#don't speak

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His childhood nurse recognizes Odysseus, disguised as a beggar on his return to Ithaka. He tells her not to give him away. Illustration based on John Flaxman's 18th century line drawing.

The Toils and Travels of Odysseus. 1926. Frontispiece.

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[peach4pazzi]

don't speak

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

tags: angst w happy ending, rejected confession, smut

word count: 2.7k

she’s never been someone who hurts other people. but here she is, hurting the most important girl in her life in the worst possible way.

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[jobean12-blog]

Never

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader/The Mandalorian x reader

Word Count: 300

Summary: Every time you're with him might be your last, so you hang on to every moment.

Author's Note: This is for June 30th and the LAST DAY :( of @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles and the song: 'Don't Speak by No Doubt,' and the lyric: "Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'." I'm so thankful to the lovely ladies for hosting this event, it has kept me going this month! And thank you all so much to those of you who have read, commented and shared these stories, it means so much! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: tension, p in v smut, everyone is needy and desperate

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Every piece of his armor still covers his body but his helmet and gloves, so when his hands reach for you, the feel of his rough palms is like a brand on your skin. You memorize every  brush of his fingertips, every sound that breaks from his lips.

You kiss him like he’s the answer to everything, your hands trailing over the beskar and falling to his ammo belt. The buckle clicks opens and you fumble with his pants.

He stills, lips parted but you press a finger to their softness. “Don’t speak. I know what you’re thinkin’.”

His mouth closes but not before he kisses your fingertip, then drags his teeth down your throat, fists bunching around your pants.

His gaze meets yours, dark and unyielding before he slides his cock through the wetness between your legs. The teasing doesn’t last long, his restraint crumbling completely when he drives deep inside you.

The sound of his desire, his desperation, lights an inferno inside you, and you meet every punishing thrust of his hips with one of your own. Your fingers rake through his hair, deepening the kiss and holding him as close as possible, all your senses ablaze.

His armor digs into your soft curves, and you tilt your hips toward him, moaning his name when he sweeps your leg up and around his waist to sink even deeper.

“Again,” he demands, voice rough and low. “Say my name again.”

You climb together, clenching around his cock as he fucks you harder than he ever has. Your orgasm slams into you and he follows with a low rumbling sound, his cock pulsing as he spills his hot release, his name on your lips.

“Tell me this isn’t goodbye,” he whispers, still inside you.

“I could never tell you goodbye.”

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"Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf, for true peace comes from being able to listen to the world, not from being drowned out by your own words." Man, who speaks constantly, is self-centered and loses contact with the world that "speaks" to us all the time - through the sound of the wind, the behavior of animals or the signs in the sky. To hear this, you need to silence your own self. - The Wisdom of the Cherokee.

We could follow the example of the Indians.

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