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Dont think I’ve forgotten about Frankenstein au Nikto I swear once finals are done I’ll lock in
18+ MDNI i'm ovulating! :: simon riley x fem!reader
ever since you and your husband, simon, decided to have children, you've been on each other nonstop, fucking on every surface in the house and knocking over several expensive items while lost in the heat of the moment. doesn't matter. he'll replace them with the ungodly amount of money he has in his account.
he'd bend you over the counter every time he finds you in the kitchen cooking, a thin sundress hugging all your delicious curves just right, images of your swollen belly flooding his mind, full and round with his seed. the food is forgotten every single time. only you and putting a baby in you on his mind.
he'd fold you in half when you're in bed reading, wearing only a tank top that gives him easy access to your tits and leaves your belly exposed and a pair of shorts that accentuates your perky ass. he'd tear them off you and put your legs over his shoulders as he splits you wide open for him.
he finds you absolutely irresistible in every state. you know it as a fact. it bleeds over in his every word and action. yet it doesn't make your worries go away. still, your mind wanders. would he ever get tired?
you push the thoughts away. a feral need bubbling inside you as you think about your husband, his scarred lips on your hot skin, bulky weight pressing you into the mattress as his burly arms cage your body beneath him, broad shoulders holding your legs beside your ears, a large rough hand wrapped around your throat while he's buried to the hilt inside you.
you're ovulating. and you need him right now. so you call him. "si, i need you." and he's on his way. doesn't matter that he's on base in an important meeting. he's leaving right away, ignoring price's shouts of protest. he'll understand when simon tells him later. his wife needs him. and there's nothing more important than that.
you're pouncing on him as soon as he walks through the door. he catches you with ease as you wrap your legs around his waist, kissing him with an untamed desperation.
"sorry, si. i know it was important—"
"doesn't matter, love."
"by the way, i'm ovulating."
"bloody hell, woman. lead with that next time."
immediately, your mouths are on each other, lips and tongues latching onto one another, kissing, nipping, biting every part of skin you can find, covering in saliva and marking each other, hot and heavy, your hands moving desperately across the other's body to grab every piece of flesh.
you're discarding each other's clothes when you mention it. breathing shakily as your movements subside, looking away from his intense eyes, you finally tell him.
"si, i'm worried that it becomes a chore."
he stops.
looking you over, an expression of utter disbelief takes over his face.
"a chore?" he finally speaks, voice laced with subtle mockery.
you look into his eyes for a moment, only to shy away again and look down.
he guides you to lay back on the bed as he hovers above you.
leaning in, dangerously close, his lips graze yours. he grabs your jaw to make you look at him, eyes darkened as he speaks in a deep voice.
"you think fuckin my wife is a chore for me?"
you don't dare to respond.
his lips capture yours briefly, only to slide down to your jaw, then your neck, coating your skin in a string of saliva as he glides down to your collarbone, tracing its line with his lips as his hands find your breasts, squeezing as if it's a warning to your previous words, his calloused skin a delicious contrast on your silky smooth one that makes you go wild. his lips wrap around your hard nipples, sucking and licking as you moan softly for him. he chuckles at your reaction, causing heat to spread across your cheeks.
he grabs your hips, kissing your exposed belly and covering the expanse of it with his hand, gently touching as he thinks about filling you up, all soft and swollen with his seed growing inside you. his hard cock throbs at the mere thought of it, dripping precum onto the sheets as his hips jerk forward involuntarily and he humps the mattress.
his lips reach your mound and he stops just above your slit, lifting himself up on his hands. his adoring eyes marvel at your beauty, drinking in the literal work of art splayed out before him. his pupils are blown out, eyes completely black as he looks at you and leans in, rough fingertips sliding up and down your wet slit, spreading your arousal along your folds.
"you think i'd ever get tired of this pussy?"
you gulp audibly. his hot breath fanning against your lips, he cups your pussy with one large hand, his middle finger sliding through your folds and teasing your entrance.
you gasp. "please, si..."
you grasp his shoulders in a desperate hold as he goes on teasing you.
"please what, darling?"
a sly smirk spreads across his face, only adding to your frustration.
"please. i need you inside me, si." you beg, "please, si. need your cock so bad."
in that moment, he thinks you're the most beautiful you've ever been, pleading so sweetly for him, sprawled out beneath him like an offering, all for him to take.
his lips are on yours in an instant, spreading your legs further apart and pushing your knees to your chest before propping them over his shoulders.
he slides into you so easily, your soaking wet pussy ready to take him in, thick throbbing cock splitting your needy cunt open. his lips never leave yours as he lets out a groan into your mouth, mixing with your whiny moans as you're all stretched out by his fat cock.
"fuck! look at this greedy pussy," he breathes in between kisses, bottoming out inside you, "so fuckin wet and desperate for me."
giving you no time to adjust, he starts thrusting in and out ferociously, yet with the meticulous precision of a man on a mission.
"fuckin swallowing me whole, baby." he grunts, "like you were made for me."
his relentless assault on your needy cunt leaves no room for you to breathe, only choked out moans slipping through your lips.
"fuuuck, siiii.... ahhh—"
"fuckin pussy was made for me." he groans in your ear, "made for me to fuck. all mine. forever."
his strong hips slam into you, heavy balls slapping your ass repeatedly as your wet pussy squelches to accommodate his hefty size. the obscene sound echoing through the room.
"gonna breed this pretty pussy, love." he hisses, "so fuckin tight f’me. so, so lovely. "
your hands run across his muscular back and biceps, nails raking over his skin as you lose your mind entirely in an overwhelming state of bliss.
you're a fucked out mess, your hair splayed all over the pillows, skin dampened with beads of sweat, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and mouth falling agape with broken moans as your husband ruins you.
"fuckin look at you, love." he says, " you're so fuckin beautiful."
"siii, please— ahh..."
"i know, baby. i know. let it out. let me hear you."
of course you obey, letting him hear your desperate moans as you beg him to fill you up.
"you think i'd ever get tired of this?" he says, delivering a particularly sharp thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs, "think again, sweetheart."
he reaches over, large hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just holding in a secure grip. his eyes are fixated on yours, darkened with lust, yet filled with an unspoken sincerity.
"tell me what you want, love. want me to breed you? huh?"
"yes— yesss plsss sii ahh— fill me up... breed me"
a familiar sensation starts approaching, a tightness coiling inside your belly, your moans and whimpers turning higher, walls growing tighter around him, signaling him that you're close.
"let go for me, baby. cum on my cock."
he's fucking you so vigorously your head spins wildly, fat tip reaching far deep inside you and slapping against your spongy cervix over and over again.
in less than a moment, you're flooded with an all-consuming sense of pure ecstasy, screaming his name as your muscles convulse and shake beneath him, your soaked cunt clamping down on him and creaming around his shaft.
"that's it, love. give it to me. good girl." he groans, "so fuckin tight, baby... ahh— gonna milk me dry."
his thrusts turn faster and shallow as he reaches his peak. he holds your trembling body tighter and fucks you through your high as his own orgasm approaches. a deep growl escapes his throat as he empties his balls inside you. it's filthy how much he cums. loads and loads of thick white cum painting your womb, his seed filling you up to the brim, plugged up by his cock still seated inside you. and he hopes that it will finally take this time.
Forgot that I wrote a whole bunch of shit I can post here now here’s some Simon Riley x reader workplace fluff and listen, the jealous mean girl trope will never be overdone for me I love it as a former bullying victim to have those bitches put in their place
Simon becoming enamored with you, the new administration assistant. Thinking about how to show affection without being vulnerable, he orders flowers to be delivered, researched their meanings and everything. Not signed and with no note but absolutely for you.
It becomes a weekly thing then, every Monday a new bouquet is delivered and on Friday you bring them home to press them. They’re even scheduled to arrive when the team is on missions.
Six months in, a new girl starts working there and after two weeks is jealous and annoyed by the attention. “Accidentally” knocks over and shatters the vase, Simon runs out and has you fill up his water bottle and put them in there instead. One Monday the flowers are intercepted by her and thrown away. Simon checks the cameras and calls the delivery guy to confirm and insists a new one be delivered on Tuesday instead. Simon confronts the woman saying he knows she’d done it and the woman claims it’s unfair that “someone like her” gets all this attention from an admirer. Simon asks what, “someone like her” means, “so, kind and gentle and thoughtful and funny and smart?”
You overhear and confront him. Asking if it was him who’d been sending the flowers, he admits it shyly and that he’d never been good at stuff like this. You smile and blush and stutter that he’ll have to come over some time and see what you’ve done with the pressed flowers. He’s in love.
Thinking about how ghost has this uncanny ability to settle babies right down...and yet he has no interest in having one of his own.
That doesn't stop him from knocking on your door while baby screams herself dry at 2am. He can block the noise easily, wouldn't be where he is if he couldn't, but he knows your upstairs neighbor will submit a complaint.
"Ah, sorry for keeping you awake simo–" you mumble, tired when you answer the door. Bags under your eyes, formula on your shirt.
"No. You go sit down. Where is she?" Ghost huffs, squeezing past you through the door. Despite the question, he's already bee-lining to your room, where baby's crying carries through the entire apartment.
"I don't know what's wrong. She's not hungry, not gassy. Won't cuddle, won't suck her paci–" you trail off, dazedly watching simon gently cradle your little girl in his arms and have her settled in mere minutes. "...what."
Your baby, who's made it her life's mission to scream nearly every night, is curling chubby fingers into ghosts hoodie and humming all happy.
"Just needed my jacket, I think. Picky girl," ghost hums fondly, tucking her whole tiny body into one arm. With the other, he steers you towards your bed. "You need to sleep. I'll get her handled, okay?"
Anyone else would say that you're crazy for letting a man you aren't dating or married to be alone in your apartment with your kid. To which you would tell them about how he pulled you out of your darkest moments while trying to parent alone. How he never judges you. How he wants nothing but the best for your little girl.
So you nod, yawn and settle down. "Okay...thank you, simon."
In the morning, baby will be back in her crib snuggled up tight, and ghost will have left a hot jug of coffee on your counter.
ghost x fem!reader
warning: degrading kink, dirty talk, mating press, fingering, unprotected sex, somno
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imagining ghost coming home early from a four month long mission where he was deployed in the middle of nowhere.
His body was sore and heavy by the time he got home to the front door, boots that are covered in mud are now kicked off to the side right next to the shoe rack you keep tidy and clean.
Ghost drops his bag at the entrance of the living room, right where the carpet begins because he knows you hate a messy white rug. After all you do put a lot of effort into making the house look neat for him everyday, just incase he got home early.
And there you are, lying on the couch with your left leg hiked up showing off your ass with his shirt on, no panties on underneath.
You’re snuggling into your favorite squishmallow that he won at a carnival when you guys first started dating. It was nothing special, some military fund raiser he invited you to but to you it was everything. The first gift he gave you, the ridiculous amount of money spent on tickets, photos from the photos booth that you keep in a picture frame right beside the bed you both sleep in together.
He grew hard at the sight of you, already being impatient from the long ride home and all of the months spent apart. He took soft steps towards the couch and squatted in front of you, the tv casts a soft light onto your face that makes you flow perfectly while little snores are coming out of your mouth.
Ghost softly moves you from lying on your back to your chest, moving you with care so that you don’t wave up. Little do you know what’s about to happen.
He takes advantage of you having no panties on and pushes your legs apart more so that your soaking pussy is on display. His breathes are coming out short and controlled, admiring the sight before he fucks it up. Literally.
Your leg is pushed up even further so that your left knee is now touching your chest, all of the movement still doesn't wake you up and Ghost is silently thankful for that.
What a sight it is too.
Your folds are dripping wet, like your cunt knew he was coming home that night. He spreads your folds with his thumbs so he can really see the inside, his true home.
Ghost takes his cock out, thick and girthy with veins especially on the underside of his cock. He runs his tip up and down your folds coating it in your slick that seems to be a never ending waterfall, like your body knows that he is there and about to fuck you senseless.
He slowly pushes his tip in and instantly feels the tightness around his tip. His cock slowly sinks into you until all 7 inches are inside.
You start to shift in your sleep, soft pants are coming from your mouth and only get heavier the more he thrusts into you. When his cock hits your g-spot is when you wakeup.
Your eyes jolt open as you finally realize what is happening, your husband who is supposed to be deployed for 2 more months, is on top of you fucking you like if he loosens his grip you'll disappear.
"G-ghost, what're you- right there baby- doing home so early?" you whimper, the pleasure so toe curling that you can't speak without stuttering.
He doesn't answer you as he keeps thrusting into you even harder now, although his mask is still on you can feel and see his eyes on your face as he admires the way you look right now. Your eyes keep rolling back so far back into your head they might as well stay there, with every thrust it gets harder to talk.
Ghost pulls his cock out to flip you onto your stomach into your favorite position, he pushes you into a mean arch with one hand pushing down hard into the arch with the other hand on the back of your throat.
The only sounds coming out of his mouth are the hard grunts coming from when he is putting all of those years of military strength into the movements of his hips, snapping his hips so hard into yours that the fat from your ass ripples.
Your whimpers only get louder as your orgasm approaches and it suddenly comes on you that Ghost isn't wearing any type of protection, and even worse? Your birth control prescription ran out months ago.
You try to tap your hand against his pelvic bone to signal to him to slow down so you could speak without whimpering but he ends up slapping it away.
"I don't care if I'm not wearing a condom, I'm cuming inside" Ghost's pants grown heavier as his release approaches
"Tell me you want it inside you like the little slut you are, tell me how much you want my cum baby." Ghost grunts and slows his thrusts into deeper, harder, more meaningful almost as if he is done fucking you and is now making love to you.
"I want in inside so badly, please please please." The whimpers are endless as you feel them so deeply as if they're inside of your gut
At the same time both of you cum, his cum filling your insides at the same time you're squirting around his cock.
He pulls out and lays down on his back into the couch, pulling you into his chest with his arms wrapped around you like a blanket of comfort.
Your pants are slowing down from the high you just reached, body exhausted from what seems like hours of fucking.
"Welcome home soldier" you say when you go up to kiss his lips as you're cuddling together.
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im soooo sorry for not updating as often guys i started a new job so it's getting a little hard to write in my free time 😅😓
unedited 7/18/26
No thoughts just johnny reconnecting with art by making origami figures for you...
Sure, he draws in his notebook, doodles about the witty mechanic he spends too much time around. But he hasn't made anything physical, something that can really be held in the palm of his hands for years now.
It started after you mentioned your love of animals. Soap had pulled off one of the sticky notes you kept on your desk and, with a proud "i think I still know how," soap made a simple origami frog.
The cutest thing you've ever seen, he even drew a face on it.
After that, it was tradition. A little zoo accumulating on your desk. Animals made from notebook paper, origami paper, the printer paper that keeps disappearing from the office. Swans, dinosaurs, foxes and cats.
You'd make some too, insisting soap shows you how it's done. His rough hands over yours, guiding them to be delicate along the crease of paper. You insisted on giving the swan to him.
Then he left.
Price was kind enough to include you in clearing out his room, though you seldom spoke to the other men. You had no idea why until ghost told you "johnny was yours since the beginning. Just...never had the guts to tell you."
You spent days staring at the animals lined up in rows. Thinking.
Surgical precision, the kind taught to you by johnny. You unfold the a swan, and find scribbled on the inside "i think about you all the time." Another, "you're the kindest person i know." After that, "I think I love you."
Each animal a confession handed right to you. Held in your hands and loved.
The swan you made for him joins the animals now moved to your nightstand.
Simon Riley is very much like a stray dog
cw: yandere Ghost towards the end
The first time you meet him after moving in the apartment next to him he barely acknowledges your existence, only stopping for a moment, looking you up and down and then moving on, apparently having decided that you weren't a threat.
Bringing him a tray of homemade muffins has him looking at you suspiciously and only after sniffing them does he finally eat one. The only thanks you get is a half-pleasant sounding grunt between mouthfulls of muffins, he even picks up the crumbs.
After that you bring him cookies and a caraf of lemonade because last time he was almost choking with how fast he inhaled the food. It happens the same with the cookies, shoving handfulls of them into his mouth and then washing it down with lemonade, downing the entire thing in a few gulps.
Maybe it's your soft side acting up, but you get it into your head that poor Simon must be starving so you decide to keep feeding him. You learned his name after the fourth time bringing him food and sometimes when you're cooking something and hear his door open, you just pop your head out in the hallway and call him to taste test.
The first few times he entered your apartment he was a little apprehensive, refusing to sit down and keeping an eye on the door. Now he comes and goes during all the hours of the day, murmuring about having smelt something good. Sitting on your couch with a plate on his lap and eating contentedly while watching one of your favourite shows, staying longer and closer to you with each visit.
It's unfortunate that you left on vacation a day before he returned from a long deployment. Imagine your surprise when you come back late at night, exhausted after the long flight and plop onto your bed without turning on the lights. It's only after your eyes get used to the dark that you finally notice a dark shape at the end of the bed, his face obstructed, but the hunger in his eyes unmistakeable.
It's your fault really. Don't you know not to feed strays? They always come back for more.
this is totally not why I bake a lot irl
Part 2 of this post!
Line cook!Simon who's been sweet on you lately, always making sure to get your tables tickets out as fast as possible, and managing to sneak you a snack during your shifts.
He always brushes it off, shrugging about it when you ask, 'was tryin' somethin' new ou', luv, tell me f'its good, yeah?', knowing he would never let you eat anything less than delicious. Regardless, hes always eagerly watching for your approval, wanting to see that stupid smile on your face as you gush about his work.
Waitress!Reader whos saved plenty of money on meals, because even with your employee discount, appetisers and sides cost a fair bit of money when it adds up over the week. Not that it mattered anymore, Simon was always using his cooks discount to get you main meals, 'no' gonna le' 'is luvie, go hungry, will 'e?'
Head chef!Price who cocks a brow every time SImon does it, but never pries. Game is game, after all.
Simon who always makes sure to give you a lift home, even when you finish earlier than him, using his break to do so. He also manages to learn that your crappy studio flat is in the bad part of town...
Line cook!Simon who is quick to suggest you moving in with him. He lives close to your uni, you'd save money on rent, and be able to travel to work together most days.
You're quick to agree, it sounding like a dream to not worry about rent or transport and to live with your friend who's been so sweet to you!
Now he just has to figure out how to ask you out and address your lack of self preservation, because really luv, youd only known him a few months...
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A/n: wait guys I might lowkey be onto something, let me cook up my idea 🫰 ALSO, if there are any specific posts of mine that you want a part 2 for, let me know cause im struggling to decide ("-ࡇ-)
you fumble with your keys. it's difficult to open the door with shaky hands. but you finally manage. you're too exhausted. and there's only one thing on your mind; curling up in bed with your man.
you kick off your boots and walk in your shared home, dropping your bag in the hallway with a loud thud. that's what lets him know you're back.
finally, simon emerges from the shadows, walking down the hallway to greet you.
"hey, love."
he takes your face in his hands. looking you over, he can see how utterly exhausted you are.
you wrap your arms around his neck, droopy eyes locked onto his as he leans in, stealing a kiss from your lips.
"i was just making your favorite."
you can't help but smile. simon had always been the type to show his love with small actions. no big gestures. no loud words. just loving you in his quiet way. and that's what made you fall in love with him in the first place. and every day from then.
"thank you. hope it wasn't too much work." you respond, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his strong arms around you in a much-needed warm hug.
"not at all, love. i just hope it's edible enough."
you chuckle, looking up at him, only to be met by his loving eyes. you can never get over his eyes. the deep brown, laced with the emotions he keeps locked away, the profound pain that courses through his veins, and the burning devotion he harbors for you in his heart. all on display right before your eyes.
"it will get cold, love."
his deep voice pulls you out of your trance, his tone slightly teasing. and you notice the knowing smirk plastered on his face. "right." you look away quickly, suddenly feeling shy.
simon leads you to the table, placing the delicious looking meal he prepared in front of you.
despite his calm demeanor, his heart is doing flips in his chest, hoping that it's all to your liking.
you quickly dig in, taking in the mouth-watering aroma before taking a spoonful of the food and bringing it to your lips, tasting the delectable flavor that you love.
you close your eyes and let out a delighted moan, making him chuckle and sigh in relief. "that good, huh?"
"hmm. fucking amazing!" you reply, filling your mouth with more of the delicious food.
you don't see the way he smiles at you. as if he's falling in love all over again.
when you're done, simon tags along as you do your nightly routine, sitting on the bed while you organize your stuff for tomorrow, following your every move with adoring eyes.
you stop for a moment, looking his way and smiling for the umpteenth time that night, before going to brush your teeth and do your skincare.
he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and slowly leaning in, lips finding your neck, kissing softly, tenderly.
"it tickles." you giggle with your mouth full of foam. he chuckles into your neck, making you coil into yourself as it tickles even more.
simon watches you in awe while you do your work. and when you're done, he carries you to bed, gently placing you on the newly washed sheets and getting in after you.
he takes you in his arms, pressing your back onto his chest, legs tangled as he holds you tightly. safe and secure. you nuzzle closer into him, smiling to yourself.
"goodnight, love."
"night, si."
you smile softly at his image on your mind. only for it to falter as his phantom starts to fade away. your eyes sting as tears gather at the corners. you squeeze them shut, trying to fight the thoughts away, but fail miserably as it dawns on you that you have to learn to live with the truth that he's not real.
Imagine john price, your husband, saying he has something important to tell you...
You knew it was bad when his method of warning you was text you received after he was already out the door. John isn't the kind of man to run from his problems. Strategically create distance? Sure. But to refuse to look you in the eye over a request to talk?
It didn't feel good.
You spent the whole day on autopilot, terrified. What the hell could he need to talk to you about? John isn't the man to cheat, you're sure of it. But...did you upset him? Is it bad news?
When john comes home, he looks terrified. Brings you to the bedroom, reaches for a box you didn't know was in the closet, and....pulls out...a...stuffed bear?
"John? What's this about?" You ask, carefully watching your husband. The bear looks like any other, except for the matting of its fluff and lumpy shape, worn down by years of holding. "Is that yours?"
John, your sweet handsome john, he looks near tears when he whispers "he's mine. I...i sleep with him every night. He...helps...me."
You nod, try to avoid any facial expression because you know this is sensitive for him. His body braced, you smile softly "okay. Does he have a name?"
"What?" John genuinely gasps, shallow and breathy like he nearly escaped death. "Yer...yer fine with it?"
"Yes, I'm fine with it. He can stay on the bed or wherever you want him, john." You gently reach out, and when price doesn't pull away you gently pet the bears fur "we can make room for him, yeah?"
Price clears his throat, refuses to look at you. "Yeah. We can make room."
Thinking about ghost who loves fat!reader...
You know he loves you, there's no secret about that. Ghost is far too blunt and uncaring to put up an act. Still...you notice how underneath the fat he's all muscle and strength and fit. Underneath your fat it's just...fat.
"Lovie? Wots wrong? Yer not eating yer food." Ghost narrows his eyes on his first night back from a two month op.
You've made his favorite, the exact meal you cooked on your first date together. Rich, creamy pasta and buttery garlic bread. You don't touch it, despite how much you want to, despite loading ghost's plate up with two servings.
Instead, you pick at the salad you've come to hate over the past weeks, and mumble "I'm uh...I'm trying to lose some weight, si."
"Huh?!" Ghost gasps, sounding absolutely devastated. "Why would you do that, love? What's wrong, did I do something??"
"What– no!" You flush, avoiding ghosts face even when he takes your hands, "it's just...isn't it embarrassing? Walking around with me when you look so good? I hear what people say..."
People astonished that someone as hot as ghost would take pity on an ugly, fat thing like you. With your double chin and belly that hangs out of nearly every pair of jeans you own.
Ghost, he makes an absolutely wounded noise.
"Embarrassed? Fuck, no lovie. Do y'know how 'ard it is keeping my hands to myself in public?" Ghost grunts, doesn't hesitate to walk around the table and kneel by your seat, looking reverent up at you "how much i want to just leave it all behind and move away with you? How i think about you, all of you, during bad missions?"
Ghost moves the salad out of the way like it personally offended him, spoons that delicious pasta and your favorite amount of sauce onto a plate instead. "I want you, got it? C'mon, eat. Need yer energy before I eat you tonight."
That makes your face burn with more than just tears. So you eat, and god is it good. Ghost smiles with every bite, happy to share this moment with you, happy to keep you fed, happy to have you.
Rest
~ 🗡️ Bagginshield 🛡️ ~
Everybody lives, all audiences, no warnings apply
It was the sound from the other room that woke him. He lay still for a moment with his eyes closed, just listening, trying to ascertain how bad it was. From the muffled quality of the coughing, it was clear that Bilbo was trying his hardest to smother the noises. But it seemed that a particularly violent fit had caught him, and the hacking was reverberating throughout the smial, all the way into the bedroom.
Imagine a mandalorien people where it has always just been completely normalised and part of their society, that sometimes they just have a few madaloriens who are yandere. The devotion to their darling is seen as admirable and very sweet. And them keeping them is considered completely normal. As long as they don't treat the darling badly in any way. Darlings are seen as precious, and best kept safe and loved. Mandaloriens don't understand why a darling would have anything against being adored like that by their yandere.
Queue darling!Luke repeatedly trying to escape from Mandalor, cause "He has important duties as a jedi, that he needs to fulfil!". And him just being cooed at by the mandaloriens in the city, and gently herded back to yandere!Din. They think it's so sweet that their Mand'alor let's his consort roam around away from the palace to his hearts desire. But he's just confused. And he needs to stay on the planet where they can all keep him protected. And where he can be loved and doted on by Din.
I love yandere Din so much. So, so much! I can see that happening. Din being incredibly overprotective over his spouse. No leaving or Din will have a complete breakdown and try to take over the galaxy to find him. So, honestly, if you think about it, it's for the best that Luke stays in place.
Din will get a Luke-withdrawal if he's out of Din's sight and that's just not fair at all.
woke up thinking about Din having to fight every mandalorian who lays eyes on Luke for his hand in marriage
Boba Paz Bo-Katan Koska Axe. Literally every mando who meets him is like yes, this one is the ideal riduur, come skywalker we will say our vows.
Din is tired. But he also ends up wielding the darksaber again and being king and married to skywalker so is he really that mad
Din would really prove himself as Mand'alor after taking on all the battles for Luke's hand.
Luke would just be in the background, "Din, I can fight for my own hand and then marry you...you know I can win." Din, trying to punch Paz through the helmet, "It's the principle of things!!"
RETURN OF THE JEDI (1983) Dir. Richard Marquand
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