So Um Apparently I've Been Living Under A Rock For The Past Couple Weeks. One I Didn't Know The Music

So um apparently I've been living under a rock for the past couple weeks. One I didn't know the music video for temporary was out and two EMINEM IS GONNA BE A FREAKING GRANDPA. The music video made me cry, especially when em started crying, the card was everything. I loved the videos oh my goodness the girls were so cute when they were younger. And yall I cant describe to you how much this has affected me. This man means the world to me. He's been sober for almost as long as I've known and been listening to him. His music makes me super happy and sappy. Y'know he's older than my dad by like 1 or 2 years but he's still fine as wine. I know I know crazy eminem fan alert but how can I not. But back to the other stuff, I've been listening to eminem honestly since I had been born, my mom loved him and my sister loved him. I've loved him practically ever since honestly. But I only ever started appreciating him until this last year or so. I mean there's times we're I'm not in the mood and I've got a certain music taste I want to listen to. I've got a lot of styles all right? But I'll always come back to marshall. Because he's the one thing that's never let me down. And I'm so happy to see him having the best life he can because he's long past over due for a happy life. He deserves it so much. Now all there's left for me to do is to see him live in concert and then honestly I can die happy. But in truth I'll probably never live to see that dream come true. All that matters is that Em is happy and living the life he deserves especially as a new grandpa.

Skin - The Boys Of Summer Drabble | Din Djarin ☀️

Written for The Boys Of Summer Drabble Series ☀️

Summary: You and Din wake up together on a summer's morning on Nevarro.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (No name, confirmed age, physical description or confirmed ethnicity of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 1k

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

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Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy this series of summer drabbles featuring some of the Pedro Boys! ☀️

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | DIN DJARIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

The sunlight filters into the abode, its rays breaking in behind your eyelids, casting a gentle warmth over your face.

It's the beginning of a new summer's day on Nevarro, a day full of potential and waiting to be explored and basked in. The light, soft and golden, seeps through the windows, a tranquil atmosphere that envelops you in a serene embrace.

As you slowly open your eyes, adjusting to the bright bokeh of the morning, your gaze is met with the sight of his body turned away from you, sleeping peacefully on his side. 

The broad expanse of his back is like a wide canvas of bronzed skin, a landscape marred by white, jagged streaks that tell tales of battles fought and survived. Each scar a testament to his resilience, etched into his flesh with sharp precision.

You find yourself captivated by the way these scars ripple across his skin, yearning to trace your fingers over them again. The ridges and bumps create a map beneath your touch, contrasting with the otherwise smooth surface of his freckled back.

You remember the sensation of running your lips over those scars, feeling the subtle differences in texture where the skin has healed. The thought of listening to his reaction, the soft shudder that reverberates through him, excites you.

The Mandalorian is known for the fierce noises he makes - grunts of exertion, hisses of pain through clenched teeth during bloody combat. Curses and yells as he fights to the death. Yet, there’s another side to him - a more vulnerable aspect that reveals itself in quieter, tender moments. 

In the intimacy of your explorations, as you trace the scars with your mouth, you coax out delicate whines and soft whimpers from him. These sounds are different from the battle cries; they’re the sounds of his surrender, his raw need for you. 

His voice always trembles with a plea for more, more of your touch, more of your affection. More, Mesh’la. When you indulge in those moments, exploring the terrain of Din’s back with your lips and hands, you can feel him melting under your attention.

He stirs from sleep, his broad shoulders hunching up a little. He wipes a hand across his face, feeling the rough callouses of his fingers against his closed eyelids. His mind heavy with sleep, he rubs away the stickiness until his lashes begin to flutter open.

Soft light filters through, dilating his deep pupils as he becomes aware of the warm textures around him. The air is filled with a gentle scent of you. Taking these precious moments to adjust, he stretches out, feeling his bones crack and hearing the faint sound of joints popping. He licks his lips, tasting salt, and notices the dryness around his gums.

Running his fingers down his clammy chest, each movement is slow and deliberate, a way to ground himself in the present moment. He turns his gaze to you, lying peacefully beside him with your eyes closed. Though you appear to be sleeping, he knows you're awake. He can tell by the subtle changes in your breathing, the slight hitch that betrays your awareness.

The curve of your hips catches his attention, a mesmerising landscape of mountains and valleys that calls to him. His fingers twitch involuntarily, driven by a deep-seated desire to reach out and touch you. He longs to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips, to trace the gentle slopes and contours that define your form. The urge to pull you closer is almost overwhelming.

He imagines the sensation of your body pressed against his, the softness of your curves moulding to the hard planes of his own. He envisions the moment when he pulls your hips toward him, aligning your bodies perfectly. The thought of sheathing himself within you, feeling that intimate connection, sends a shiver down his spine.

His breath hitches, mirroring the change in yours, as he inches closer to you. The anticipation builds, a magnetic pull that draws him nearer. His hand finally makes contact with your hip, the touch light and tentative at first. He feels the warmth of your skin, the way it gives slightly under his touch. His fingers tighten, pulling you closer with a gentle, yet insistent force.

Din inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling it seep into his bloodstream. His hooked nose traces invisible lines against your own. With a soft, ghostly kiss pressed to your lips, you smile, savouring the tender moment.

His touch is gentle, almost ethereal, yet it carries the weight of his affection. The warmth of his lips lingers on your skin, a fleeting connection that speaks volumes. As he pulls back, you hear him reaching for his helmet, the iconic Beskar armour that is both his shield and his prison.

He pauses, taking a final moment to look at you without the barrier of his helmet. His eyes, full of emotion, convey a silent farewell to this intimate moment.

When he places the helmet over his head, you can see the transformation. The sweet, vulnerable man you just shared a kiss with becomes the formidable Mandalorian once more, his face hidden behind the cold, unyielding metal.

A soft, modulated voice greets you from the helmet's speaker, "Good morning, Mesh'la." 

You smile, still feeling the warmth of Din's kiss imprinted on your mouth. “Morning.” You reply, your voice filled with affection.

Your eyes meet the dark visor of his helmet, and though you can't see his face, you know he’s looking at you with the same intensity and care.

You reach out, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of his helmet. It's a stark contrast to the warmth of his kiss, yet it's a part of him - a part you've come to accept, respect and love. 

As Din stands, ready to face whatever the day brings, you feel a sense of pride and affection. The Mandalorian may be a warrior, but to you, he’s also a partner, a lover, and a protector.

And in this quiet morning moment, the sunlight filtering in with its golden streaks, you’re reminded of the strength and depth of your bond - one that no amount of Beskar can ever conceal.

🍦Thank you so much for reading, and I'd love to hear your thoughts. If you enjoyed this story, please consider re-blogging so others can find it on their dash and enjoy it too! Happy summer, lovelies! ☀️🖤

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | DIN DJARIN MASTERLIST

ARE YOU TODAY’S DATE?

BECAUSE YOURE 10/10

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list: favorites of each category are in purple, eliminated are crossed

The "love" ones: Bucky (Marvel), Boone (Twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla, Bandit, Bruno, Guinness, Diesel, Sparrow, Milo, Baloo (Jungle Book), Perceus or Percy/Perc (Percy Jackson), Winston (after a horse i used to ride), Balto (Balto), Bowser (Mario)

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (Marvel), Rooster (Top Gun), Jensen (the Actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar, Scooter, Reuben or Roo, Cappuccino or Cap, Angus or Gus (Disney's Brave), Dakota or Kota, Hawk, Drogo (GOT)

The "liked" ones: Bruce (Harley Quinn), Tyler (Twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Walter or Wally, Mudflap, Otis (Chicago Fire), Simon or Si (cod ig), Tango, Halo, Wedge, Equinox or Quin/Nox, Pluto (the planet)

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (Top Gun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!

P1 here.

Ghost walks through the door of your home as if he owns the place, tossing his keys onto the coffee table and shrugging off his gear by the door. He remembers your address by heart and recognizes the space he's walking through once again. 

Glancing around, he expected to see you greet him at the foyer only to be met with silence. Ghost passes by your couch, gloved fingers running against the back while his mind replays the sounds of your needy moans from when he fingered you on the cushions just weeks ago.

Ghost has had countless flings and meaningless one night stands, but never did he expect any of the doves he's played with to actively call for more. 

Though he wasn't complaining.

A creaking floorboard causes his head to snap towards the stairs. There, he sees you cautiously descending, the sides of your nightgown clutched anxiously in your palms. “I didn't think you'd actually show.” 

Simon stares at you, his eyes roaming over your form, taking in every dip and curve visible through the lacey material. He lets out a heavy breath, fist clenched in deep restraint as he thanked every single god above for what's standing in front of him. “How can I ignore a civilian in need?”

Your laugh makes him still, the mirthful chuckle and the smile on your lips making the tent in his pants ache painfully.

Did you know what you were doing to him? How just your chuckles alone stirred something profound?

“So… upstairs or on the couch?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“You wanted me here, love. Dealers' choice.” Simon watches you fumble, fingers thumbing over the lacing decorating the bottom of your nightgown.

“Upstairs then.”

For Simon, everything seems to happen in blurs. Just moments ago he was standing by the stairs and the next he's in between your legs, one large hand splayed over your stomach having you lay back motioning for you to relax as he eats you out like a man starved.

He doesn't remember how he got here; all that matters now is the taste of your cunt on his tongue. Simon laps at your glossy lips, tongue gliding your sensitive folds to your clit, making sure to give both his undivided attention. He needed no words to know he was doing a good job; your knees attempting to lock behind his head was added confirmation if your whines for more weren't enough.

“Can't you just put it in?” You huff in between moans, attempting to sit up on your elbows despite his efforts to keep you down.

“Shhh…” Simon coos, pressing a fleeting kiss on your pearl before pulling away his chin and lips shining your slick. “Look at that, practically begging for me.” A thick digit runs down your slit, gathering a pool of wetness and licking it off his fingers. 

Simon gazes at your cunt, observing how just his lips hovering near causes your weeping hole to clench around nothing. He could watch this all day. Watch how badly you needed him. How only he had the privilege to hear you beg.

“Alright, fussy bird,” He stands up straight, his shadow completely consuming you, the stark differences between you two are evident. Simon is not a small man in the slightest. Everything about him screams large. His presence commands attention, from his muscular arms down to his sturdy thighs.

Simon grabs ahold of your waist, pulling you against his bulge, slowly grinding his hips up and down, teasing you along the rough fabric of his jeans. He shows a little restraint, purposely holding back in hopes of hearing more pleas. “Come on, love, tell me what you need.”

This is what you dreamed of. His hands, his voice, his lips against your skin, a true dream come true. The final stretch was so close, so near and yet he still kept you tethered to the edge. “Please, I need it,” You mewl desperately, hips bucking for more friction.

Simon chuckles lightly, watching as you practically bounce in anticipation. "Someone's in a hurry," he jokes, despite his growing ardor matching your own.

With nimble fingers, he quickly unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers until he's bare to you. His eyes bore into yours as he did so, a silent question in them. His large cock sprang free, bobbing up against his stomach in time with his rapid heartbeat. 

The sight of his length, standing proud and erect, was enough to intensify the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. Finally, you'd be full once again, getting to feel that cock of his in places no one else can reach. You nod all too eagerly, laying back to fully embrace everything.

With a swift lift of your hips, Simon nudges the edge of himself against you, drawing a ragged groan as he feels the wet heat of your waiting entrance. One hand grabbing his length, he slowly guided his throbbing cock against your slick folds. The head of his erection teased your entrance for a moment, before he pressed forward, burying himself inside you. “Fuck, fuck, more, please.” 

Simon can't help but smirk at your eagerness, patting your thigh appreciatively. “Can't rush things, dove. Don't want you breaking.” It's a slow push, his cock stretching your welcoming heat inch by inch. As he bottomed out, he let out a throaty groan, his fingers digging into your hips, anchoring you to him.

You cum in that exact moment, your pussy squeezing tightly around him and milking his cock. It feels like a faucet that won't stop dripping, coating his length with your sweet juices. For a brief moment you're dazed, head swimming and unable to hear anything over the sound of your heavy breathing.

“Fuck me,” he breathes, admiring the sight of you breathless. You feel like velvet, your pussy a vice he wasn’t sure he’d be able to quit. His thumb pushes against your clit and you whine, your voice high-pitched.

“Sensitive, please,” you beg, squirming until his hands force your hips down. Your lips are forced into an o shape, a silent scream forced from your chest when he does the exact opposite.

You’re not sure if you’re begging for him to stop or begging for more–it’s hard to tell when you’re being fucked within an inch of your life.

“Stay with me dove, stay with me,” Simon sneers, something depraved and feral in his voice. “Lemme make you feel good.”

Once the initial shock of cumming has passed, he begins to move inside you, setting a slow, deliberate pace. With every thrust, he claimed more of you, your bodies moving together in synchronicity. The scent of your sex mingled in the confined space of your bedroom, intensifying the intimate atmosphere.

Simon closes his eyes, wanting to savor the moment. Everything about this is mesmerizing. He'd rather be here than anywhere else in the world.

A hitched moan has him opening his eyes, his gaze boring into yours, wanting to see every flicker of pleasure that passes through you. Thank you, god, Simon thinks. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, but he held on, wanting to draw this pleasure out as long as possible. He wanted to give you everything and more.

“Feel like heaven,” he breathes. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted me nice and deep huh?”

His palm presses on your stomach where his cock bulges the skin, his grin wicked. “Poor girl, can’t make herself cum so she had to call me, yeah?”

You nod, a symphony of yes yes yes escaping you as Simon bears down upon you, the bed rocking with each movement.

“Had to call me because you know no one can fuck you like I can,” he says, “say it for me, c’mon.”

You hiccup through every word. “N-No one can fuck me—oh god—like you Si’—”

Your words make his ego grow, muttering of that's fuckin’ right streaming from his lips as he comes, the feeling sending your nerves on overdrive. 

As he felt you tightening around him, he knew you were close—as close as he was. His hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure. He stroked in rhythm with his thrusts, chasing your orgasm with his.

Your pleasure peaked simultaneously, his cum filling you as you cum around him, walls clenching and rippling along his length in your aftershock. After a moment, he pulls out carefully, the room filled with your heavy breathing. 

Neither of you spoke for a while, simply staring back at each other through lust-filled eyes and flushed cheeks. Simon starts his retreat, stepping back to make distance and pulling up his pants. Your hand on his makes him pause. He raises a brow, confused by your actions. He opens his mouth but you're quicker.

“We aren't done.”

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The original prompt was supposed to be a little thing; but so many people liked it, so here <3! This most likely won't be a series.

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list:

The "love" ones: Bucky (marvel), Boone (twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (marvel), Rooster (topgun), Jensen (the actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar

The "liked" ones: Bruce (harley quinn), Tyler (twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Wally, Mudflap

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (topgun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!