message about your giftee a few days later), and the gifters will post their arts on December 23.

We have tagged all the incoming questions and answers about the event with “secret santa questions”, you can search for it on the blog, but if something still isn’t clear, feel free to send us an ask!

For a visual arts specific Secret Santa event (for Mandoverse) you can join @themandaloriandaily‘s Secret Santa event as well.

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 - PedroStories Staff

PS.: Under “Keep reading” You can find an extensive list of writers for the fandom worth following! 😉 If you’re a writer for Pedro characters (or you know about a writer) not on this list, let us know and we’ll update it as soon as possible! ❤

✨ A - C ✨

@221bshrlocked @absurdthirst @aerynwrites @agentwhiskeysdarlin @aliwritesfic @alwaysbethewest @artemiseamoon @asta-lily @astoryisaloveaffair @astroboots @autumnleaves1991-blog @auty-ren @babydarkstar @beskarberry @beskar-cowboy @beskarhearts @bestintheparsec @blueeyesatnight @bluestripedspeedo @boliv-jenta  @bonktime @brandyllyn @brewsterispunkk @browneyes-issac @buckyodinson @buttercup--bee @castleamc @chaoticgeminate@charnelhouse @cinewhore @clydesducktape @concussed-to-pieces @corvueros @cptnbvcks @crimsonheart01 @criticallyacclaimedstranger

✨ D - I ✨

@danidrabbles @danniburgh @di-kut @din-jarhead @dirty-holy-things @disgruntledspacedad @djarinsbeskar @djjarins @dornish-queen @eatommo @emmikmil @ezrasbirdie @f0rever15elf @fleetwoodmactshirt @flightlessangelwings @floralpascal @foli-vora @forever-rogue @frankiesbadlanding-citations @frannyzooey  @fuckyeahdindjarin @gaiuswrites @grogusmum @guess-my-next-obsession​ @haylzcyon @heatherbelart​ @heythere-mel @holographic-carmen @honestly-shite @honeydjarin @iamskyereads @idungoofed @intheorangebedroom @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

✨ J - M ✨

@jangofctts  @javier-pena @jazzelsaur @jbbuckybarnes  @jedifarmerr @jollyrancher87 @juletheghoul @jura-moon @justanotherblonde23  @just-here-for-the-moment @keeper0fthestars @kilojulietsierra @knivesareout  @krissology @lannister-slings-and-arrows @laureliciousdefinition @leslie-lyman @letterfromvienna @littleferal @littlemisspascal @loversandantiheroes @lowlights @lunasblipsandblurbs  @joel-millerr @mandoalorian @mandoblowmybackout @mandorush @mandosmistress @massivecolorspygiant @mcfreakin-bxtch @miceenscene @misspearly1 @moonlight-prose @moralesispunk @mostly-megan @mothandpidgeon @mourningbirds1 @multifandomfanfiction @musings-of-a-rose

✨ N - S ✨

@no-droids @noisynaia @omgreally @oogaboogasphincter @oonajaeadira @pascalisthepunkest @pedrito-friskito @pedro-pascal-love @pedropascalsx @pedros-mustache @perropascal @pettyprocrastination @princessxkenobi @prolix-yuy @psychedelic-ink  @pumpkin-stars @queenofthefaceless @queridopascal @radiowallet @redcrvette @rina-cyarika-writing @rise-my-angel @saradika @scribbledghost @scorpio-marionette  @silksaddle @sirowsky @sirtadcooper @sith-maul @slater-baby @softpedropascal @something-tofightfor @songsformonkeys @spookydin @starlightmornings @storiesofthefandomlovers @supernaturalgirl20 @syndxlla

✨ T - Z ✨

@the-blind-assassin-12 @the-ginger-hedge-witch @the-scandalorian  @theewokingdead @themand0lorian @themangolorian @the-scandalorian @thewayofthemandalorian @thirstworldproblemss  @thosewickedlovelies @thot-of-khonshu @tiffdawg  @toomanystoriessolittletime @tropes-and-tales @valkblue @wardenparker @whataperfectwasteoftime @wheresarizona @whiskeynwriting @whistlingbirdie @wordsnwhiskey @write-and-buried @writefightandflightclub  @writeforfandoms @wyn-n-tonic @yespolkadotkitty @youvebeenlivingfictional @zeldasayer  

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