#i also think taking requests for these would be easier to get done than written fic requests

[onlyhuis]

i've said this before but... thoughts on text posts/smaus ? would only be one-shots bc i don't have the brainpower for a long series in any format, and also probably wouldn't be often but perhaps something short now and then

#[📬] — polls #i think theyre so fun to read but maybe thats just me #i also think taking requests for these would be easier to get done than written fic requests #i do have one completed for hao thats been sitting in my camera roll for quite a long time #my pinned says reqs are closed but we all know there's very little truth behind that so. go for it if you want

[jazzyoranges]

Can you write a friends with benefits situation Wednesday or Tara has with gp reader? Wednesday or Tara enforces a no strings attach policy but of course reader has to catch feelings and admits their feelings. It freaks Tara/wednesday and causes her to push them away and ghost them effectively hurting the reader who after a while tries to rebound with another girl causing major jealousy from Tara/Wednesday. You can choose the ending I just wanna see some jealous smut and angst mix in there 😩

She’s my Collar

Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Words: 4.6k (whoopsies)

Warnings: gp!reader, definitely ooc Wednesday, heat cycles, unprotected sex, knotting, explicit smut, everyone is 18+, Wednesday calls you a mutt and a puppy, breeding kink, is it really pet play if you’re actually a pet?, italian/spanish pet names and phrases, possessive Wednesday, fluff, angst i think

A/n: so sorry it took so long for me to write this anon who requested 😓 could be read as a prequel to this fic, but not specifically written as one. also i kinda strayed away from the original request, sorry about that too 😭🫶

MINORS DNI!

Wednesday didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling a certain emotion that was completely undesirable. You’ve been out sick for an entire week. Wednesday hadn’t seen you in the last 8 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. But who was counting? Definitely not the Addams girl

Others would say Wednesday looked the same as any other week, but Enid’s roommate senses were tingling. Constantly fiddling with her rings, the very prominent scowl on her face that was meaner than usual, and the common frustrated grunts when Wednesday would make a mistake with her writing. Something was up, and not even god herself couldn’t stop Enid from figuring it out

While Wednesday was smart in every aspect except social, Enid’s people smarts came in useful every now and again. It really didn’t take long for her to piece two and two together. Angry roommate while someone she frequently hung out with was out sick? It was child’s play, really. All she needed to do was have Wednesday come to the same conclusion as her

Easier said that done, really. Wednesday was a knucklehead not so smart when it came to emotions. Any emotion other than creating despair, Wednesday struggled with. Luckily Enid was dedicated and also a knucklehead

Currently Wednesday was seated at her desk, simply staring at a blank piece of paper without moving. On any normal day her fingers would be speeding across the typewriter with ideas constantly coming to her. Now she was met with absolute digital silence from her mind, which proved to be discouraging and inconvenient to say the least

“Alright, Wednesday. What’s going on?”

“I have not a clue what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been different this entire week. Spill the beans”

“As I’ve just said, I don’t have the information you want.”

“It’s because you haven’t seen her all week, right? You miss her, don’t you?”

“Why would I miss that mutt of a werewolf? I do not miss Y/n.”

“I never said her name, yet you know exactly who I’m talking about. Funny how that works, Wednesday” Enid teases. Her roomie has been caught red handed

“If you want your tongue, I’d recommend you stop talking.”

“Cmon, Wednesday, I’m being serious. It’s not weird to miss a friend. How about you check up on her?”

“First, I do not miss her. Second, she is definitely fine. I do not need to check up on her.”

“She’s been out sick for an entire week. She texted me just today the sickness isn’t showing any signs of stopping”

“Why has she not called the nurse, then?”

“She told me they ran out of the medicine she needs. The sickness is werewolf specific. I’ve gotten it before and it hurt like a bitch without medicine”

“What kind of school clinic runs out of medicine?” Wednesday says under her breath while getting up. Presumably to check on you, Enid assumes

“It’s really high in demand right now. It only infects werewolves, so you won’t catch it”

“I suppose I’ll ask Y/n on the specifics of her current condition. Perhaps it could be a part in my writings.”

“I’m sure it will be, Wednesday. Tell me how it goes!” Enid waves goodbye to Wednesday as she exits, and the Addams misses her roommates wolfish grin

Luckily your dorm isn’t too far away from Ophelia hall but it’s still a considerable walk to and from. The walk there gives Wednesday enough time to really question why she was doing this. She did not care for you, that was most definitely certain. At least that’s what Wednesday kept telling herself when she neared your room

The Addams girl hesitated before she knocked on your door. She could hear you whimpering and whining in pain, your tail quickly thumping against your bed. The shorter girl bit the bullet and held her fist against the door, quickly knocking on it

“Open up, Y/n or I’ll be forced to axe down your door.”

“Go away, Wednesday” Your voice was muffled

“Either I pick your lock or you open this door. Make your decision.”

Wednesday hears your feel shuffle to the door, and you open it just enough for your eye to peek out. Wednesday immediately notices your flushed skin and dark eye bags. You’re only wearing a tank top and boxers, trying to hide your lower body behind the door

“What do you want?” You spit out a bit more aggressively than you mean to

“I’ve come to check up on your illness”

“I’m uh- I’m okay. You can go now, Wednesday”

“You obviously aren’t, you haven’t gone to your classes all week.”

“Listen, I’m not actually sick. If I tell you what’s actually happening, promise you won’t freak out?”

“I promise.”

You suck in a breath to calm your nerves. “I’m in heat. The school clinic ran out of suppressants, so I haven’t been able to come to classes”

Wednesday looked you up and down, and in a split second she felt something she hadn’t before. Something about how your wolfish features came out. Ears were pressed against your head, tail hung low and swaying softly, and Wednesday noticed your fangs poke out when you spoke

“Let me help you.”

“W-What?” You momentarily stoped holding the door, and Wednesday let herself inside. Wednesday was immediately hit with a musk that was so… you. Werewolves weren’t her major, but she could tell you’ve marked your entire room with your own scent. Something about it made Wednesday’s mind think of all the unspeakable things she wanted to do to you

“Uh, sorry for the mess. And sorry for the smell, I know it’s bad…” You shift on your feet, and it’s only then Wednesday notices the tent in your boxers. Quickly mumbling out apology after apology, you move your tail so it covers your growing erection

“Stop apologizing, it’s getting quite annoying. I said I’d help you, did I not?”

“Help me like..?”

“Yes. Help you as in having sexual intercourse”

Your cheeks flush red and you have to actively stop your tail from wagging in excitement. Wednesday takes a step closer, but you take a step back

“A-Are you sure? You’re human, and I’m a werewolf. Your body isn’t designed to handle our heats”

Wednesday takes another step closer to you, grabbing your neck to make you look straight in her eyes. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your throat

“I decide what I can handle.” The shorter girl firmly gropes at your clothed erection, and you moan at the contact

“Wednesday, I-”

“A dumb puppy is what you are. Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d care” When Wednesday starts to massage your clothed cock more roughly, she earns another moan out of your throat

“Please, please make it better, Wednesday. It hurts so fucking much” You whimper, and Wednesday wonders if you’d look good in a collar with her name on it. She’d have to save that idea for a different day.

“Puppy.”

“Wednesday?”

“Take everything off. I want to see all of you.”

Wordlessly, you start to strip, which doesn’t take long since you’re barely wearing any clothes. Your mindless obedience made Wednesday happy. You start with your tank top and the Addams chooses to observe every part of you. Wednesday notices you’re considerably more furry than usual, your happy trail showing just above your boxer briefs

“Are you sure?” You ask nervously when you reach your boxers, and Wednesday is getting considerably more impatient

“Do I have to do everything for you?” Wednesday mutters while she takes off your boxers instead. The shorter girl sucks in a breath when your hardened cock slaps against your stomach

Wednesday didn’t expect you to be so… lewdly big. Looking at the size of your erection only reminded her your body was meant to breed. You were designed to reproduce, and the thought turned Wednesday on more than she liked

The shorter girl pushes you onto your bed, and she takes a second to look at the state you’re in

“Please, Wednesday…” You whine

“Be patient, Y/n. You’ll get there eventually”

“It hurts so much, please I can’t wait” Begging harder, Wednesday doesn’t likehow her first instinct is to give you what you want

“You’re lucky I tolerate you. If you were any other person, I’d think this was dehumanizing.” She pushes you further back, licking a stripe up your tip and across a vein. You have to stop yourself from cumming embarrassingly quick

Wednesday keeps giving your shaft long kitten-licks and you’re in heaven when she finally decides to suck your tip with a new type of hunger.

And due to previous attempts at suppressing your heat by yourself, your cock was absolutely raw at how much you masturbated. It only made Wednesday’s tongue feel even better

She hollows out her cheeks, making your tip hit the back of her throat. This earns a groan from the back of your throat. You didn’t know if touching was allowed due to her track record of broken arms and hands, so you decide to play it safe by just holding onto your bedsheets for dear life

“F-Fuck, I’m about to-“ Before you can finish your sentence, Wednesday pulls away from your cock. The look on your face is something Wednesday would like to cherish. Your penis was twitching like crazy. It was drooling with pre-cum and the shorter girls saliva. She couldn’t help but admire how you shook under her

“Why’d you stop?” Whining seemed to be a strong suit of yours

“In me.” Wednesday wipes a bit of her saliva off her chin, and you swear it’s the most attractive thing ever “Now.”

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean. Really, do I always have to spell it out for you?”

“You have to cut me some slack here, Wens…”

“I suppose I could provide an understanding for your view. You’re nothing but a dumb pup, are you not? Your kind is known to follow orders.”

“I think you’re confusing me with a domesticated dog, Wednesday”

“If I were to demand you pluck stars from the night, you would, would you not?”

“I mean I would, but for different reasons…”

“My point still stands.” Wednesday mumbles, sinking down on your erection. You don’t remember when she got naked, but you’re also not exactly complaining

The Addams holds onto your shoulders for support, and you hesitate before putting your hands on her hips. Luckily you made the right choice, your warm hands directly polar to Wednesday’s.

It takes a little effort for Wednesday to completely take in your cock, but the stretch is worth it when she sees your labored breathing like she’s the best pussy you’ve ever had. Which, Wednesday wouldn’t admit she was proud of. She could feel every vein on your cock and every twitch made her spiral into thoughts of you

The sight is funny, you think. The Wednesday Addams is impaled on your cock. The Wednesday Addams that saved Nevermore. The Wednesday Addams that was notorious for being gorgeously scary. That Wednesday Addams was riding your dick like her life depended on it.

Skin slapping together was music to your ears, and the feeling in your lower stomach you recognized well was rapidly building up. Wednesday came with a hitch in her breath, and you reluctantly pulled out before releasing your own cum with a groan. Both of you are left breathing hard.

“There will be a silver bullet in your skull if you so much as think about telling anyone about this.” Wednesday mutters in between breaths.

“Duly noted.”

—

You’ve been in this arrangement with Wednesday for about 4 months, now

The first month consisted of a casual fuck here and there. After a particularly hard week, teachers being annoying, or a hard test. It wasn’t difficult to keep your situation away from your friends. For all they knew, you two were still the platonic match-made-in-hell duo that were strictly friends

The second month was a little harder to keep your situation away from your friends. Wednesday would randomly pull you into any empty closet or classroom she could for a quick orgasm to get her through the day

The third month was rough. You two went on dates as you liked to call it, but Wednesday would call them study sessions or hangouts. Trips to Jericho on the weekend, Wednesday helping you with botany, it was practically impossible to separate both of you. Unfortunately your friends became suspicious

So during the fourth month, a new vampire transferred to Nevermore. You were assigned to give her a tour of the school and her classes. When Wednesday saw you two hang out when you’d usually see the Addams, she suspected the tour went better than anticipated. What Wednesday expected to be a minor inconvenience for one day, caused her many unwanted thoughts. It made a vein pop out of her neck. (not literally, but that’s what it felt like)

Wednesday noticed how you two started spending more time together after and during school. Of course there was definitely a reasonable explanation, you were her only friend. Unfortunately a very minuscule part of her brain is telling her you like the new vampire more than the Addams. The thought didn’t sit right with her

You were supposed to be Wednesday’s. You were supposed to only have eyes for the Addams and not some vampire that doesn’t even make you half as happy as her. You would always be Wednesday’s. When you finally realized the vampire wasn’t enough to satiate your needs, Wednesday would be there. She would be there to catch your fall, and the thought made her uncomfortable.

Wednesday Addams, a feared individual that wore her heart tucked under enough layers of blunt sarcasm and a deathly scary look, yet once glance from you sent her spiraling into something between fear and love. She hated it. She hated you. Wednesday hated you for bringing this side out of her she swore to be kept away from the surface of her character.

The Addams couldn’t afford this. You were her weakness. You definitely knew this as well. Unwanted doubt flooded her mind. Thoughts that ended up with you exploiting her only weakness made her heart ache, and not in a way she enjoyed.

You would end up breaking off your relationship with the Addams, leaving her to be made a fool as you were the only one that could do it. The worst part is Wednesday couldn’t even be angry with you. She knew you deserved someone of your own kind. Another werewolf that would understand and satiate your needs. Wednesday would end the arrangement the next time she saw you.

—

“(L/n).”

“Wednesday?” You open up your door with a smile on your face. A sight for sore eyes is what you were.

“We cannot continue our arrangement.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Wednesday wished she could take back her words, but she was doing this to keep herself safe. To make you happy.

“Our late night meetings can no longer continue. I’ve grown uncomfortable with your presence.”

“Wednesday, I-“

“A nuisance is what you are. You’re needy, and you can’t do anything by yourself. You really are just a dumb mutt. You are incapable of doing anything except cling to me like a lost child.” Wednesday spits out, and something akin to regret dawns on her face

Stray tears leave your eyes and you wipe them up as quickly as they fall, but Wednesday notices. She can tell you’re trying to be strong, your quivering lip giving you away

“I’m- I’m sorry you feel that way, Addams.” You say before turning your back on Wednesday, closing the door. Broken sobs escape your throat, and Wednesday brings her hand up to your doorknob. She thinks a little longer before a single tear falls from her eye. She turns to leave instead.

—

Three weeks, nearing four since you’ve last talked to Wednesday. You’ve been out for a week and a half and Wednesday knows exactly why. Since the Addams has been helping with your heats for the past few months, you haven’t needed to request for more suppressants. Neither you nor Wednesday knew why your heats were commonly hell-ish and lasted for weeks without the suppressants you desperately needed

Really, she could picture you right now. You would’ve found the boxers that created the least amount of friction, and you’d be whimpering and whining while your tail rapidly thumped against the bed mattress. Finding the nearest thing to bite, which usually happened to be your bed frame, you’d sink your teeth into the cold wood and find a splinter on your tongue the next time you brushed your teeth. Rinse and repeat until you eventually fell asleep or Wednesday saved you from your own body

It was pathetic how much you constantly needed Wednesday…and consequently, how much Wednesday needed you.

Disgusting is the only word Wednesday can choose when thinking of how much space in her mind you took up. She was seated in the Quad while eating an apple and contemplating her life. Which, was not in an ideal situation.

“I know you want to talk to her, Wednesday” Enid takes a seat near the shorter girl

“I do not.”

“I know for a fact you didn’t mean what you said. Unfortunately, you’re too stubborn to realize it”

“She has that new girl, does she not?”

“For the last time, Wednesday, they aren’t dating”

“They may as well be. The two are practically attached at the hip”

“So were you two, but then you decided to fuck it all up and haven’t talked to her since” Enid groans. This is was going to be harder than she thought

“Wednesday, you know how much I love you, right?”

“Annoyingly so.”

“Not-so-respectfully, you fucked up really bad. I know you didn’t mean it, but would you rather see her kiss another girl, or would you rather be the girl she kisses?”

The question makes Wednesday hesitate, and relief washes over Enid. Did she want to be with you? She mentally scoffs at the thought. The Wednesday Addams uncharacteristically soft for a girl. Outrageous. Disgusting. Absolutely unheard-

“Well, it seems you have your answer. Talk to her right now, ‘kay?” Enid knew her roomie would do the right thing even if it was gut wrenchingly difficult

The shorter girl only responds with a grumble, but it’s enough of an answer for Enid to skip away and continue being the social butterfly she was. Wednesday was going to… apologize to you. Just thinking of the word made her recoil, but it was you she was going to. As much as Wednesday didn’t like apologizing, she didn’t want to admit the thought of being away from you any longer was the worse option

She was almost in the same exact situation almost five months ago. Only this time you were sad, and it was Wednesday’s job to make you feel better (in more ways than one)

It didn’t take long getting to your dorm. She knew all of the correct routes and shortcuts to take. Wednesday was met with a tightly locked door and a knob that had collected dust after the past week and a half. She brought a hand to the door, knocking loudly

The Addams was only met with silence. That is, silence, with the exception of stray whines and whimpers

“It’s Wednesday.” Silence again.

“I know you’re in there. Ignore me and I’ll find other means to see you.” More silence

“You’ve made your decision.” The shorter girl sighs, taking a lock pick from her uniform pocket. Why she had a lock pick? For important situations like these, of course

When Wednesday finally managed to unlock your door, she noticed how you looked considerably worse than the first time the Addams decided to help you with your heat

What Wednesday didn’t expect was you fully naked sprawled on your bed. Bite marks littered your bed frame and a chew toy Wednesday bought to mock you, but it ended up being somewhat helpful. A low quality fan spun, only making your scent waft around the room even more. An air freshener was mentally added to her list of things to buy

“Go away, Wednesday.” You growled. You never growled. “If you’re here to mock me and call me a nuisance, I’d recommend you leave”

“I came to help.”

“You’ve full of bullshit, aren’t you?”

“I’m not lying, Y/n.”

“Go away, Wednesday, I’m not going to say it again.” The Addams only took this as an invitation to step closer to your bed where you were laying face down and a light blanket to cover your ass

When you only heard footsteps near, something inside you snapped. You were a werewolf. Not a puppy that said please with a tail between your legs. No, you would make Wednesday leave. Also you were sexually frustrated while in heat, so that was definitely fuel to your sour mood

Before she could register what had happened, you pinned the smaller girl to the floor. Your pupils contracted into small circles while there was a permanent snarl on your face

“I said, go away.” Your erection accidentally brushes against Wednesday’s thigh, and she was suddenly aware of how much self control you had for not already relentlessly stuffing the shorter girl full of your cum

“Knot me, cucciola.”

When the words leave Wednesday’s mouth, something in you changes. You’re overcome with sinful thoughts, and your cock starts to drool with precum at the image of Wednesday being full of you. It’s sinful, truly

“Is that why you came here? Just to be bred?”

“No, but it seems my words are working. You’re incredibly hard.” The shorter girl grabs your erection, jerking you off roughly

“Puppy.”

“Don’t… don’t call me that.” You say in between moans. Wednesday starts to sit up, and your back meets the side of your bed frame

“Cucciola wants to breed?”

“F-Fuck you.”

“We’re getting there, mi sol” The pet name accidentally slips, but you’re far too blissed out to notice

“She can’t make you feel as good as me, can she?”

“W-What? Who are you talking about?”

“You know who. The vampire that can’t get her hands off you.”

“Wednesday, we’re no-“ The shorter girl only started to stroke you faster. Her hand barely fit around your cock, but it still felt like heaven

“I don’t- I don’t like her that way” You say in between moans. Your orgasm was nearing and Wednesday knew this. She slowed down her pace, and you whined at the sudden loss of stimulation

“Knot me.”

“Huh?”

“Show me you don’t like her the way you like me.” You only notice your proximity after she speaks. Your noses are only inches apart. Wednesday’s eyes flick down to your lips, and you quickly close the distance

Wednesday was an addiction. Nicotine, acid, weed, none of it compared to how you felt while kissing Wednesday. You’d get drunk off her taste and crave it until she was in your arms once again. It was hell without her

When the shorter girl accidentally grinds on you, a surge of lust runs through your body. You quickly pick her up with your lips still attached to hers and take off her skirt. You couldn’t go another second without being in Wednesday

Sinking her onto your hardened erection, you let out a gasp of pleasure when her velvety walls stretch at your intrusion. You’re holding up her body by her thighs, and Wednesday just wishes you’d go faster.

“Cucciolo, ti amo.” The Addams moans when she looks down to see she’s only taken half of your length in her pussy. The sight is rather lewd, Wednesday thinks. Your cock is absolutely dripping with pre-cum when you push yourself further in her

“Mierda. Más, cachorro. Tan bueno para mi.” Wednesday slips into her native tongue. You haven’t seen her like this any other time she’s… helped you out

Bringing your lips to hers again, you decide to be in control when you push your tongue into her mouth. Eyes half lidded, bangs sticking to her forehead, and hair a bit disheveled, you think she’s never been prettier.

You let Wednesday rest a bit before sinking your cock deeper into her cunt, and the Addams ends up scratching you hard enough small amounts blood start to drip down your back. The sensation takes you by surprise. Accidentally bucking your hips up further into Wednesday, the girl lets out a groan as she fully takes your length in her pussy.

Placing her on the bed, you notice a tiny bulge in her stomach. You decide to be bold. Pressing your thumb against the intrusion, you hear a sound you’ve never heard before

Wednesday whimpers at your touch.

You do it again.

Her cunt squeezes around your cock, making it harder for you to keep thrusting. But you’re a wolf in heat and Wednesday is incredibly horny, so you continue your movements.

“Sh-She’ll never- she’ll never be as good as you, Wens…” An unexpected growl comes from deep within your throat

“No one can take my cock as good as you…” You’re thrusting considerably faster when Wednesday looks back down at where you two meet. The scenario folding out is a sight for sore eyes, the Addams thinks. You, feeding into your primal urges like it’s an unstoppable beast; and Wednesday willingly taking it in however she can.

“Cara mia.”

“Mine… mine all mine. No one else but mine…” You whimper a little pathetically, but the girl below you is only focused on your thrusts. Her cold hands find their way to your back again, leaving a trail of blood behind

“Yours, puppy. All yours.” Wednesday feeds into your possessive behavior. She knows she shouldn’t, but with you thoughts of reason leave her head and are replaced with thoughts of you

“Were you serious about the knotting, Wens?”

“Deathly.”

“Are you- mph~ sure? It’s kinda big…” The girl under you looks down again, and your ever growing knot seems to just be getting bigger and bigger. Even horny out of your mind, you still wanted to make sure your mate was alright.

…you decide to ignore that thought.

Your eyes were trained on how your erection stretched out Wednesday. Her pussy would be yours, and yours alone. Nobody would make her feel as good as you did. You’d make sure she wouldn’t need anyone else’s cock but yours.

A breathy moan erupts from your throat when you start to actively try to push your knot into Wednesday

“Relax for me Wens, it’ll never go in unless you want it too” You feel her tensed under your touch, but your words are enough for her to relax

Every thrust you get closer, until you eventually start to reach your peak. You can tell Wednesday is too. Her hair is messy and both of your bodies are littered with marks of possession.

“I-I’m so close Wens…” Are the last words you say before succeeding in pushing your knot into the Addams girl. You cum inside of Wednesday’s pussy, and the swell of your knot inside her is enough for Wednesday to cum impaled on your cock. The feeling of being full is an experience Wednesday wished she did with you far sooner.

You wiggle your hips to seemingly get more comfortable inside of Wednesday, but the movement only makes her moan. She was sensitive as hell.

“…was that enough proof I like you more than I like her?”

“More than enough, (Y/n).”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday (2022) #jenna marie ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #wednesday x y/n

[spicerackofblorbos]

i'm GOD AWFUL at answering my asks unless they're requests, I'm sorry a;sldkfjas;df but to everyone who has sent me hearts, good vibes, and sunflowers, I appreciate and love you all so much!! <3 i'm finally getting around to this one!

i've been ordered by kat to do 5 more so here's my top 10 favorite fics I've written!! These are ALL x reader!

1. Amethyst | Leon Kennedy 2. Unspoken Words | Levi Ackerman - Chapter One: November 3. Sunrise | Levi Ackerman 4. Home | Leon Kennedy 5. For You, I Would | Armin Arlert 6. Can I Go Where You Go? | Levi Ackerman 7. Are You There? | Levi Ackerman 8. Chasing Waterfalls | Toge Inumaki 9. You'll Be Okay | Levi Ackerman 10. What's Mine, Is Yours | Erwin Smith

And here's my answer to tay's ask about my fics!

❥ fic I loved writing the most

this will always be dependent on when you ask me, because right now it will have to be Amethyst. If y'all haven't noticed, my newest love is Leon Kennedy, and writing for him is so much easier than writing for Levi and I think it's because I understand Leon's personality more. He's just so fun to riff off of. Not that Levi wasn't!! He was just harder to put down for me, I guess. ANWAYS. I loved writing for Leon and I'm working on a part two!!

❥ fic others loved that I didn't care for

okay so this might come as a surprise because it's my ultimate comfort fic, but it would have to be Sunrise. tbh, I don't know what loved the most means here but I'll equate it to notes. Sunrise is precious to me because it holds so many of my favorite things. BUT I really feel like I could have done so much better. The plot is there, the scenario and surroundings are perfect. but the WRITING?? I could have done better. don't get me wrong though, I still love it and I am very happy so many people liked it!!

❥ fic I had fun writing

definitely my For You, I Would fic. I don't have very many Armin fics but I enjoyed writing for him a lot because he's just such a shy little bean and so full of wonder and love. I could really see myself wanting to take him out on a date. This was also a request for my friend Tay and it was fun catering her interests within the story and how it works well with Armin!!

❥ fic I'm most proud of

for sure it would have to be Unspoken Words. I'm proud because it was the first time I've written something for myself in a long time. I didn't think I would care as much about fanfic until I fell in love with AoT, now look at me LMAO. UW helped me become a better writer as well as be more confident in areas I thought I lacked. I quite literally used it as a way to be better, and I'll always be proud of it. My first ever full and finished fic, I'll never forget it <3

❥ fic I wish got more recognition

probably Can I Go Where You Go? mainly because I really liked writing the semi plot twist at the end. like if you were caught up with season 4 of AoT, you would know what I was alluding to and it's like a kick in the gut LMAO. but also I thought I did pretty well with the descriptors, not to brag ofc. :3

❥ my happiest/saddest/most comedic fic

I SPENT 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THIS. but the saddest will have to be this short drabble about Levi losing you in an expedition and him coming to your old room, reminiscing. I don't know what brought it on but I was like, huh. let's just be SAD.

if you're interested, my fic masterlist can be found here!

finally, thank you so much for the asks @kingkonoha, @youre-ackermine, and @humanitys-strongest-bamf!! I love y'all a lot <3

#voicemail ✆ #sky.fics #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #erwin smith #armin arlert #armin arlet #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #toge inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #armin arlert x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader

[turbulentscrawl]

Any headcanons for Embalmer and Andrew? 🥸

Oh yes! I am systematically working my way through most of the characters ehehe. I actually think I need to do some situational writing for Aesop as practice, he was a little harder for me to pin down than the other characters I've done so far.

As always, feel free to send me requests if you like my stuff <3 these are fun to do before work ;;

Identity(V) Headcanons: Aesop Carl

-With my current knowledge of the characters, I think Aesop is one of the more dangerous people in the actual horror-story telling behind IDV…. But I’ve been filling these under the game/stageplay setup where the manor is an unescapable, endless game and no one actually dies for realsies…so we’ll ignore his murderous training and tendencies for now.

-That said, he’s still going to be a very difficult guy to get along with. Aesop is confirmed as autistic, and most of his related struggles fall into social categories. He does not typically enjoy casual touch or conversations about anything other than his work. In fact, the longer the conversation is, the worse time he’s having. If there’s a lot of people around too?? He’s McStruggling.

-It takes him a very long time to become genuinely comfortable and friendly with someone, and only then does he start to explore them beyond his comfort zone. Luckily, since everyone is stuck in this would-be purgatory, you’ve got nothing but time!

-One-on-one time is best for Aesop, and while you’re first getting to know him it’s recommended you do not initiate this unless he’s in a public space. He’s mentally prepared to be approached at those times. If you try to barge in on his quiet time or safe spaces before he clears you to do so, it’s only going to hurt his opinion of you.

-He most definitely has long-stints of going nonverbal. At times, the amount of conversation expected of him is too much and he just shuts down completely. If he’s pressed too much during these times he may fall to tears or lashing out. He may, however, be willing to write out any answers that are very important or time-sensitive.

-The trustworthiness of the living and the dead are flip-flopped in Aesop’s mind. When someone is dead, they are a resting summation of all their deeds in life. He learns about who people were through the clues they leave behind: their health, their scars, their effects, the company they receive at their funerals. He considers these things to be more truthful than whatever the deceased would tell or show him about themselves. The living, meanwhile, are all actors, just proxies for what they want to be rather than what they actually are. This is a large reason why he feels closer to the dead than the living.

-Aesop’s favorite love languages are a little difficult to pin down, but I’m going to say Quality Time is his number one—especially when you’re good with parallel play and keep things quiet. This will foster feelings of safety and comfort in relation to your presence! He also likes Words of Affirmation, but mostly in the form of letters, as he’s a little biased for them from all the times he’s nosed through a patient’s effects. Even when he’s head-over-heels (or as close as he can be, since I honestly get AceAro vibes from him) he leans towards written communication but could learn to trust verbal praise in smaller doses.

-When he’s very close with someone, he can learn to enjoy a good hug now and then, or lend them his shoulder to lean on, but he always prefers to keep his arms uncaged so it’s easier to pull away. Unwelcome physical contact feels like bugs crawling under his skin. It’s obvious when he’s had far too much of it because that sensation leads to twitching and spasming, like he’s trying to shake it out.

-He likes to read! His favorites are mostly nonfiction. Biographies (not autobiographies) and other works of an educational nature are preferred, but he has been known to pick up some poetry every now and again. This is due in part to not having finished school and thirsting for all the knowledge he wasn’t allowed.

-He treats learning about his loved ones like reading these books; they are a list of facts and stories to be memorized. Small exceptions to any major preferences can be confusing for Aesop to keep track of, but in general he is very good at committing people’s likes, dislikes, and histories to memory.

-He doesn’t really care to celebrate his own birthday, but likes to help others celebrate theirs. The kitchen is far from his preferred workspace, but he’s actually a decent baker when the situation calls for it. The cake decoration….well, he’ll leave that to someone else. But the cake itself will taste good!

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[bunnyswritings]

ur blog is soo helpful !!!! ive been looking into writing more lately and this is like a godsend <3 i was wondering if u could do some starter tips?? like stuff to avoid as a new writer :o ps. hope ur having a wonderful week!!!

ahhh, hello!! this is such a sweet message, and thank you, i hope you have a fruitful week ahead too ♡ i'm so glad you're writing more lately- i'll def do my best to provide some starter tips (though i'm really also a starter myself 😅 so i hope you like these, and feel free to let me know what you think!) also, just to put it out there that these are what i found helpful personally / what i think will be helpful, and may / may not resonate with everyone. Also, this topic is soooo broad and there are a million things that can be covered, but for now I'll just keep it short and go with stuff to avoid (or rather, approach differently) as per request. if you / anyone else would like another post for more specific writing tips, feel free to drop it in my ask box!

Some general writing tips — stuff to avoid; little things to not overdo

over-planning

overusing fancy vocabulary

over-describing

over-criticising your work

over-comparing

more details under the cut!

Over-planning — plan the general outline, direction of your plot, message of your story, characters and their rough personalities; yes, do all that well! good planning makes for a good story, but i think it's helpful to remember that sometimes things don't pan out the way we envision them to. and it's important to let certain things go, appropriately of course. if your initial storyline doesn't quite fit the characterisation of the protagonist etc (and vice versa), then perhaps it's time to rethink things — and NOT be too hard-up about it. [tldr: be flexible!]

Overusing bombastic vocabulary — i'm sure you've come across millions of writing advice pieces that aim to spruce up your vocabulary with bombastic phrases. by all means go ahead and pick a few that fit the mood and style of your writing. otherwise, i'd say that sometimes, less is more. throwing in fancy words for the sake of it may not be as helpful as you think. there should be a fine balance between using words that add flavour + help to illustrate nuances and using words to make your piece seem complex. simplicity goes a long way, as i've learnt. but having said that, building up a solid repertoire of vocabulary / good phrases is always helpful, the key thing is using those phrases in the right context. definitely easier said than done, so i suggest reading your favourite author's works couple of times through and pick up their way of using language to their advantage.

Over-describing — narration, descriptive language are great, and can really help to nudge your story in the right direction. it helps set the scene, the mood, and all these are critical in writing... BUT! not the same can be applied to describing actions. not every single action has to be written out explicitly — an example: she walks over to the kitchen, turns around, and opens the refrigerator. she then takes out a canned drink, and places the drink on the countertop... etc — you get the point. some things can be left implied, rather than explicit.

Over-criticising your work — ahh, the age-old piece of advice. i do it all the time, and you probably do too... sometimes, being harsh on yourself and on your work may seem like the only way to better yourself and push your limits, but often times, i personally find that this is counter-productive both on the physical and mental front. it wears you down, it is a nidus for dejection and negative vibes. i think the way i try to get round this is by taking pride in my own work; telling myself that 'this is something i wrote, these are my ideas put into prose, these are my thoughts written on paper'. the caveat here is that avoiding being over-critical of your work DOES NOT and should not mean avoiding proofreading. proofreading is extremely crucial to check for grammatical and structural errors (i recommend doing it once or twice yourself, and if possible, getting a fresh pair of eyes to do the same).

Over-comparing — this ties in nicely with the previous point. take pride in your work! this is something original from you and you only, written in your unique style. having authors/writers whom you look up to is essential in moulding your writing style and habits, but should not be the sole focus when you write. remember that every writer is different, every piece of writing is different; this goes even for pieces with similar plots / tropes / character personalities. nuances, subtleties and underlying messages can come through very differently when written by different people. after all, our life journeys are all personal, which is a factor influencing the way we convey messages across through the written word.

and... that's it for now! i really hope that this helps. honestly, i'm scratching the surface here, and there are lots more i can talk about when i have more braincells >_<

feel free to drop any other requests or questions in my ask if you'd like ♡

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[twstwinnie]

The way you wrote for floyd in a relationship was so well written! Could I request one for Jamil?

♝ With You ~ Jamil Viper

summary: in a relationship with Jamil Viper! Same three categories! Crushing, Confession, and Relationship shenanigans!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request!! And I’m glad you enjoyed the Floyd version of this! I’m really glad y’all are enjoying these! I wanted to do one for Jamil, so I’m really happy someone requested it! I hope you all enjoy this one! spoilers for book 4 ahead!

♝ starry - eyed !

» If you want the picture perfect definition of denial, Jamil is it. It takes him incredibly long to actually realizes that he has a crush on you. So long in fact that pretty much everyone else realizes it aside from you and him. It’s clear as day though. The way he looks at you— treats you. It’s clear that he adores you.

» However, it’s not as if his denial comes from a refusal to admit his feelings. Rather, they come from a place of self-preservation. Jamil has never been granted the things he wanted in life. He’s always used to giving up what he wants to serve Kalim— to stay in the shadows. That’s how his life has always been, so why would it be any different with you? Wouldn’t he be a fool to give himself that false hope? To think for a second that maybe he could be with you?

» He doesn’t want to disappoint himself, so it’s better for him not to face his feelings. Though, that proves to be very difficult.

» At first, he can get away with claiming that he just enjoys your company. That he likes being around you because you don’t expect him to act a certain way or do things for you. He likes spending time with you because it’s a break from reality— it’s a break from being a servant. Though, as you two steadily spend more time together, he finds less and less excuses to justify spending time with you.

» He could study on his own, yes, but he chooses to walk with you to the library to study instead. Why? Well… he doesn’t have an answer. He lines up his schedule so that he just happens to be free after your club activities so he can walk you back to your dorm, or maybe spend time with him. Jamil may claim it’s because he wants to keep you safe, but in reality, he doesn’t have a solid answer. He could spend his weekends having time to himself, but before he knows it, he’s texting you, asking if you have any plans.

» Eventually, he can’t deny having an answer as to why. He knows why. No longer able to run from the truth, he just admits it. He adores you. Absolutely smitten with you. The way you always help him without a word— the way you make time for him— the way you treat him not as a spectacle, but just as a normal person— he can’t help it. You’ve made his life easier, given him more reasons to smile. Occasionally, you even help Kalim study or keep him distracted just so Jamil can have a few hours to himself.

» You’ve done so much for him. Isn’t only natural that he develops such strong romantic feelings towards you?

» Once he finally comes to terms with his crush, that’s when his behavior starts to change. He’ll go out of his way to ask you if you need assistance and take pride in being able to help you, no matter what it is. If you’re worried you’re giving him extra work, he’s quick to reassure you. If it’s you, he’s more than happy to help out.

» With his crush, your compliments start to take more effect. If you watch his basketball practices and compliment his skills, he’ll immediately pull his hood up and hide his face to conceal the raging blush on his cheeks. Seeing you in the crowd at his games always makes him incredibly excited and motivated, and it shows in the way he always searches for your eyes after every point he makes. He has more fun when you’re there watching him.

» Although you do see him when he’s having fun, he also knows that he can talk to you about his struggles. You never bat an eye, and you’ll give him your full, undivided attention as he vents about his frustrations. You never judge him, always quick to reassure that you’re there. If you can make his life easier, you will do anything to help. It always makes Jamil’s heart flutter. You already make his life worlds better. He wishes so badly that he could just… tell you.

» Being friends is nice, but he finds himself envisioning what dating you would be like more and more. Holding hands, hugging, kissing you, having you spend the night in his dorm, no longer having to worry that you’ll be swept away before he knows it… for the first time, he longs so badly for something and knows that he has to do something about it.

» But… would confessing ruin what you two have? Would he lose you? He thinks about that one day while gazing at you from afar during lunch. After one longing sigh too many, both of his clubmates groan, having joined him for lunch that day.

» “Sea Snake, just say something to them! Sittin’ here whinin’ gets you nothing!” Floyd insists. Ace nods in agreement.

» “I have to agree, Viper-senpai. I mean— staring from afar won’t do you any good! Pretty much everyone aside from them knows that you like them! If you never say anything, they’ll never figure it out! If you want something, then take the leap! It’s only a matter of time before someone else does and you lose your chance!” Ace insists, a rather annoyed expression on his face. Jamil deadpans at them both and they’re quick to change the topic, but he keeps their advice in mind.

» He knows they’re right. He doubts he’s the only one that adores you— that wants to be with you. Jamil is used to losing for other people’s sake— not showing off or flaunting. You always insist he should, but understand his circumstances. However, he knows that this is something he doesn’t want to miss out on.

» Jamil cannot miss his chance with you. So he will do whatever it takes to confess— to finally take that step forward and have the honor of calling you his.

♝ say the words !

» Jamil wants to go about his confession carefully. He’s always been the type to plan things far in advance, and admittedly, he’s a bit of a perfectionist. He wants to impress you— to show you just how much you mean to him. He can’t just… be impulsive and spew out a confession without another thought. He was sure if he tried, he’d stumble over his words and back out due to embarrassment. He wanted to do this right.

» He scraps many ideas. He doesn’t want to be cheesy, or go with something too fake feeling. It has to be genuine— he wants to be able to portray his feelings in the most honest way possible to you. Being too flashy, overly romantic… it just isn’t him. He could shower you with gifts and flowers, cook you a large feast and write you a beautiful confession to boot, but none of that feels true to him. It��s far too out of character.

» Eventually, he settles less on scripting the confession, and more on giving himself the proper opportunity and atmosphere to confess. He decides that he’ll invite you to the next party at Scarabia, pull you aside to the balcony for a moment alone under the desert skies, then he’ll just let the words flow. A genuine, intimiate conversation alone, away from the fray. That feels more comfortable. More like himself. So it quickly solidifies as his plan.

» The next party comes quickly and he invites you as planned. You insist on helping with party preparations, but Jamil manages to convince you otherwise. He needs the time alone. He comes up with a bunch of excuses, of course not wanting tu admit that he needed some time to mentally prepare and rehearse what to say— how to open up the conversation.

» The entire school day before the party he’s incredibly nervous. He knows that he wants to do this, but isn’t quite prepared for how you might react. His fellow classmates notice, and his club members are quick to realize he’s out of it when a ball hits him square in the face. Floyd and Ace tease him to no end about it, knowing exactly why he’s in the state he’s in. It’s not hard to conclude given his fluster, but he denies it anyway.

» Soon, he’s preparing for the party and stumbling over things he usually wouldn’t. He’s grateful though because his dormmates are quick to assist him— showing him sympathy and wishing him luck. Jamil has no idea how him confessing became such widespread news, but he figures that maybe it’s best not to question it. He needs all of his focus on you.

» When the party comes around, he enjoys it with you by your side for a while. As the night progresses, things get more lively and he’s quick to notice you getting a bit tired. The perfect moment. He invites you to join him outside for a breather and you agree with a smile, following him out onto the balcony into the cold desert air.

» At first, it’s silent. You’re both staring up at the stars, enjoying a quiet moment away from the bustling celebration indoors. Jamil can’t help but look over at you. His heart flutters— seeing you underneath the starry sky, bathed in the moonlight. You look amazing, and that longing sings loudly one more. It’s now or never.

» “Hey… can I tell you something?” He starts, a bit hesitant as he stands beside you. You hum in response.

» “Sure. I’m always here to listen, Jamil. You know that.” You glance over at him. He takes a deep breath, placing his hand over yours on the railing before finally meeting your gaze.

» “I… like you. I have for a while, now. You don’t have these crazy expectations that everyone else does. You know who I really am. You know how much I have to downplay my own abilities because of my job as a servant. You’ve always been so understanding and I… I’m not used to getting things I want. But I want to be with you. I don’t want to give this up. I can’t give this up. I like you. Will you go out with me?” He averts his gaze, afraid of your response.

» After a few moments of silence, he finally looks at you, feeling his face flush upon seeing your wide eyes and bright smile. You nod excitedly, intertwining your fingers with his and leaning against him as you laugh softly.

» “Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.” You respond joyously. Jamil feels waves of relief, leaning his head atop yours as he enjoys your warmth by his side.

» This time, he doesn’t try to hide the smile adorning his expression.

♝ at last , with you !

» As private of a person as Jamil is, news of your relationship spreads like wildfire. Why? Because Jamil isn’t subtle at ALL with how happy he is to finally be with you. He can brush it off with people like Kalim, who won’t bat an eye, but then club time rolls around. You stop by to drop something off for Jamil, and the way he smiles as he watches you walk away speaks volumes for his peers.

» Floyd and Ace are the first to find out because of this. They tease him endlessly, but he can’t find it in him to care because for once— for once in his life— he got to have something he wanted. A genuine relationship with a person he loves so much. Admittedly, as much as the pair tease, they think it’s nice. Ace looks up to you with how kind you are. You always lend a hand and occasionally, you’ve tutored him when he was too scared to ask Riddle. He’s glad Jamil found you. Floyd finds you just as intriguing as he finds Jamil. Seeing you both together is very fitting, he things. But additionally, it’s nice to see Jamil have a sort of genuine happiness around you. Maybe others don’t notice it, but he usually fakes how happy he is. Floyd thinks you must be fun if you can make someone as serious as Jamil genuinely joyous. So he’s happy for you both.

» However, Floyd and Ace have never been ones to keep quiet, so the news spreads. Floyd tells the others at Octavinelle, Ace tells Heartsabyul, Cater tells Kalim— and oh boy if anyone is excited, it’s one Kalim Al-Asim. He’s wanted Jamil to find someone to make him happy for a while now, and you? You’re exactly what Kalim had in mind for his friend and more. You’re always so patient with Kalim when you tutor him. If he asks, you come to his Light Music club performances— plus, you always help him out when he’s having trouble! He’s so happy that Jamil has someone like you tu rely on.

» So happy that he insists on throwing a celebratory party on Jamil’s behalf. He tries to insist otherwise, but eventually laments and tells you about it. You both laugh about it because it’s so unequivocally Kalim. You help Jamil with the party preparations, so he can’t find it in himself to mind too much. Cooking with you feels so… natural in a way. Having you there, in perfect sync with him, not having to worry about you messing up or anything— it’s enjoyable. You two finish pretty quickly and enjoy a rather upbeat party.

» Honestly though, you both sneak away to spend some time alone. While the party goes on I’m the background, you stay with Jamil in his room, laid next to him, curled into his side. You two talk about whatever to pass the time, laughing together, getting a few hours of privacy to enjoy just… being together.

» Moments alone with you are Jamil’s favorite thing. So many of your dates will reflect that. They’re always private, intimate. Movie nights in, star gazing together in the woods, sometimes even late nights spent in each other’s arms. You don’t need an excuse to spend time together anymore. You both plan out dates when your schedule aligns and do whatever you feel fits best for how you’re both feeling.

» A lot of the times, you two will go off to isolated parts of campus and sit together. During lunch, before clubs— whenever possible. Jamil will lay his head in your lap as you gently run fingers through his hair. He enjoys the attention, and you’re happy because it gives him a break from the countless stresses of his day to day life. You’re more than happy to indulge him.

» Though, your relationship changes after his overblot. Jamil fully expects to lose you. He mentally prepares himself, but you stay. Admittedly, you’re hurt. Of course you are, but you’re able to recognize that Jamil was pushed to this point because he was hurting more. An unimaginable amount. It’s from that day forward that Jamil absolutely trusts that he can tell you anything— even his most venomous thoughts— without judgment. He won’t scare you away. And that’s relieving to him because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

» With you, he’s able to recognize that his hatred for Kalim isn’t that at all. That it’s a projection of his hatred for his circumstances— a desire for things to be different. His relationship with Kalim has to slowly be repaired, and you help with that. You help ease his fears and worries, take care of him when things get rough— hug him tightly when he cries. When he becomes too overwhelmed, when he’s heard people call him a monster one too many times, you hold him, whisper soft reassurances to him, make him food and keep him company.

» You make sure he’s taken care of. You make sure he knows that he’s loved. With you, Jamil feels like himself. He feels like he doesn’t have to face his issues alone anymore. Because in the face of an overblot, betrayal, distrust, and lies, you didn’t turn away. You stood strong and embraced him after he snapped out of his overblot. You stayed by his side during his recovery, and loved him even stronger in the wake of the event.

» You’ve always had him in mind. And Jamil is incredibly grateful to have you. You keep him in check, warm his heart, but most importantly to him—

» You show Jamil that he is more than the circumstances of his birth. That he deserves to be praised for his accomplishments— that he can do as he desires. To you, Jamil isn’t someone else’s shadow.

» He’s your partner. And as much as Jamil hates titles, even he has to admit that being called “yours” is a title he will always be proud to have.

— fin.

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[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

ahh since ur requests are open may I pls request the frostheim ghouls (and possibly leo? LOL) and how you think they would make it up to mc after making them upset? Preferably some hurt/comfort if possible but whatever is easiest for you!

Ahhhh my first request! Thank you for sending it in! Also I'm so sorry for any typos in these headcanons, I'm just dumb (so sorry to the Jin Kamurai fans) and this is assuming you guys are at least good friends (if not more) at this point in time.

JIN KAMURAI

Okay, real talk. I think Jin is terrible with emotions. Even worse when he's done something wrong. I don't think he'd ever SAY that he's wrong or that he's sorry. But we all know he's got that cash money, so I think he'd order MC to go somewhere with/for him and treat them as a unspoken apology. Like he's ordering them to pick something up for him, somewhere in the academy, and gives them some 'pocket change' to buy their lunch. (STOP! DRABBLE TIME!)

MC was considering telling Jin to shove it, but they knew it would end up biting them in the ass, so they walked through Frostheim, dragging their feet. They were less than thrilled to be going back to the Frostheim captain's room. Sooner than they'd like, they were standing outside of his door. Before they could knock like they usually did, the door swung open, revealing Jin, his eyes narrowed, he held out a small stack of documents to them, dropping them in their hands. He turned his back to them curtly saying,

"Get these to Professor Dante. Now."

MC wanted to say something. To snap back at him but they paused when they felt something at the bottom of the stack of documents. Upon further inspection, it was a wad of big bills. At a glance it was at least 100,000 yen (about 1,000 USD). MC's eyes went wide at the stack of bills, they looked back up at Jin's retreating figure. They were about to question why, when all he said was,

"Get something to eat once your done. Thats an order"

With that, he closed the door and ended the discussion.

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

Okay, Tohma on the other hand I think is better with emotions than Jin. But he's still not the best. He at least knows how to apologize...he's just bad at saying it. I feel like Tohma is more of an acts of service person (duh) than a verbal person if that makes sense. If he's upset MC its easier for him to do small things to apologize than to actually say the words. (here is your order of drabble, freshly written)

Tohma watched MC carefully behind his monocle, he knew they were upset and why. But he hadn't expected them to stay upset for this long. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he waited until they would return the next day to finalize some documents with the second year ghouls. When the time came, Tohma took their jacket and prepared the a special blend of tea and biscuits for them while they worked on the papers. The practiced smile always on his face. After some time he returned with a tray, presenting it in front of them, his expression softer than before. When he set it down, all he said was,

"I've taken the liberty of bringing you something to eat. You've been working diligently as of late, among...other reasons. I hope you enjoy your meal"

With that, he swiftly left them to their work and their thoughts, giving them space.

KAITO FUJI

Kaito here is on the entire opposite side of that spectrum. He has absolutely no problem saying the words, but even if he was forgiven the first time, he still doesn't think its enough. So if anything, he does too much. He'll buy them flowers and chocolates to gain their forgiveness. It almost seems insincere how much he apologizes but he really does mean. Its more that his insecurities get the better of him and he doubts himself, so they might need to knock some sense into him for it to actually get through to him that he's been forgiven. Please be patient with him, he just really likes MC and he gets most of his advice from crappy magazines. (TO THE DRABBLE!)

Kaito held the bouquet of flowers in his arms tightly and held out the box of chocolates to MC. They had already told him that it was okay, but it didn't *feel* okay to him. There was a small voice in his head telling him that they were still upset with him. He had sent them a text, asking to meet in the library of DA academy. When MC arrived however, they sighed deeply, walking directly up to Kaito with a scowl on their face, saying,

"Kaito. I told you that its okay, you don't need to keep doing these kinds of gestures. If I was still upset with you, I wouldn't have shown up here to begin with"

Kaito's face went pale. He should have known they were smart enough to see right through him and his plan. He sighed, saying.

"I know you did i just-...I just wanted to be sure we were still cool....I'm sorry"

MC shook their head, their expression getting softer, they pulled out a chair from one of the tables in the library and sat down, saying,

"I'll forgive you, if you promise not to do anymore of these gestures....and you split those chocolates with me"

Kaito softly smiled and sat beside them, setting the flowers aside and the chocolates between them, he was so glad to know someone as sweet as MC.

LUCAS ERRANT

Lucas I think is closer to the middle of the spectrum. He's pretty literal and like I said before, he's not the best with social cues. From what I gather, he's more used to people saying what they mean. So if MC told them they were fine, he might worry at first, but he'd let it go, trusting MC enough to think they'd always tell him what was on their mind. If they do however tell him that they're still upset, that's different. If they were still upset I think he'd give them another apology and some bisuits. If that wasn't enough, then I think he's the type of guy to tell them stories about himself. Either about him and or his twin brother when they were little. Like really be vulnerable with them. (YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD! DRABBLE! YOU TAKE 420 LIFE POINTS WORTH OF DAMAGE!)

Lucas had been worried about MC ever since they last saw eachother. Something about them had seemed off in a way. He was even more worried when he got a text from them asking to meet him in Frostheim's main entrance. He quickly grabbed his things and raced off to Frostheim. When he arrived MC was standing inside, their face somber. He reached them, immediately asking,

"MC! Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He gave them a quick once over, even gently grabbing their wrist to look it over, making sure they weren't injured. When MC snapped their arm out of his grasp, he looked up at them surprised. When they explained that they were still upset with him, he understood. He asked them to follow him to one of the secluded balconies at Frostheim. When they arrived, it was silent for the first few moments. Luca pressing his hands against the balcony railing and looking up at the sky. Before MC could break the silence, Luca softly spoke,

"I've never been the best at putting myself in the shoes of others...at least not without guidance....Jin has told me so, and even my brother....when we were little I would always have trouble whenever he would get upset with me. He told me he was fine, but he never was. I suppose I still have quite a bit to learn about others around me...I'm truly sorry MC. I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me"

LEO KUROSAGI

Leo won't apologize. Let's be honest. If you think Jin is bad, Leo is WORSE. I think because of his fame and looks, that he's used to getting his way, even if he's a dick about it. I feel like he learned early on that the world is a cold cruel place and that saying you're sorry is admitting that you were wrong about something. Leo is 100% the kind of guy to expect them to get over whatever it is he did, even if it was something really bad. Man has like no moral compass, anything is on the table, even if it's deeply personal. I he'd get bored and keep sending you dumb tiktoks or meme's to get you to talk to him and hang out again. At MOST I think he'd trap you into going out somewhere with him and he'd treat you. Like get you a Starbucks drink or something, but thats it. And if MC won't go out with him, he'll come to them with two new trendy Starbucks drinks and his tablet ready to watch some shitty reality TV and make fun of the cast.

Leo glared down at his phone with a huff, MC hadn't reacted to any of his tiktoks or memes, not even the sad cat ones! It had been a few days since they'd went out. Sho was busy with his own thing so Leo had no one else to bet with. He dramatically sighed and immediately started to look through MC'S social media on his phone. He noticed that they'd like a post on the new drinks at Starbucks and started to formulate a plan. He dragged Sho away from him project and got to work.

MC sat on their bed, relaxing after a long day of classes, waiting to hear from professor Hyde which house they were going to be assigned to next. A knock at the front door echoed throughout the old cathedral, startling them. When MC got up and answered the door, Leo stood there with a cup holder and his signature impish smile,

"Hey MC! You didn't show up so I came here!"

Leo pushed past them and looked around, visible disgust on his face before turning to MC, his smile slapping back onto his face, saying,

"I can't believe you live like this! But whatever! Come one i brought my tablet with the new housewives season and the new spicy dragon fruit drink from Starbucks. Where has the best lighting in this shithole? I need to post about it before we start watching"

Leo handed them the drink, looking around before he found their bedroom, making himself comfortable and moving some of their things around to make a mini photo shoot for the drink. Once he was done, MC had finally found him, sitting on her bed and drinking what he brought. He saw them and gently pat beside him on the bed, saying,

"C'mon! How can you stay mad at a handsome devil like me? Now come here, I NEED to know what happens to Bethenny Frankel!"

#tokyo debunker #frostheim #headcanons #jin kamurai #tohma ishibashi #kaito fuji #lucas errant #luca #leo kurosagi #my personal headcanons #cant you tell i dont really like leo? #Vagastrom #requests are still open!

[mishwanders]

I’m so sorry to overwork you with three requests back to back

But like…

Time wearing the Gerudo Vai set????

Please?????

You don’t have to though

If you need a break, take one by all means

But like

I would be frothing at the mouth

*thinks about sending this ask*

THE BARBARIAN SET

TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET

So…no vai set unless that’d be easier for you

But like…Time in the Barbarian set

*insert flappy hand image*

You’re completely fine! Keeping my brain busy rn with the request lol. ALSO YOUR MIND?! SO BIG BRAINED! Now I have to force the entire chain + the triplets (Wild, Sage, Cal) into a fashion show with reader, Malon, and Ravio as the outfit choosers!

A/N+Warnings: safe for everyone. We are gettin’ silly with this one. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

How in Hylia’s name did you convince the entire Chain to do a fashion show in Times living room? Truly, it baffled Time how much power you held over them with just a simple pout and puppy dog eyes (not to mention Malon was also helping you with that - make him extra weak to BOTH of you. Ravio not so much, but the Vet seemed to cave for him). He and the others caved quickly from the look on you threes faces to say the least.

Between Wild and his new found counterpart, Sage, they had more than enough outfits to go around for each of the Chain. You, Malon, and Ravio we’re going through the pile of the clothes, tossing them to each person, matching up the outfits you all thought suited them best. Time shook his head as you looked up at him from the floor, that mischievous plotting grin on your lips made him realize he was in for trouble.

“You’re wearing this!” You shouted, tossing him what looked like a set of Vai clothes from the Gerudo.

“And this!” Malon said, tossing something else at him that seemed a bit heavier even if there was little clothing. The skull head piece definitely added to the weight of it.

Time looked at you both in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh what’s wrong old man, too cucco?” Sage asked with a sly grin.

Oh no. He was not going to let the new Link call him a cucco. Not by a longshot. He huffed at his response. “No, I just don’t want to rip this nice fabric of yours and Wilds.”

Wild shrugged. “I think you’re fine, they haven’t ripped yet and I’ve fought Lynels in those!”

Cal’s eyes widened at the mere thought of his counter part wearing little-to-no armor against a Lynel of all things. “You WHAT?!”

“Don’t worry, we deal with much worse in the future.” Sage commented.

That made Wild’s head turn on a swivel. “We DO?!”

While the triplets were in their own little world, Time felt your hands pushing against his chest, trying to get him to move towards the stairs. “The others are almost done changing, now go! Get ready!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going.” He chuckled.

Time made his way up the stairs to change, finding some of the others already dressed in the armor sets. Wars had dawned on the “ancient armor” as Wild called it - some reminiscent of those guardians he and Cal had discussed on length about. Sky was wearing the Snowquil set, happy as can be to be wearing something reminiscent of a bird, and Twilight was wear the Mining set, one that looked almost as heavy as Times armor.

“So which one did they give you?” Legend ask, coming out from behind the closet wearing the Zora armor.

Time held up the Vai pants, to which the other snickered.

“Get your laughs out now.” Time said, removing his own clothes and getting dressed into the Vai ones. “At least I make the clothes look good.”

Warriors shakes his head with a chuckle. “If there was one thing you were never short on, it’s confidence.”

“And height.” Time added, placing hair up in the golden tie.

There was a knock at the door before it opened, Four came in wear the Voe outfit, Hyrule with the Flamebreaker, and Wind with the climbing gear. Four looked around at them all and waved them all to come out. “Come on, they’re ready for us!”

The Chain filled out of the room into the hall, each one taking their walk (or rather, strut) down the steps to the lower floor. There was a series of cheers, ohs, ahs, and laughs as each one made their way down, striking different poses. The triplets even went down in an interesting series of fits that reminded Time of those dragons in Wild’s realm. Wild was wearing the blue Frostbite one, Cal in the red Ember one, and Sage in the green Charged one. When it grew to Time’s turn, he went down with Four, both of them striking a pose in their Gerudo outfits. Seeing the look of glee on your face as you snapped a photo of it and the pleasantly surprised one of Malon’s made it all feel worth it.

“Okay, now, OUTFIT NUMBER TWO!” Ravio spoke up. “Go back upstairs, you’ve got 5 minutes to change!”

The fact that they were all set on an imaginary time limit caused them all to rush back upstairs to their clothes to change. Time was quick to change out of his and into the Barbarian one, but he knew he was going to falter with the body paint. There was only one thing he could do to make sure it was on before their limit was up.

He needed to ask for help.

Time strolled down the stairs with the purple paint and paint brush in hand. You and Malon both turned at the sudden sound of his footsteps, looking at him with wide grins at his new outfit.

“Could you help with the body paint? I don’t know where it all goes.” He stated, swallowing what pride he might have contained.

You ran back up the stairs, grabbing the Purah Pad form Sage. Malon took the paint and began to paint the marks on him once you got a picture pulled up. Time felt his face turn Ruby red as you and Malon both meticulously worked around his body like this and he could have swore he heard the snap of the Sheikah slate from somewhere amidst the room (most likely Ravio - Time knew he was going to have to beg Wild to remove that evidence somehow). Regardless, it didn’t seem like you or Malon noticed the way you both had him flushed hotter than a Goron spring in his attempt to contain his embarrassment under this situation. But you two worked fast and thankfully the paint dried easily. As you two stepped back, admiring your work (and him), you both nodded in approval, praising how good it looked.

“You do look good!” Ravio spoke up.

Time did a double take. Did Ravio really just say that?!

“What are you wearing?!” Wars voice came from the stairs and Time could have swore he heard the click of high heels -

Time turned around to face him, seeing him dressed up in a pink wing that covered his eyes with a tall mushroom hat that almost hit the ceiling, along with varying other pieces of clothing. Time laughed at how absurd the captain looked. “What am I wearing?! What are you wearing?!”

“It’s called fashion.” Sage countered, coming down in his ancient knights outfit.

“Yes, yes, you all look good - but now we got reveal time, so go back up stairs and get in your positions!”

The chain did as you instructed, each one other in a single file line this time. Here was the line up: Twilight in the Zonait armor; Warriors strutting in his CeCe’s amalgamation; Sky in the Glide, flapping his wings happily like a bird; Wild sneaking in with the Sheikah stealth armor; Sage of course in his ancient knights outfit; Cal wearing his fancy lad royal guard outfit (one he was very comfortable in); Legend in the Mystic outfit, feeling reminiscent of his magical rabbit form; Hyrule and Wind both bumping into each other because they were unable to see with the Depths and Phantom armor on; Four crawling on the ceiling wearing the Frogfy fit, and finally, Time in the Barbarian armor.

Needless to say, the room was full of cheers and laughs as they all witnessed each pose and outfit.

To say the night stopped there - well, it didn’t.

After the little fashion show, some of the others switched their outfits to their favorite ones and took to the back of Lon Lon Ranch, resting out the abilities of each one. Things might have gotten a little destructive - no animals or buildings were harmed in the making of said destruction - but there is now a permanent crater in the back of Lon Lon Ranch, one that Time intended to fill with water and fish later.

It was an entertaining night to say the least. But hey, at least everyone got to relax for once.

It was fun.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #lu time x reader #sorry if there are typos #ALSO MY BRAIN FOG MESSED ME UP #I got my voe and vai fits backwards and tried to fix it lmao #writing: time #sfe

[vacayisland]

Hiii! Not a request but a question, I hope that's alright!

Seeing your writing has made me pretty inspired and I've been wanting to do trolls fics of my own! I've been struggling a lot w some characters, though, especially Floyd

My question is how you figure out their personalities and way of speaking enough to write for them? Unlike the others, we don't really see much of Floyd outside of his brothers TwT so I'm just not sure how to get his character right, but I feel like you do him justice! Feel free not to answer btw!! Hope you're doing well ♡♡

I actually really love answering questions like that, or generally any writing-based question; as long as I help people get inspired to write or help them in their creative journey, that’s what I am here for after all!

So, personally, my way of writing tends to be a little different than other people’s (at least I think it is) but my way of researching characters tends to be the same. So I’m going to try and do some sort of justice of explaining this! Bear with me please and if you have any other questions just ask me.

With characters like Floyd, I tend to find him easier to do. Both because I focused a lot on him during the movie and when it first released, and because he has such little screen time. Of course that’s both a blessing and a curse, because not many will realize that Floyd has a slightly sarcastic way of humor (or at least I didn’t the first few times watching the movie).

Yet with any character you would want to research on them! And that’s a little easier written than done but this is what I did for JD (who was harder for me to grasp on):

When I first saw the movie, I thought JD was what he was first presented as. A rude bastard who didn’t know when his family was upset and pushed them to do things anyways. And while he’s a little bit of that he’s actually a lot more.

Unlike Floyd, JD gets a bunch of screen time that writers should take advantage of! If the background, if you watch JD, you can see the little things that make him not fully a jerk. Such as the upset look he gets whenever a brother goes to Branch first instead of him, and yet how he tries to act like it didn’t bother him. Showing no matter how much of a hard ass he was he does actually are about his brothers in his own weird way.

I also looked upon different sites and saw what they described his personality as. Then I watched the movie, picked what I thought to be true, and honestly that’s what I go on. It’s kind of always changing because no matter how ‘cannon’ you’re trying to write a character there should always be a little self influence of you in them.

Not saying to completely derail a character and make them not cannon, but have fun with it. Take aspects of their character as you wish and just keep practicing and rewriting lines until you feel like it’s correct.

But JD is always harder for me to do, so that’s why I want to do him more. The more practice the better.

For characters like Floyd, who have minimum screen time, I find easier because they don’t have a stricter personality box. From what we see in the movie, what I’ve gathered from websites and other writers (reader other people’s work! They might actually inspire how you write a character a lot), Floyd is sensitive yet witty. He’s smart and caring.

That’s our base line, four traits that are easy to write because they don’t have much to them. THEYRE just traits! Then we can take a few of Floyd’s voice lines to base how can mimic speaking like him; And he speaks a little like Branch but a little on the nicer tone to people he actually cares about.

I don’t know if that makes sense or if it actually helps at all, but it’s a weird process. It’s all about how do you make yourself most comfortable playing and writing the character. Do we much research as you need, take your time! There’s no rush to publish fan fictions, there’s no rush to do anything.

Remember to post only what you’re proud of and what you enjoy. Writing is a process that gets slightly easier the more you practice it, and sometimes it gets harder. But just enjoy it along the way and write only when it feels right. :)

But happy writing and please tag me in any post you publish! I’ll love to read your work.

#writing #writing advice #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fandom #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls dreamworks #brozone

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

🛠️ +

"Pikkuveli?"

"I know. They'll go to him if anything happens. I promise."

He remembers the conversation more often than he'd like to. He remembers her far clearer than he thinks he probably should given how much time has passed, but he also supposes it would be impossible to forget the other half of himself.

He still finds himself wishing that comfortable presence would settle at his right side again. He still finds himself distant, longingly looking for her missing half that had by chance and miracle formed distinctly next to his.

The last pieces of her take the shape of an earring and a necklace. And he knows what he needs to do with that earring, that bind, yet he hesitates to even disclose that he has it in his possession.

The right thing to do is the hard thing. The right thing to do is to give it to Pilvi, but the fact that it's one of two pieces left of her Mist makes it exceedingly difficult to part ways with.

Would she deliberate like this if it were him instead?

He ponders it as he finally puts the gem of blue and white back into its place on his ear. His eyes fall back to the necklace that he'd made for her, brilliant aqua hanging from a dark cord.

They did everything together for the longest time. They should both go to Pilvi together and surely that will make this process a bit easier. He tucks the necklace of aqua into the box where the earring of violet rests.

That looks much better.

The box snaps closed and slides back under his pillow. Cid enters before anyone else, likely to check on him for the thousandth time and ask once again if there's anything he can do.

Usually, Sielu always answers by shaking his head.

Not this time. He cuts straight to his point before the blond has time to even ask.

He'd been prepared for this possibility. He extends the paper he'd written on in the best Wonderlandian he could manage.

[ I am fine. Thank you. Could you get Kumo for me? Tell him it is important, before I make a coward of myself? ]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He had been on his way to check on his patient when he was met with straight answers. A note handed to him in messy handwriting and a request. A request for Kumo and he's sure somehow that it must be strange for them to call him as such, when he is coming to find quickly Kumo is not his name.

He was right this whole time when he heard Kaze call him Pilvi damn near a year ago. He was right this whole time but he didn't dare call him such a thing when Kumo hasn't given him permission to do so. He just needs to figure out when he's going to approach the subject.

There's a smile and a nod as indigo lifts to look at the Misterican of blue before him. He's finally working with him and he's finally speaking for himself - even if he still doesn't have the voice to do so.

"Oh, I don't know where he is exactly at the moment. Last I knew he was taking a bath, but I'll check to see if he's done for you."

The blond gives the - if this man was one of Kumo's teachers then he has to be older than him by quite a bit but he certainly doesn't look like he is - then again Kumo doesn't look very old either.... still he gives the older man a smile.

"I'll be back in a minute."

The engineer leaves to make his way towards the room that the swordsman has come to call his own and there a knock at the door before he cracks it open to see if he's sleeping perhaps. He seems to sleep so much nowadays and he still hasn't quite figured out why yet -

But he doesn't seem to be here? Perhaps he's still in the bath? He can always knock and just tell him to come when he's done. Sielu said it was important after all and he's not the one who needs to judge what a Misterican decides is important to another. So steps carry him down the halls but for some reason his stomach twists the further he goes.

Something suddenly just has his whole body feeling off and something in the air is tense and is that crying? The closer he gets the louder the sound becomes until he realizes it isn't crying it's Kumo crying. It has him taking off into a dead run until he finds himself in front of the door he was headed to anyway and he pushed the door open without invitation.

"Kumo I'm sorry to barge in you but are you o - "

Indigo fills with the sight of the half dressed man weeping into the arms of the smallest of the Amestrians but Kumo's back - Kumo's back was - what was all over Kumo's back? It looked like the scar -

"K- Kumo your back- What is - "

He can only stare in horror as his friend releases his hold on his other friend to push away from him and now he can see Kumo's chest as he comes to face him and it's ... the scars have spread out. His skin looks like ... like glass. Like he's shattering.

That's not possible.

People don't shatter.

Why does Kumo's skin look like glass? What is -

The shame that is plastered across the Misterican's face is hard to miss and it shatters his own heart upon seeing jade eyes look at him while filled with both so much shame and so much fear. Kumo looks terrified and suddenly the technician has forgotten all about the reason he came to get him in the first place.

"I'm sorry." The word sobs out as the swordsman just lets himself sink to set on the floor fully. "I'm sorry Cid. I was scared. I'll tell you everything. I love you. " He pauses to pull a breath between hurried words. "I love you. Please don't be mad. I love you so much. Please don't get mad at me. I was scared. I didn't want - to upset you but now I'm going to anyway. I'm sorry Cid. I swear I didn't mean any harm. I - "

"Kumo stop." The blond starts up again as he crosses the space between himself and his friend only to slowly come down to the floor and set in front of him. Gently does he take trembling hands into his own.

"I don't know what is going on, but we're going to get through this. We'll figure it out. You're not alone in this and I'm going to help you however I can, okay? But I need you to put your shirt on. Sielu is calling for you. He said it was important. We can talk later, alright? Will you come with me for him?"

There is a long intake of breath pulled up through a sniffling nose as a head of white nods. Bare hands wipe against his eyes in an attempt to clean himself up.

"Joo." He starts. "You can go and I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get dressed."

A soft smile first and the engineer moves to reach his arms forward for the first time in some time to wrap them around the weeping man in order to give him a quick embrace.

"I'll tell him you're on your way then."

And it doesn't take long to get back to the medical wing so that he can poke his head into the room where his patient waits. The blond is taking a seat for the moment giving him a smile.

"He was just getting out of the bath." He explains. "He said he'll be here once he's done getting dressed."

Reassurance and confirmation that he did the requested task and he wasn't just bullshitting the man but it makes him wonder how they will react to Kumo's back and chest. Do they know? Did he tell them? Knowing Kumo - probably not. He probably only told Kain.

There are footsteps a moment later as a body of white swings around the corner met with jade eyes still slightly pink from crying as pale lips stretch out into a false smile.

"You were calling for me, Opettaja?"

#ask || inquires of the technician #guest muse: cid #aquaticsoul #the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul #tw; death #tw; grieving #tw; injury #tw; illness #tw; depression #tw; panic #tw; long post

[argisthebulwark]

Ao3 20 Questions

thank you @kagedbird for the tag!! <3<3 i will tag some friends @daedrabait @miraakswhore @somethingscarlet13 @queerbashir if u wanna participate <3

How many works do you currently have on ao3? Currently 25. holy shit, i thought it was more than that lol

What's your total ao3 word count? 98,336. Used to be like 200k before i cleaned out some old works i didn't care for anymore.

What fandoms do you write for? Skyrim and Star Trek TOS & AOS

What are your top five fics by kudos? Sorry Lass, Make Me Feel Mortal, Don't Shut Me Out, Fascinating, and Destroy Rebuild

Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! Honestly it depends on whether or not i'm online and see them. if i don't respond right away it feels rude to respond weeks after the fact, but for repeat commenters or usernames i recognize i try to!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Idk i used to like to emotionally beat up Jim a lot, so probably one of the short stories where i explore all his traumas

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Sorry, Lass. I originally wrote it in 2015 and i'm fairly certain it ends with a mushy marriage scene.

Do you get hate on fics? Surprisingly, no. I think i got a few rude comments back when i first started, but honestly everyone's been too kind to me.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Hell yeah brother that's what i do!! I love angsty, emotionally charged smut. my personal favorite to write is angry, hatefuck type of stuff. or when they're using it to avoid talking about feelings.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not that i've ever posted lmao. I don't usually post non canon compliant fics for whatever fandom i'm working in.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Kinda. a few years ago someone let me know that my work had been reposted to a fic site i don't use and one quick message got them to take it down. Also, i once posted a fic as a one off, forgot that i'd done that, and used the same scene much later in a larger story - and some nice commenter on the original let me know that someone had stolen my idea lmao

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, never had anyone request that and don't want to do so incorrectly.

Have you ever cowritten a fic? Kind of? an old friend and i used to write separate chapters of our self insert marvel fics and mush them together into one story lol. never posted it anywhere, it was just shared emails and google docs.

What's your all time favorite ship? God, that's hard. probably McKirk. as i've gotten older and unlearned all the internal shame about self inserts it's gotten easier to do a self insert story instead of an established pair.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Every few weeks i pluck away at my regency au Miraak fic. i don't think i'll ever actually finish it because it's just so big in my head it's hard to get on paper, but i hope i do someday.

What are your writing strengths? I'm very comfortable writing sex scenes. I think that often when the author is uncomfortable about writing explicit sex the reader can really feel it in the story and i put in a lot of work to get over those mental hurdles. i've been told i'm good at characterization, which is awesome! i love getting in a character's head!

What are your writing weaknesses? Very often i find myself bogged down with the need to describe every little scene. it's a major reason i haven't posted a longfic in a while - i want to write these big stories but find myself getting lost in the little details. i also have a terrible habit of editing myself while i'm writing, which just gets me stuck in an unproductive loop.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Since i'm only fluent in English, this isn't something i am confident in. i've written in a few fictional languages for fics before but would probably reach out or suggest another author if a reader wanted something that heavily involved this.

First fandom you wrote for? Twilight babey!!! self insert oc to smooch Edward Cullen when i was a little middle schooler!!! i didn't know what fanfiction was but i knew i had a big ol crush on him.

Favorite fic you've written? not to be cringe on main, but most of my favorites are things that never got published. they're the little things still hanging out in my google docs that i go back to over and over. i rewrote all of star trek into darkness word for word just to make bones and jim kiss, i made a self insert just to smooch skurge after hyperfixating on thor ragnarok, and the weird time a few months ago where i wrote like 40k words of a cowboy romance. i read them often and wish that i'd written more on many of them but i do not read my published works.

thanks to anyone who read my rambling lmao. love you all sososo much, thank you for reading my silly little stories and caring about them. <3<3<3

#tag games #beloved mutuals

[ahdraftingco]

Oneshot: Let Me Help You

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40326249

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Gender-Neutral (AFAB) Reader, Porn With Plot, Depictions of Anxiety, Blood and Injury, Swearing, Domestic Fluff, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Rough Sex, Choking, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Caretaker Kink, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Clothed Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Glove Kink, Cock Worship, Doctor/Patient Relationship

Summary: You and the Mandalorian have a very peculiar deal. He can come by anytime he needs a home-cooked meal, a bed to sleep in and a medic to patch up whatever mess he has gotten himself into. In exchange, you are allowed to request his help with anything you need, like home repairs or bringing back souvenirs from his travels. It's a rather peaceful exchange and neither of you ask too much of the other…until something happens that forces the desire brewing inside the both of you to finally boil over.

Word Count: 19.6k+ (this oneshot can be read in chapters on AO3)

A/N: Yay, another very long oneshot that has plot but is mostly shameless smut, also set in the middle of Book of Boba Fett! 

This story is written with a gender-neutral (afab) reader in mind. I do mention certain afab body parts (like "clit") but I don't mention pronouns or use gendered terms (like "girl") so I hope my lovely non-binary people can enjoy the read too ♡

This isn't the first time the Mandalorian has crashed through your front door, stumbling in with his hand over some open wound. You are considering buying a rug just so you don't have to keep spending time scrubbing the blood out of your light wood floors. Note to self, next time you build a safe house, invest in darker wood…

You let out a quiet sigh before walking over to the metal operating bed he's laying on. You have a sterile corner in the house that's all metal, since it's easier to clean, where you tend to your patients. Though, as of late, the Mandalorian is taking up all of your time. That was the agreement, after all. Until he no longer needs your services, he's your exclusive client, the only one allowed to use your safe house in the wilderness of Naboo.

Why did you agree to such restrictive terms? Because he pays well for it. That's what you tell yourself but it's not the full truth. In actuality, he saved your life months ago and ever since then, you've grown to care about him. A lot more than you know you should care because he can terminate this relationship whenever he wants and you'd have to let him go.

You hate thinking about the day he finds somewhere else, someone else, and leaves you. But, you chose to accept this deal so you choke back any feelings about it, hiding them deep in your heart. They aren't real feelings anyways. You firmly believe it's just a crush you'll get over. How can you actually like a man you've never even seen before, other than his open wounds?

You shake away the thoughts as you carry your supplies over to the small metal tray beside him, sitting on your little stool with wheels that help you maneuver around. You slide down to his leg wound and examine it before asking, "what happened this time?"

"Sliced into my own leg." He tries to move but you stop him. You can't let him cause the wound to fester more.

"Again?" You shift your eyes to look up at him disapprovingly. "You said you'd be more careful."

The Mandalorian just shrugs his shoulders in response and you roll your eyes at him. You should've assumed this would happen again, since he hasn't been very good at using the Darksaber. At least you read up on how to treat these kinds of wounds in preparation, so you do a much better job patching him up this time around.

It's pretty late into the night when you're done bandaging his wound as securely as you can. You let out a breath of relief as you get up to peel your blood stained gloves off and wash your hands. Though, you're only going to get them dirty again in a bit when you have to mop your entryway.

"There's a change of clothes for you in the refresher." You tell him, gesturing over to the nearby door. "Do you need any help getting there?"

He sits up, touching the bandages with his gloved hand. Then, he lifts his head, facing his helmet towards you, and says, "I'll be fine."

"Alright then. I've got a floor to clean." You point back at the bloody mess he left for you. "So, I'll be up if you need me."

Thankfully, it isn't too much blood so you end up getting it all scrubbed out by the time he's limping towards you after showering and putting a new set of clothes on. He's carrying his beskar plates in his hands so you quickly do one last wipe of the floor before rushing up to him, taking them from him.

Before he can make one of his stubborn comments, you state firmly, "I won't argue with you over this. Go rest and let me handle this."

The Mandalorian is reluctant as always but he eventually can't keep standing in one place with his leg injury so he gives in and lets you take over. You lug his armor onto your dining table, setting it down piece by piece so you can wipe the blood off of them until they're nice and shiny again. Exhaustion is slowly setting into every fiber of your being and you try to stretch to keep yourself awake but you're reaching your limit as you throw the clothes he was wearing into the wash.

You need to keep it together. You need to stay useful to him, which means being able to work even when you're tired. You just need to stay awake long enough to hang the clothes from the wash so they can dry and you can go to sleep then.

It's only a few more minutes. You can do it, just stay awake…

You catch yourself before you fall asleep on your arms at the dining table. Then, you curse mentally to yourself when the Mandalorian goes, "you seem tired."

You look up to see that he's not asleep yet. "You seem tired too, so you should sleep."

"I'll sleep when you do." He says as he turns to look at the space next to him.

When he does stay over, you both share the only bed in the whole house. Why? Because he refuses to let you sleep on the little daybed you have, even though you've explained to him several times that the actual bed isn't your bed. It's mainly for patients so you usually do most of your sleeping on the daybed.

He doesn't like that fact at all. You don't know why he's so particular about it, but in your agreement, he made sure that you slept in bed with him whenever he was staying over. You really shouldn't have said yes to it. It's not good for your heart when you wake up to the sheets smelling like him after he has left.

You hear the alarm go off for the washer so you tell him, "I'll be there soon."

The Mandalorian gives you a slight nod of his helmet and you leave to get the clothes hung up to dry. Then, you wash up for the night and change into more comfortable clothes before making the trek back to the bed.

Again, note to self, get two beds, or better yet build two rooms, in case you end up with another patient as stubborn as the Mandalorian next time you build a safe house. It is definitely more convenient to have an open concept when you have to keep a watchful eye on patients and since they never stay for more than a day or two, you don't mind sharing the space for a bit. That isn't the case when he's here, but how else are you supposed to feel when you have to share a bed with a man that makes your heart race?

When you do get to bed, you settle yourself under the covers rather quickly, facing away from him. The sleeping arrangement goes like this: you stay under the covers and he stays over them. That way, he doesn't get blood on the sheets and you don't have to have a panic attack on the off chance he brushes up against you in the middle of the night. Plus, he normally sleeps partially sitting up, since he always wears the helmet.

Every time he's here, you offer the same thing. "I promise I won't look if you want to take the helmet off to rest. I'll keep my eyes in this direction."

The Mandalorian never takes your offer, which is understandable. There's no way for him to be sure that you won't accidentally catch a peek of him somehow. There's a lot you've had to adapt to in order to take care of him. You close all the windows and the curtains in your house so that no one can look in and see him while he's vulnerable. You eat at the kitchen bar, so you're faced away from the dining table when he's eating too. You cut around his clothes to tend to his wounds since you know he doesn't like to show any skin. You can't help him strip for the refresher for the same reason, and also because your heart would literally burst out of your chest.

Kind of like it does right now when you hear him say, "only if you let me hold you while we sleep."

You blink a few times, trying to comprehend if this is a dream or actually reality. It's hard to tell. "What did you just say?"

"I'll take the helmet off if I can hold you to make sure you won't flip around and look at me while we sleep." He elaborates and surprisingly, it makes sense.

If the Mandalorian kept his arms around you to hold you firmly against his chest, it would be unnatural for you to turn your head accidentally. You already promised not to look and he must trust that you won't but he has to ensure that he isn't taking any chances either.

However, will you survive the night in his arms? Suddenly, you're wide awake and all the tiredness you had felt earlier has washed away as your mind swirls at the thought of him spooning you. Yes, the Mandalorian would be technically spooning you. It would be completely platonic and more so just you helping a patient sleep so…

"Okay." You spell out your consent. "You can hold me if it'll help you rest better. Are you going to stay above the covers?"

"Do you want me to?" Why did he have to ask you that…

"The bleeding has stopped so you don't have to." You're really digging your own grave by giving him that option but you can't help yourself. The prospect of him holding you while sharing the same blanket is too tempting.

"Then it'll be easier if I'm under the covers too." He says in such a monotone that it really feels like this means nothing to him. Of course it doesn't. Why would it? He's only here to get treated and he'll leave once he has healed up like he always does.

They always leave you. If you aren't giving them what they need of you, then they leave. You're only worth as much as you put out and the moment you have nothing left to offer, why would anyone want to stay?

You take a deep breath, not wanting your terrible thoughts to bring tears to your eyes. It would be embarrassing if the Mandalorian caught you crying. You're a professional. You can't cry in front of a patient. That would be ridiculous.

So, you choke back your feelings like you always do while you wait for him to make his move. He does eventually, after waiting for a while. You guess it was to test to see if you would actually stay turned away, or maybe he was just waiting for you to fall asleep first. Your eyes are shut but you are most definitely not asleep when you hear him take off the helmet for the first time. He keeps it on the bed with him, so it's easy to grab in the off chance he has to throw it on.

Then, you feel the covers shift and he gets under them. It isn't the first time he has slept under the covers. He did during the colder season a few months ago, but he stayed sitting up so only his lower half was underneath. Now, he's fully beneath the blanket with you and you watch as his arms slip around your body, tugging you slightly towards him. You hold your breath when your back presses up against his chest, not wanting to react to how warm and comforting it feels to be held like this.

The only problem is…you have no fucking idea where to put your arms. He has one arm under your pillow with the other wrapped around your waist. You can't extend them or tuck them under your pillow without running the risk of brushing up against his arms. So, you decide to tuck your arms against your chest. It's definitely not comfortable but it's the best you can do in this situation.

That is, until you feel his hot breath against the exposed skin of your nape as he says, "I need you to hold my hands."

"What?" You are unsure if you heard him correctly. Did he just say–

"I need to make sure you won't move around." He clarifies his intent. "It'll be hard to sleep if you're fidgeting."

You didn't even realize you were fidgeting with your hands. It was completely unconscious so you understand that he needs to be able to sleep peacefully. "Sorry about that."

"There's nothing to apologize for." He moves his hands to grab a hold of yours before getting them back to where they were previously.

You don't know why you feel a bit surprised that he still has his gloves on. The Mandalorian wouldn't want to hold you with his bare hands, you should've assumed that.

"Do you always pretend to be asleep?" He asks you, letting you feel every word against your skin once again.

"I'm not pretending." You defend yourself, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "It's just been a while since I've been held like this so it's a bit of an adjustment. I'll be asleep soon, so you should focus on sleeping too."

"How long has it been?" His natural voice is oddly soothing, all low and deep and a bit sleepy. It almost makes you not realize the weight of what he's asking. The Mandalorian isn't one for small talk and yet he's curious about you.

"A long time." You tense up a bit at the thought of how lonely you've been but you have to try to shake it off because you know he can feel it when you get all stiff. "I've never been all that good at having lasting relationships."

"I don't think that's true." He tells you and you don't know how to react to his words. "We've known each other for a while now."

You stifle your laugh but you're sure he knew you laughed a little. "I don't think this relationship counts."

"Why not?" He sounds genuinely curious.

You shrug in response, though you can tell that isn't enough of an answer for him by the way he's holding you a bit firmer now. You don't know why, but the words slip out before you can stop them, "because our relationship ends the moment you don't need me anymore."

You turn your head more into your pillow then, so you can muffle any kind of sad sighs that threaten to slip from your lips. You chew on the inside of your mouth in hopes to not expose any more of yourself and your insecurities. He's just a patient. You have to remind yourself of that. He doesn't care about you. This is temporary. It always is and it always will be…

You decide to take control of the situation, not wanting to talk anymore, so you tell him, "I'm going to sleep now. Good night."

As per usual, he doesn't say it back and you don't expect him to. It's easier this way. He keeps his distance and you keep yours.

Even if you are falling asleep in his arms right now.

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You haven't seen him since that night. You didn’t even wake up until he was gone. A part of you thinks you made the whole thing up but you saw the blood stained gloves in your trash compartment so it had to have happened. Your sheets smelled like him too, which was another sign that it wasn't all a figment of your imagination.

As part of your deal with the Mandalorian, he helps you by bringing supplies you need replenished every three to four weeks since it's a hassle to get into the city and back when it's a two day trek for you. It's been about two weeks since you last saw him and you don't know if you're thankful or not. You keep thinking about how nice it felt to be held in his arms, even though you know you shouldn't be feeling this way. It wasn't for any reason other than to keep you from turning around. You're putting too much meaning into it. He has probably held a bunch of people just like that and yours is most likely the most meaningless of his interactions.

You wipe the tears that threaten to stream down your eyes. You don't know if you're more sensitive because you've been feeling sick all week but it's been hard for you to keep your emotions at bay. It must be a combination of everything that's making you feel a bit more vulnerable and a little lightheaded.

You'll blame your tears on the vegetables you're cutting. They always make you cry when you chop them. That's why you're tearing up, obviously. Not because of the Mandalorian.

Though, it's like you've summoned him with your thoughts because the moment you move the vegetables from the cutting board and into the stew you're making on the stove, he barges through your front door. You whip around, expecting to see him injured in some way, but he…isn't? You look him up and down, a bit confused at how completely okay he looks.

Then, he just says the word "rain" and you understand why he's here. He's just looking for a place to stay the night. He must be on a hunt in Naboo then.

"Did you want to shower before dinner then?" You mix around your stew a bit as you speak, "the food will be ready soon if you're hungry."

He doesn't answer you so you turn to face him again and are startled to see him right next to you. Then, he says, "you go shower and I'll watch over it until you're back."

You look down at your clothes and you realize how much of a mess you've made. You're not cautious enough when you're under the weather. It'll be weird being so dirty for dinner. "Alright, thanks. Just, um, stir it every now and then. Oh, and taste it while I'm away so you can tell me what to add to make it to your liking."

You nod your head at him then and rush to grab a change of clothes before getting into the refresher. You take a pretty quick shower, since you don’t want to keep him waiting by the stove too long.

When you're back from your shower, you see that he's…putting your supplies away? The Mandalorian didn't bring them in when he got here. You thought this wasn't a supply visit and he was just getting out of the rain.

"You don't have to do that." You walk up to him as he finishes putting the rest of your usual vegetables in the cold storage. "I've got the rest. Go sit and I'll bring food over for you."

His question catches you off guard. "Do you always do everything by yourself?"

You stumble a little bit in your step. You don't know how to answer that kind of blunt question other than honestly. "I guess so."

"Then, who takes care of you when you’re sick?" Again, another question that you're ill-prepared to answer.

How does he know you're sick? You gave yourself a good look in the mirror before and after you showered and you're certain you didn't show any physical signs of your sickness. You would barely even call this being sick. You're fine.

"I can take care of myself. Besides, I'm not that sick anyways. It's just a headache and some stomach cramps. They'll go away soon enough." You can't let the Mandalorian think you're not strong enough to take care of yourself or he won't trust you to take care of him and then he'll leave and you'll be alone again and you can't let him–

He cuts through your rambling thoughts by saying something that throws you for a loop, "stop doing that. I hate it when you pretend you aren't sick, or tired, or overworked. Why can't you just be honest and ask for help?"

You swallow nervously at his words. What does he mean? You don't have anyone to ask for help. You're alone. You've been alone. That's just how you've always lived. No one takes care of you besides yourself.

"The stew is going to boil over." You glance behind him at the pot on the stove, avoiding his question as you go to mix it around again before it spills out and makes a mess you'll have to clean up.

If only it was that easy to stop your own emotions from boiling over. You barely catch the tears before they start falling from your eyes and it only makes your headache worse and your stomach is doing flips because you're so fucking embarrassed that the Mandalorian saw right through you. And he hates it. There's no way he's going to stay now and you don't expect him to.

"Why are you crying?" He asks and you curse at yourself again. You thought you hid it well but you're starting to realize it's hard to hide things from him.

"I'm sorry." You say reflexively. "It's nothing. I cry a lot when I make this stew. The vegetables release a chemical that causes the eyes to tear up."

Maybe that’s why you made it today, so you had an excuse to cry other than your jumbled up emotions and your throbbing headache. Fuck, it hurts all over now. You feel so ashamed that you're acting like this in front of him. Where is the professional persona when you need it? You're too exhausted to put up an act.

"You need to go to bed." He tells you and you shift your eyes up to look at him. "Go, now."

"I told you, I'm fine–"

"Don't make me say it again." His voice is so stern that you jolt a little at his words.

You lower your head and immediately go over to the bed, sitting up against the headrest with the covers in your lap, since you can't bring yourself to lay down. You feel terrible that you're burdening him like this, making him worry about you. Though, is this worry or is he just annoyed at you? Maybe he doesn't like sick people. Not everyone can do what you do. It's hard watching people get hurt or fall ill. It's not like you're all that sick…you'll be fine. You're always fine. A week or two of a constant headache and an ache in your lower stomach is normal.

"When was the last time you've eaten?" He asks and you shrug in response. "That's a horrible answer."

You chew on your bottom lip before finally admitting, "I've eaten, just not a lot."

"What about water? Have you been drinking enough of it? From the look on your face, I'm assuming that's a no." He reads you like a book and you look straight down at your hands on your lap. The Mandalorian has never spoken to you like this before and it makes you nervous. He's really angry at you, isn't he?

"I'm sorry." You say again out of habit.

You hear him sigh and you can't bring yourself to look back up at him. You're thankful that you can’t see his face because you wouldn't know what you'd do if you saw him staring back at you with any form of hatred in his eyes. You really fucked up. Why couldn't you hide it better? You're a mess…

"There's nothing to apologize for." He sounds so close all of a sudden. "So, don't cry."

You watch as he sits down beside you in bed and he lifts your chin up so you're looking directly at his helmet. Then, you feel something damp and warm press up gently around your eyes and you realize he's wiping your face with a towel.

"I-I got it." You reach for the towel in his hands but he snatches your wrist before you can.

"No, you don't." His voice is stern again. "You're sick and you need to let me help you."

"There's no reason for you to help me." Your thoughts spill out and you blink back more tears. "You should just leave me be. I'll be fine. I don't want to burden you."

You put on the nicest smile you can muster, in hopes that he'll drop this. You can't let him take care of you. It'll just make it harder for you to let him go later if he shows you any kindness now. You have to keep your distance. The more you let him in, the harder it will hurt. You've made this same mistake before. It's not worth it…

"Why do you always do this?" He pulls the towel away from your face and you honestly miss the feeling already. His words cut through you like a sharp blade. "You always pretend that you're okay when you aren't. You never ask for help. You are constantly pushing yourself too much. Why won't you just take a break? Stop acting like you don't want to be taken care of and let me help you."

"That isn't how this works." You hate having to talk back but you must make him understand. "I'm the one who's supposed to be taking care of you. This safe house is for you. That's what you pay me for. Why would I ever ask for help from a patient? That's not right. I'm the one helping you heal. I can't–I can’t be sick or else I'm not useful anymore. Then, you'll just find someone else better to go to."

The moment you say those words out loud, your heart sinks in your chest. Why did you say that? Now, he's going to think you’re truly incapable of doing anything when you're fueled by fear like this. You're too afraid to be left alone and you just admitted that. How fucking sad. Your headache has gotten worse and you're nauseated by your own emotions. Why couldn't you just keep it together…

"Is that really what you think?" The Mandalorian asks and you can't decipher what his tone of voice means. "Do you actually believe I'm going to leave you if you act human for once and not like some medical droid? You're allowed to get sick. You're allowed to be tired. You're allowed to rest and ask for help. I honestly wish you would ask for my help so that I had an excuse to stay."

"What are you saying?" You can't comprehend anything through your pounding headache. There's no way he just said… "Do you want to stay here with me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The Mandalorian surprises you once again. "I thought I made my intentions pretty clear when we decided that you weren't going to see anyone else but me or when I told you to share a bed with me. I was sure that I gave myself away when I asked you to let me hold you while we slept. Now, I get why you never saw me as anything but a patient. You were so afraid of me leaving that you never once thought that I wanted to stay."

This can't be real. You have to be dreaming. You're going to wake up soon and this will all have been some kind of fever-induced dream. There's simply no way that the Mandalorian is saying what you think he's saying.

And yet, you somehow find the courage to ask, "do you want me to see you as more than just a patient?"

He places his gloved hand on yours, squeezing it gently as he answers, "I want you to see me as a man who wants to stay and make you feel better. Let me help you, like you've helped me."

You find yourself letting your fingers interlock with his, seeking out the comfort you've been craving. Then, you fight through your fears so that you can reply, "I can do that. I'm sorry if I'm…nervous about this. It's been a long time since anyone wanted to help me."

"You don't have to think about the past anymore. I'm here right now and that's all that matters." He tells you kindly before standing back up. "I'll get you a bowl of stew so you can take some medication and then I'll hold a heat pad against your stomach for you until you fall asleep. Does that sound good?"

You nod, smiling as you feel a warmth blooming in your heart. "That sounds really nice, thank you."

"Anytime." He moves his hand to pat your head gently. "Ask me if you want anything else."

"I will." You know it will take you a while to be truthful about what you want but you'll take small steps at a time if the Mandalorian is willing to be patient with you. It seems like he wants to be and that makes you feel so much better.

He brings you a tray with some stew, a glass of water and a little cup of pills. They're all the correct medications for your symptoms and you like that he remembers the things you've given him over the time you've tended to him. He really has been paying attention to you, hasn't he? The thought heats up your skin a little but you brush it off by eating. For the first time in a few days, food goes down easily. It must be because you're able to relax and not think about anything for a bit.

The Mandalorian is taking care of everything for you, from setting your empty dishes into the dishwasher to getting your heat pack warmed up to a good temperature. He peels off his armor plates then gets into bed beside you. You flip onto your side so that he can take off his helmet and spoon you. Soon enough, he does exactly what he said he would. He presses the heat pad against your lower stomach and you let out a sigh of relief. It feels so good and normally, you can't get it this hot because it torches your hand when you hold it but since he's wearing gloves, he can easily handle a bit more heat.

You feel his breath against the back of your neck just like the other night as he says quietly, "I like helping you feel good. Tell me if I'm in the right place."

"That's perfect." You put your hand on his, touching his now-warm glove from the heat pad. "This is almost too nice."

"Are you tired yet?" He brushes his lips lightly against your skin and you can't help but smile at the subtle touch.

"Not anymore." You say honestly. "I can't sleep. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can."

"Just close your eyes then and enjoy." The Mandalorian is trying to coax you into at least resting. You listen, letting your eyes droop shut.

You focus on the rise and fall of his chest against your back. You like the feeling of how tightly his arms are wrapped around you, keeping the heat pad on your stomach. Your cramps are slowly subsiding and your headache is practically gone. All you can think about is how much you want him to lean in and start kissing your neck so you can feel more of his soft lips.

"You're fidgeting." He calls you out for your tiny movements. "Do you need something from me?"

"It's nothing." You definitely can't tell him the kinds of thoughts that are running through your mind.

"I told you, if you want something, then ask." He leans in closer then. "I'll give you anything you want as long as you ask for it politely."

You really shouldn't do this but…you take a deep breath and ask, "will you kiss me a little? I like the feeling of your lips against my skin."

"You mean here?" He gently presses his lips against the nape of your neck and trails kisses along your shoulder. You hold yourself back from making too much noise in response to how nice it feels. But then, you feel one of his hands slip down your body as he says, "or do you want me to kiss somewhere else?"

You might actually go into a mild panic if he's suggesting what you think he's suggesting. "You can kiss me wherever."

"You shouldn't give me that kind of power." His words send shivers through you. "I might not be able to hold myself back."

You bite your lip, squirming just a bit. But, you don't stop yourself from saying, "you don't have to hold back. I trust you."

"Then, can I trust you not to lift the covers if I go down on you?" He sounds so sultry in your ear, his voice a bit more rough than usual. "I need you to be good and not peek while I make you feel good. Can you do that for me?"

You nod, though you know you have to be verbal so you tell him, "I'll keep my hand over my eyes the whole time, I promise."

"Good." He praises your obedience and you go absolutely crazy over it, your mind swirling. He's more demanding now that he knows you'll listen. "Keep your eyes shut for me and lay on your back."

You put your hand over your eyes while squeezing them shut before laying onto your back. The Mandalorian takes your other hand and places it on the heat pad, so you're keeping it there since he's no longer holding onto it. You hear him shift beneath the covers and you gasp when you feel his hands at your hips, grabbing the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips up to let him pull them off of you, along with your underwear. You're thankful it's nighttime and obviously dark under the covers because you wouldn't be able to bear how shy you'd get that he's right up against you like this.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do this." You can feel every word he says right against your inner thighs. "I've dreamed of it. The way you taste. The way you sound when you come. I have to hold myself back or I'll be here all night, learning how to make you go crazy with my tongue."

How can he say these kinds of words like that? His voice is all too enticing with how low and slow he breathes out every word. You want to let him do what he wants so you tell him, "I said I trust you, so you don't have to stop until you've had your fill. I'll say something if I want you to stop."

"Promise me you won't regret that." He feels much closer to you now.

"I won't regret any of this. I'm already feeling so good and you haven't even done anything yet." You grip onto the heat pad, the anticipation killing you as you can feel how wet you're getting with him just hovering near you like this. You can't handle waiting anymore so you plead, "please make me come."

"I'll make you come as much as you want, so focus on feeling good for me." That's all he has to say before you finally feel his tongue on you. He definitely knows how wet you've gotten from his words. The Mandalorian hums in approval, enjoying the way you taste.

You can't breathe. The air keeps getting sucked out of your lungs with every subtle movement of his tongue. Your light, airy moans fill the room as he starts to tease you, tracing circles around your clit at a slow pace. Every now and then, he leans in and wraps his lips around it, sucking enough to pull soft whimpers out of you. You're so close but you hold yourself at the edge for a moment, wanting to savor the feeling of him.

Then, when you're ready, you let your orgasm wash over you, drowning in the pleasure he has given you. He licks all of it up and you can feel him smile against you. You bet he has a beautiful smile. You wish you could kiss him and feel him smile against your lips, but that would be asking too much so you focus back on his tongue building you up to your next orgasm.

Every wave of pleasure gets better and better and at a certain point, you're mumbling things to him in your daze. You can't recall your exact words but you're pretty sure you told him how good he makes you feel, how much you like that he wants to take care of you, how you hope he'll actually stay with you. You pretty much said everything you'd normally be too shy to because you're in a dreamlike state. Eventually, you drift into a tranquil slumber after coming so much. Despite your sleepiness, you can still make out the feeling of him kissing every inch of your exposed skin before cleaning you up and putting your pants back on. He shifts you back onto your side and spoons you again. You feel the familiar warmth of your heat pad and you realize he has reheated it so he can hold it against you as you sleep. How sweet of him.

Now, all you hope for is that you'll wake up in his arms…not just tomorrow, but every time he comes by.

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You half-expected this to be a one time thing. Why? Because the idea that it would be happening as frequently as it has been is…incomprehensible. Actually, it is more than that. It's fucking unbelievable, the way the Mandalorian not only stayed more than that one night and held you while you both slept, but he also went down on you every night he was here.

You've been falling asleep to the intense over-stimulation of him between your legs and honestly, how are you ever supposed to learn to sleep without it now? It's already been over a week since he had to leave to hunt his quarry, which means he might not be back for a while.

Now, you're expecting too much of him. There’s no telling that he'll keep his word and come back…but you have hope that he will. You have way too much hope whenever you remember how he felt under the covers.

It's going to take you a while to recover from those few days. You were all flustered around him because you couldn't believe what's been going on. You shared meals together, albeit with you still turned away but he lets you sit next to him now. He took you on rides in the starfighter and out to the capital city Theed to shop and explore. He helped you with repairs on the house and even found a rug that blood can wash out of easily, though the merchant was a bit freaked out when he asked about that. You laughed so much with him and the time you've spent has been everything to you.

There's still the uncomfortable feeling of loss that creeps into your mind every now and then. It's funny how the moment you feel happy, it feels like the world wants to give you reasons to feel bad again. The voices in your head are trying to dissuade you. They breathe out lies and from those lies manifest worries and from those worries fester doubt. You wish it wasn't like that, but it is when there's so much uncertainty.

Especially when the man you are infatuated with is a bounty hunter. The thought that he might never come back not by his own choice, but because he has sustained an injury you aren't there to help with or if he was killed by his quarry…you shake off the chills that run through your body when these thoughts come to mind. What can you do about this? Nothing really. You don't have any say nor would you ever say anything of the sort. It isn't your place.

You don't really know what your place in the Mandalorian's life is. You'd rather not think about it because it would spoil the nice moments you are having if you feel the desperate need for more. You only take what he's willing to give. You don't try to push for more, even if there are other desires that flood your mind when he's making you come.

You would give anything to have him let you do the same, but you know that’s literally impossible. He won't even let you see his hands. There's no way he would ever let you–

Almost like clockwork, the Mandalorian stumbles through your doorway, bleeding all over your new rug. Your eyes widen at the sight because…he's about to collapse.

You rush to his side in a panic, slamming the door behind him as you catch his body before he drops to the ground. He's bleeding more than a normal person should be but that's probably because he has several open blaster wounds.

He tries to say something but you shut him up immediately. "Don't waste your energy. Let me handle this, please. I need to focus." You have to get him in the bath. You have enough bacta to fill it and it will completely submerge his body. That's the only way he's going to heal up properly after you clean all his injuries.

"Hey, stay with me." You tell him, shaking him so he stays awake as you guide him onto the operating bed. "Listen carefully. I'm going to clean you up and then I'm going to help you into the bath. I'll have my eyes closed the whole time with the lights off. It'll be completely dark and I'll sit in there with you until everything's sealed up. I promise, I won't look so please let me help you."

After a moment of hesitation, the Mandalorian breathes out in a strained huff, "okay."

That's all he has to say for you to start working at lightning speed. You peel off all of his beskar and drop the pieces onto the floor as gently but as quickly as you can to get them out of the way. Then, you grab your shears and start snipping away at his clothes wherever there's blood. You give him a bacta shot to relieve the pain momentarily so you start treating the wounds.

It's disgusting. There's blood everywhere, though only some of it is his. Most of it is you getting more blood into him via transfusion and then realizing that some of his wounds haven't properly sealed up yet so you have to reseal them before they start fucking spewing blood. His clothes are soaked in sweat from the pain and you have to keep your composure, but you feel yourself wavering. However, every so often, the Mandalorian whispers sweet things to you like "you're doing great," "keep going," "I feel better already" and those are what help you push through.

It takes a while to get the bleeding to stop but when it does, you breathe out a sigh of relief because he's stable and he's going to be alright. He's going to be stuck soaking in bacta for a while but he'll heal up just fine. "I'm going to get everything prepped so just stay awake for me, okay?"

"Okay." He says after a few frighteningly long seconds.

You go into the bathroom and fill your tub with bacta. It's thick and slimy and fucking heavy. You really wish you had a tank that you could just pump this stuff directly into but that would require the use of lights and other tech you can't have right now so this makeshift soak will have to do. Once it's filled enough, you put everything you will need in the bathroom to stay in there for what might be days…

Then, you go back out to help the Mandalorian into the bathroom, shutting the door and enclosing you both in complete darkness. You help him over to a chair and start stripping him, which he allows. You save his helmet for after you get him into the bath and out of courtesy, you drape several big towels over the tub, so in the off chance the lights accidentally turn on, you won't catch a glimpse of him.

"I'm going to take your helmet off now." You have your hands on the beskar, trying not to tremble too much with anxiety. "My eyes are closed and they'll stay that way until you're feeling well enough to get out on your own. Okay?"

"Okay." His voice is strained as he says that but you know it's all he can muster right now so you'll take it.

You wait a couple of seconds before pulling his helmet off and setting it on a small table you've brought in beside the tub that holds the IV keeping him hydrated. You pull up your stool and drag yourself to the back of the tub so you can wipe his face with a cold towel. It's obvious he's been sweating buckets underneath his helmet. He must have been uncomfortable so you try to soothe him with your words.

"You're okay now. You're safe. You're going to heal up great." You whisper as you pat every inch of his face until it's cool to the touch.

You take the time to wash his hair, massaging his head, hoping that'll distract him from any other aching pains he must have. When his hair is dry, you go to drape a warm towel over his face so he can rest but he stops you the moment he feels it. "Wait."

"Do you need something?" You pull the towel away, scooting closer to him with your stool.

You hear him take a deep breath, like he needs all the air he can get to tell you, "we might not get another chance for a while so will you kiss me?"

It's as if your heart fell out of your chest and then found its way back. The Mandalorian…he's asking you to kiss him. Something you've wanted to do all this time. It's the easiest decision you'll ever have to make. You lean down towards him, finding his lips with yours, and answer, "get better soon and I'll do more than just kiss you."

Then, you press your lips against his for the first time. The same lips you've felt kiss your skin before. They taste like blood because you know he was biting them to stop from making any sound at the agony he was in earlier, but you don’t mind it. You don't care because you get to kiss him. It's a light kiss and you pull away quicker than you'd like to but he needs to rest now.

"I'll be right here if you need me." You caress his face, feeling his stubble between your fingers as you guide yourself to kiss his forehead and his cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere."

You lay the warm towel over his face after that, helping it sink into the dips of his face. He lets out a gentle sigh of relief and you are happy to hear it. You make your way over to your little makeshift bed, which is just a pillow and a blanket on the bathroom floor, and you wrap a thin shirt you found laying around over your eyes, just in case. It's hard to sleep but it gets easier when you can hear his light sleeping sounds echoing through the bathroom walls.

This goes on for days. Sadly, you have to wake him from his slumber every few hours to give him medication, much to his dismay. He always wakes up in a panic, since he's helmetless and naked. You have to assure him that it's pitchblack and you can't see a thing. He feels better once he's more awake and realizes he actually can't see a thing so there's no way you can either.

It's around the fourth day that he feels decent enough to stand on his own so you help him out of the bath and into the refresher to wash up. You try your absolute hardest not to touch him too much. You reason that you don't want to accidentally graze one of his wounds but the truth is, you need to keep yourself from remembering that he's a rather well built man with surprisingly soft skin.

The Mandalorian is able to get dressed on his own so you give him back his helmet, which he seems grateful to have on again. You made sure to clean it as thoroughly as you could in the dark. It's crazy to think you haven't seen any light in four days. You thank your lucky stars that it's nighttime when you guide him out of the bathroom, so your eyes don't take too long to readjust to the small amount of moonlight shining into your house.

You get him tucked into bed and since he's able to eat again, you cook up something that tastes terrible but only because you have to pack as many vitamin supplements in it as you can while he has an appetite. Even so, he still says, "it's not bad," which makes you laugh.

"Let's hope you haven't developed a taste for this stuff because I'd rather not stock more than necessary." You say with your head turned away from him. You're sitting on the other side of the bed, eating a bowl of crunchy kernels in batha milk.

"Do you mind sharing some?" You see his glove tap the side of your bowl and you chuckle, handing it to him. "Thanks. That other stuff tastes pretty fucking bad."

"I can get you something else to wash it down too." You know he got you some random fruit juices from his travels that you have yet to consume.

"This is fine." He says in between crunches, sounding a lot like his healthy self again.

You wait for him to finish eating so you can clean up before bed. You wonder how you'll be sleeping. He can't spoon you this time, not with his injuries. You doubt after days of not being covered up that he'll be comfortable pulling the helmet off if he wasn't certain you wouldn't be able to see him.

So, you propose a solution. "I'll sleep with the covers over me and when you have the helmet back on after you've woken up, you can move them off me to let me know. Does that work?"

"Not a bad idea." He doesn't dislike it. "But I want you close to me."

"That's risky." You're worried you'll bump into him in his sleep and hurt him somehow.

"I don't care what the risks are." The Mandalorian's stern tone fills your ears. "You're sleeping right here next to me."

He pulls your pillow so that it's resting beside his chest beneath the covers. You'd be so close to him that you could roll over and snuggle against him. Not that you would do that when he is recovering, but you could.

"Let's go to sleep." He urges you to listen to him so you comply, dipping under the covers and laying on the pillow he has settled beside him. You hear him take off his helmet and set it on the covers above, almost like a weight. That's a smart way of signaling if you're moving too much and might catch a glimpse of him.

"Good night." You say as you lean in a little closer to him, breathing in the scent of freshly washed clothes.

You feel his gloved hand rest at the top of your head, patting you gently, before he tells you for the first time, "good night."

It is definitely a good night because you know he's healing and you get to spoil yourself with his warmth again. Hopefully you'll get the chance to kiss him again soon…and possibly do more.

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Much to your surprise, you get the opportunity to help him feel good a lot earlier than you originally thought because you wake up to your hand resting against something very hard. The covers aren't over your head anymore so you look up and the Mandalorian has his helmet back on, shifting down to see you staring at him. If he's been awake this whole time, why didn't he move your hand away…

You don't know where you find the confidence but you trace your fingers along the length of his cock, feeling the way it's outlined under the fabric of his pants. He snatches your wrist immediately after, making your lips curve into a smile. With your sleepy morning voice, you say to him, "was I not supposed to do that?"

"You're playing with fire." Those are the words he chooses to say.

"That's not a no. It feels like you need my help." You sneak your other hand down, grazing him lightly again. This time, he doesn't grab your wrist.

Instead, he slips his hand into your hair, brushing it away from your face before telling you, "if you're willing, then hurry up and go down on me."

You grin happily in response, letting his hand guide you back under the covers by your hair and drag you between his legs. You're happy to be able to return the favor, especially since he can't see you. You can really enjoy yourself now without feeling embarrassed about looking too excited.

The only sad thing is it's dark under the covers so you don't actually get to see how nice his cock must be when you pull it out of his pants. You'll have to live with just knowing how it feels so you take your time, stroking up and down his length with your hand, trying to memorize every inch of it.

Then, you hear him speak in his natural voice, so the helmet must be off. "You're taking too long."

"Are you eager or impatient?" You ask the moment you lean in, letting him feel your breath against his cock before you press soft kisses along it.

"I thought you were shy." He sounds surprised that you're teasing him right now.

"I am shy but I've been wanting to do this for a very long time." You answer him before you swirl your tongue around the tip, drawing a sigh out from his lips. "So, let me savor this moment, please."

"Fine." He grips your hair tighter as you lick up from the base of his cock to the tip, repeating this motion until you've felt all of him with your tongue. Then, you do it all over again, enjoying the feeling of him on your tongue. You hear him let out a low growl, almost in frustration, before telling you, "now I'm getting impatient."

"Tell me what you want then." You smirk to yourself, giddy that he isn't able to catch how much fun you're having. "I'll give you anything you want as long as you ask for it politely."

He pulls you by the hair towards his cock right then, the irritation apparent in his voice, "are you using my own words against me?"

"You're wasting precious time bickering with me." You finish your sentence with another swirl of your tongue over the tip. "Don't you want to come in my mouth?"

The Mandalorian grinds his teeth, hard enough that you can hear it. Then, after a moment of thinking it through, he gives in and asks, "will you hurry up and put your mouth around my cock so I can come?"

"Only if you let me do it more than once." You can't resist the prospect of going down on him back to back. "It's only fair, right?"

"Do you want to go down on me for that long?" Is that a challenge he's suggesting?

"If you'd let me, I'd spend all day right here." It would be a good way of getting him to stay in bed.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath and you know he wants it by the way he's gripping your hair. "Once I'm healed up, you're not leaving this bed until I've fucked you every possible way."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You can't believe he's offering something so tantalizing.

"It's both. So, get to work and make me come for as long as you can handle staying put." He definitely doesn't have to tell you twice.

If the Mandalorian is going to let you stay right here and suck his cock all day long, how could you possibly say no to that? You don't let him wait any longer, sinking your mouth downwards until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You hum at the way he fits so well in your mouth, which he must like a lot because he tightens his grip in your hair again.

Slowly, you find a pace that brings out quiet grunts from him. He throbs in your mouth and you like the feeling when it's deep down your throat. You can already tell you're liking this a little too much, but you don’t hold back regardless.

The first time you make him come, he whispers your name like it's a breath of fresh air. You can tell he's been pent up for quite some time given how much he came in your mouth. You swallow every bit, refusing to waste a drop of it. Then, you tug off his pants a bit more so you can kiss his lower stomach and the top of his thighs. Your hands slip underneath his shirt to caress more of his body, using the excuse of checking in on his wounds. Everything seems to be evening out so he probably won't scar too badly.

When he's hard again, you decide to tease him with your tongue and mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping him at the very edge until he just couldn't take it anymore and started fucking your mouth. He finishes deep down your throat once he's had his fill using you to get himself off. He's breathless this time, inhaling slow, shallow breaths after his orgasm.

"I want to watch you this time." He tells you the moment he has enough air in his lungs. "Will you keep your eyes closed?"

Now, that's a risk. He doesn't sound like he's putting the helmet back on either. If you slip up, you could completely fuck everything up. So, you do the only thing you can think of. "Pull the pillowcase off of a pillow and give it to me."

The Mandalorian listens to your request and hands it to you under the covers. You makeshift a blindfold and tie it tightly around your eyes. Thankfully, you have dark sheets for a reason and it conceals your vision. Then, he lifts the covers off of you and suddenly, his request changes. "Take your pants off and straddle my lap right now."

You obey without question, leaving yourself in just your underwear as you swing your legs over him. You decide to hover, so you don't press down accidentally on any wounds. You're sure he can see how wet you've gotten through your underwear and you confirm this thought when his fingers reach forward to trace a line up the center. You strangely like the way the leather feels. It's rougher and provides more texture to feel through the thin fabric barrier. Your breaths grow heavier with each subtle touch and you desperately want to beg him to let you ride his cock or his fingers but he's supposed to be resting right now…

He must notice the way you're aching to be touched because he says in a commanding tone, "rub yourself against my cock and let me watch you make yourself come. I won't move, so I'll be fine."

You've never done anything like that before. He's really going to let you use him to get off? Why does that make your heart pound so much? Probably because you're imagining the visual he's going to see and it's so hot. The desperation consuming you forces you to toss all reason aside and you rip your own underwear off, throwing the fabric away somewhere.

"Someone's eager." There's a playfulness in his voice and you're almost certain he's smirking.

"Focus on getting better soon so we can fuck already." You snap back at him, a little too needy to feel him buried deep inside of you.

For today, you'll settle for taking his cock in your hand and guiding it up against you, teasing yourself with how hot and hard he is beneath you. The temptation to push him inside of you is palpable in the way you rub the tip near your entrance, letting him feel how wet and ready you are for him. Then, you hold his cock steady as you start to grind against it. With every movement, he teases your clit and you can't hold in how good it makes you feel. You've been just as pent up and in need of a release.

You feel his gloved hands settle at your thighs, wanting to participate somehow so he simply holds onto you as you give him quite the show. He's twitching against you so you know he's enjoying the way this feels as well. He gets to see the way his cock slides up against you, gliding along how slick you are.

When you feel your orgasm approaching, you grab a hold of his hands, squeezing them in yours to steady yourself. The wave of pleasure hits you with such an intensity that you're thankful he's there to anchor you. Every inch of your body writhes in response to how hard you just came and you can barely keep yourself up anymore. It feels like there's not enough air in the room to fill your lungs but you don’t care because you're high out of your mind over how good it felt.

"If you came that hard grinding on my cock, just imagine how it'll feel when I'm finally inside of you." He just has to speak so seductively right now, making your mind swirl with stars.

You say the words before you can really think it through. "I want you so badly."

"Me too. Soon." He breathes out like it's a promise he doesn't dare to break.

You nod in response, slowing your heavy breaths so you can find your way back to reality. Then, you ask, feeling his still-hard cock between your fingertips, "can I go back down on you?"

"Only if you'll let me do the same." His words don't register right away but when you realize what he means, your skin lights up like every nerve in your body is flaring all of a sudden.

"You should rest." You don't say no but is he really in a condition to do that?

"How am I supposed to rest when you're dripping wet and I haven't had a taste yet?" His tone is filled to the brim with desire. "Just let me until I come again, then we'll both rest for the day."

The rational part of your brain is screaming for you not to let him so the Mandalorian is forced to rest but you just came so how can you possibly say no to having another orgasm while his cock is in your mouth? It's impossible.

So, you flip around and he tugs you towards his face. You're starting to like the feeling of leather against your skin, especially when he clings onto your flesh so roughly. You use your hands to guide yourself down his body until you find his cock again and you get into a comfortable position.

The moment your mouth is back on him, his mouth leans up against you and your toes curl when you feel his tongue take a long lick, tasting the way you just came. You can taste yourself on his cock so you know exactly what he's experiencing right now and it's dizzying how sensual this whole experience is. You're feeling good at the same time as you're making him feel good. There's nothing more that you could ever ask for.

"Are you holding back?" He says after his tongue flicks your clit lightly.

You pull yourself off his cock, taking in sharp inhales before answering, "I want to come with you."

"You shouldn't have told me that." His voice gets all low and threatening, sending shivers through you in the best kind of way. "Now I'm going to make it very difficult for you to keep edging yourself."

And, he sticks true to his word. He starts solely focusing on your clit, giving you way too much stimulation. Your legs are going weak but his arms hold you firmly so you can't topple over from the way he's trying to force an orgasm out of you. You're trying your hardest to keep it together, to focus on making him come, but you're going absolutely crazy. He knows all too well how to get you fired up after spending several nights going down on you.

You can't stand it anymore so you move your mouth off of him, replacing it with your hand as you grip him tightly and start stroking at the same fast pace he's using on your clit. Your movements make him groan against you, so he pulls away from you to say, "you must be desperate if you're death-gripping me like that."

He doesn't waste time after telling you that, going right back to torturing you with his tongue. It takes you a while to formulate a sentence through your sighs of pleasure but eventually, you're able to respond, "please come already. I want to come with you. I won't last much longer, please."

You don't know how many times you say the word please but you're practically begging at a certain point for him to come because you're going to burst any second now. Your hand focuses on stroking him to the best of your abilities but you're reaching your breaking point. You're going to come. It's inevitable and you wouldn't want it any other way. You like being pushed to the very brink until you can't help but completely let go.

The kind of pleasure that erupts through you when you finally feel him release in your hand is indescribable. You've never had such an explosive orgasm before but it ripples through you and takes control of every single one of your senses. Somehow, you manage to find your way back to his cock, aimlessly licking up every bit of his release in your euphoric daze. The Mandalorian does the same to you, spending a little extra time just idling against you with his tongue as he revels in his own orgasm.

You are in definite need of a cold shower but you don’t have the strength to get up so you simply roll over to the side, shifting your body until your head is by the pillows again. You make sure to face away from him as he resituates himself into his pants. Then, you feel his arm slip under you and pull you towards him. Your back is pressed up against the side of his chest so he is still laying on his back, but he can keep you close this way. You opt to keep the makeshift blindfold on, since you don’t want to take any risks.

After sharing quiet bouts of heavy breathing, the Mandalorian speaks up, breaking the silence, "so, how long until I'm fully healed?"

You think about it for a moment and answer, "I would say two weeks before you can safely do any vigorous physical activity."

"Are you seriously going to make me wait two weeks to fuck you?" Somehow, he sounds so sexually frustrated even though he just came three times.

You chuckle to yourself before saying, "let's check back in a week then and hope for the best."

"That's better." He sneaks his hand down to rest on your inner thigh as he breathes out in that low, seductive tone of his, "in the meantime, I'll settle for doing what we just did."

You roll your eyes then realize he can't see it through the blindfold so you verbally note, "you realize that's only going to slow down your recovery, right?"

"We are not having this discussion. It's non-negotiable." His stern tone peeks back out and you smile to yourself over how much you're growing to like his naturally overpowering voice.

"Promise me you won't regret that." You tease him with your words and he groans.

"I will never regret making you come." He states it like that's the truest fact in all the galaxies.

"Good." You snuggle up against his arm.

You really hope his recovery doesn't end up stalling because you're as impatient as he is when it comes to finally going all the way…

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It's definitely difficult getting used to feeling so good so often. You tried to convince the Mandalorian that you're perfectly happy just being beside him while he recovers but he refused, stating that since he has already experienced what it's like to give you pleasure, there's no stopping him now.

A part of you thinks he's being purposefully aggressive with his affection since it's the easiest way to show you that he means what he's saying. You're not great at catching the subtle signs as he has come to learn, so he chooses to be upfront about his desires for you. You can't say you don't feel wonderfully spoiled by it.

He has been asking you incessantly if he's finally cleared to have his way with you yet and every single time, you've had to tell him no, which he is starting to dislike very much. That's probably why each time you do have to decline, he makes you sit on his face and won't let you leave until you came so much that you can't hold yourself up anymore. It's not like he couldn't fuck you now but you know he's going to push himself to his limits so you will just have to suffer through what his definition of a punishment is. His favorite form of torture is forcing you to come until you have to beg him to let you get at least some work done for the day.

It's obvious that he's a bit stir crazy since the most physical activities you'll let him do are going on walks with you in the forest and light chores around the house. Though, you keep telling him the latter is unnecessary but you've learned that when he has decided to do something, he's hard set on it. You're slowly allowing yourself to accept his help but you wish you didn't have this ache in your heart where you're reluctant to be too dependent on him.

You already feel yourself slipping up at times in your own mind. You're getting too used to sleeping next to him, especially when you said he could start laying on his side again. He holds you so tenderly while you sleep, whispering sweet little praises to you like "you fit perfectly in my arms" and "you take care of me so well" in his sultry, yet sleepy voice.

It's all too nice and it fills you with both warmth and concern. You hate how doubtful your mind can be and it manifests in the way you want to stay as close as you can get to him whenever you can. Whether it's brushing your shoulder against his when you're on your strolls together through the forest or lingering a bit longer when you apply ointment to his wounds to touch him more, you can see the way you're subconsciously holding onto him but you can't seem to utter a single word about it.

You want to tell him how you feel, but you can't quite figure out what to say. You've told him certain things while you were high off your orgasms but you don’t know if those hold any weight since you're mumbling them while your inhibitions are low. He must know by now that you value his presence in your life and that you'd like it if he wanted to keep seeing you.

Spending these last two weeks with him being rather domestic makes you crave a sort of established permanence. These lazy days will be over soon and you know exactly when. It all ends when you tell him he can do what he's been wanting to this whole time. The moment you sleep with him, the Mandalorian will be healthy enough to leave you once again and…

You have no right to tell him not to go when he's done with you. It may even be a one time thing, though you are hoping with every ounce of your heart and soul that it won't be. You want him more than you can put into words. Not just physically, but in a deeper, emotional kind of way.

It isn't love, not yet. But, you want it to be. You want the chance to love him in the future if you both are on that same path together. You just can't justify this want.

You sigh to yourself as you pull the dried clothes off the wires you've hung outside. It's warmer now and the rain has stopped momentarily so you've decided to let your clothes hang dry outside versus inside. The sun always does a better job anyways.

"Why the long face?" A sudden voice startles you and you jolt in surprise, nearly dropping the basket filled with clean clothes onto the floor but the Mandalorian catches it in time. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

He doesn't let you take the basket back from him and holds it securely in his arms. You look at him up and down. The last few days, you've given him the go ahead to wear his armor again. He seems a lot happier, more complete like this. Though, he looks funny carrying a basket full of clean clothes instead of holding a blaster.

"It's okay, it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. Definitely a bad habit when I live alone in the woods." You rub the back of your neck anxiously.

That's one of the things you have to work on. You're too relaxed on Naboo. It's peaceful here and you don't ever have visitors besides the Mandalorian since you built this house. All your patients are aware that you have an exclusive agreement so you've designated them to other people for care. Until your agreement is up with the Mandalorian, he really is the only one who should come by here.

"It is a bad habit." He tells you with a shrug of his shoulders. "But it isn’t something you have to worry about. You're safe here and if anyone ever troubles you, I would be there to help you."

"Would you?" You don't know why you ask it so…openly doubtful. You're stuck in your head again and it leaked into your words.

"Do you think I wouldn't be?" He must have caught onto the way your worries are showing on your face.

"How would you know if I needed help?" You ask since you only ever comm him if he's forgotten something at the house or if you need additional supplies.

The Mandalorian sets down the basket then and you're confused by his actions. However, everything is explained rather quickly when he reaches into one of his small pockets and pulls out a chain that looks like it's made out of the same beskar he's wearing, with a ring dangling on it.

You blink at it a few times, not believing the sight in front of you. Especially not when he's walking up to you and putting it around your neck. With a small clasping sound, the necklace lays gently on you and it sits perfectly. It doesn't snag and it feels cool on your skin. You reach up to touch it, feeling the ring between your fingers that the chain is holding.

Then, in a gentle tone of voice, the Mandalorian breathes out into the warm air, "when you're ready, you can take the ring off and wear it. Until then, keep it around your neck like this and push the button on it whenever you need me. It connects right to my helmet, so no matter where I am, I can always be there for you in a moment's notice. I promise."

You grip the ring in your palm and there is a small button on it. You don't press it but you run your finger along it, like you're surprised it's real. You're wearing something he gave you. Why would he…

"Ready for what?" You think back to what he just said. When will you be ready to wear the ring?

He steps up closer, putting his hand on the top of your head, patting it lightly before he answers in that stern but sweet voice of his, "whenever you're ready to be mine forever."

For just this moment, it feels like everything has gone still as you realize what he's saying to you. This can't be real…but it is.

"Are you being serious?" You have to ask. He needs to tell you that this is what he wants too.

"I've known that I've wanted this–that I've wanted you for a while now, so I had this made and I've been waiting for a good moment to give it to you." He moves his hand from your head to your face, caressing your cheek as he continues, "I know you've been in your head about me leaving after I've healed up so this is the perfect time for me to tell you that I'm not going anywhere. This is my home now, if you'll let me share it with you."

Home. That's what he said. This safe house is his home. Your heart is leaping out of your chest. You never had to worry, did you? He was already planning this for who knows how long and you would've never guessed it. You were so scared of losing him but all of that fear washes away immediately when you touch the chain around your neck. It's tangible now. There's nothing left for you to question. He wants this place, your place, to be home.

You blink away happy tears so you can tell him, "it wouldn't be home without you so please share it with me."

"I would be happy to." His words make you smile and sob at the same time and you can't contain your emotions anymore.

You start crying but only because your body needs to have some sort of outlet for how overwhelmed with happiness you are and you feel his gloved hands cup your face, wiping your tears away as they fall. Your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to stop too many tears from spilling out. Then, you feel his hand cover your eyes and you don't know what to make of the gesture.

Not until you feel his lips on yours and the rim of his helmet on the tip of your nose. He has one hand covering your eyes and the other holding his helmet up just enough to reveal his lips so he can kiss you. You want to reach up and touch his face and pull him in and be close with him but you refrain, not wanting to overstep. You settle for putting your hands on his shoulders, feeling the beskar beneath your fingers as you kiss him back.

After what feels like both an eternity and barely a second, he parts his lips from yours and says, "please tell me I can finally have you."

You already said no this morning and narrowly avoided your usual punishment by doing laundry but now that he's asking you while you can feel his lips brushing against yours, it's hard to say no…

"You can't do it again for at least a week." That's the best compromise you can come up with.

"But I can today?" Every one of his words tickles your lips.

"Yes." You finally give in, needing him as much as he needs you.

"Then, let's make it count." He presses one last kiss onto your lips before shifting his helmet back on. Then, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, which is not the greatest start to his post-recovery. He almost carries you back into the house when you remember–

"Wait, our laundry!" You wriggle in his hold, trying to break free before the storm clouds that are filling the sky ruin your work for today.

"Fuck." He groans in irritation, dropping you to your feet. "No more stalling after this."

"Yes, sir." You say jokingly before you run back to grab the basket.

You hurry back to his side and he walks you back into the house, shutting the door behind him. You set the basket down on the dining table and tell yourself that you'll fold everything later.

Though, you don't know when later is going to be when you feel the Mandalorian pressed up behind you. You shift your eyes up to look at him as his hands move to sit firmly at your hips.

"I'm trying my hardest right now not to bend you over this table and fuck you right here." He always says such provocative things when he's aroused.

"I mean, you could." You assume that's probably the best way since you wouldn't be able to see him as long as you're not looking back at him.

"Is that really how you'd want me to take you for the first time?" The Mandalorian shouldn't ask you these things. You're not the best influence when it comes down to it. You want him so much that you'd let him do it however he'd like.

"How would you want to do it?" You decide to reflect his question back at him.

"There's too many ways I could fuck you and I want to do all of them." His hands slip under the waistband of your pants. The leather of his gloves tickles your skin way too much and you hold in your breath as he rests them at the top of your thighs. "Should I tell you how I want today to go?"

You nod, then confirm verbally, "yes, tell me."

Using one hand, he nudges you until your legs are spread enough for his other hand to rest between your legs. You squirm a little from the feeling of his fingers pressing up against your underwear.

Then, he starts to speak at the same time as his fingers begin rubbing your clit through the fabric, "first, I'd make you come just like this from telling you exactly how I want to fuck you."

Your heart pounds in your ears at his words and you have to put your hands on the table to steady yourself. If you aren't careful, your legs might give out from how roughly he's trying to coax an orgasm out of you without touching you directly. You bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering but small, soft ones still spill out.

He slows his touch the moment he speaks up again, so you're focused on his voice and not his fingers, "after you've came once, I'll need to have a taste. I'd make you keep your eyes closed so I could go down on you right here. You'll need to come a lot for me to give me something to look forward to in a bit. Tell me you will."

You love when he brings out that demanding tone of his so you comply through a heavy breath, "I will."

"Are you ready for me to tell you more?" He asks you to distract you from his fingers sliding beneath your underwear, brushing against you directly now. You tense up as you get used to the leather dragging along how wet you are but then you lean into him, wanting much more than just these subtle touches. "You look like you like the way my gloves feel."

"I do." Your words are as light as the air because your mind is going fuzzy from how good it feels. The words fall out without a second thought to them, "you can do more than just touch me with them."

"Are you aching for something inside of you?" His fingers find your entrance and your breath catches in your throat when two of them push in, but only a little bit. "You know what you have to do if you want it."

"Ask politely?" You need to make sure.

"That's right." His palm shifts to press up against your clit, making your eyes roll back at the sensation. The leather is so smooth but there's a firmness to it that applies the right amount of pressure and texture to cause little jolts of pleasure through you.

You take a few sharp inhales before composing yourself enough to ask as politely as you can, "will you fill me up with your fingers, please?"

"Of course." He tells you, thrusting his fingers inside of you without any other warning. You choke back a shocked gasp at how full you feel all of a sudden. "Was that too much? Should I pull out?"

"No, please don't." You manage to get out through staggered breaths. "It's just…new, but it feels good."

It's unlike anything you've felt before. The seams of his gloves rub along the inside of you, teasing the spots that always get you to come too quickly. He tests if you're being honest by pulling his fingers out just a bit before pushing them back in and you moan when he curls them in just the right place. You grit your teeth when he finds a good pace to thrust them into you. You can already feel the tension building up inside of you and you don't know how much longer you can edge yourself. He hasn't even finished telling you his entire plan yet.

"You're so tight around me." The Mandalorian sounds frustrated as he says, "I'm getting jealous of my glove now. Can I touch you directly?"

"You mean…" Is he going to take it off?

"I'll take it off if you keep your eyes looking up at me." He uses his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him, resting it around your neck. You shouldn’t like the way he's lightly gripping your throat but you do and he can tell. "Do you want me to keep my hand here so I make sure you don't look?"

You nod and he shifts his helmet, nodding back at you. He pulls his fingers out of you then and you can't stop yourself from whimpering at the loss. He caresses your face then, as if to comfort you.

"It won't be long until I'm back inside of you." He reassures you. Then, you hear him put his hand into his pocket, presumably to keep his glove somewhere close by.

When you do feel his fingers again, it's him. You've never seen his hands before and yet it seems like you'll have to get used to being touched by parts of him you'll never see. That doesn't sound too bad, especially not when it feels this good to have his calloused fingers trace along your skin. He must know you want to savor the moment so he takes his time touching you with his bare hand.

All the while, his other hand remains firmly gripped around your neck while his index finger and his thumb hold your chin upwards. You wouldn't look down no matter what but it feels more thrilling that he's keeping you in place like this. The contrast between his gloved hand on your throat and his bare hand between your legs is all too arousing.

You want to participate a little so you muster the strength to ask, "can I touch your hands, please?"

The Mandalorian waits for a moment and then nods his helmet, allowing you to slide one hand up to lay on top of his glove while slipping the other hand down to feel the back of his bare hand against your palm. You close your eyes then, slowly guiding him towards your entrance and he understands what to do, thrusting his fingers back inside of you while you hold onto his hand. You feel every movement and it draws pleasurable sighs out of you. His bare fingers are obviously nothing like the leather. Somehow, they're rougher in texture and have much more flexibility, so he curls them even more perfectly inside of you now.

Unconsciously, you squeeze your hand that's over his gloved one, which signals for him to give your throat a light squeeze as well. You open your eyes again and look right up at him, wondering what he sees when he looks down at you.

He answers your thoughts for you, saying with a ruggedness in his tone, "you look incredible, like you were made to be fucked by me, like you're mine and I'm in control of your pleasure."

"You are in control." You've submitted to him completely a long time ago. "And, I am yours."

"You must be. You're wearing my hand like it's the necklace I gave you." He tugs at the chain around your throat, choking you slightly with it. "Do you like being mine?"

"Yes." You don't even need to think to respond to that.

"Look at that face, staring up at me." His palm goes back to rubbing your clit as his fingers pick up speed, fucking you so ruthlessly, your legs might cave in. "If only you could see the way I'm claiming you right now."

"Should I invest in a mirror?" Your words bring out a growl from deep inside of him, like you've dragged out a desire he never thought of before.

"Next time, there will be a next time." He is firm on it. "But, for right now, I need to focus on this time. Will you last until I'm done telling you how it'll go?"

"I'll try." You admit truthfully. You could come right now but you're keeping yourself at the edge for him.

"I like when you're honest." He praises you before continuing what he has been wanting to say, "I can't wait to taste you after I've made you come with my fingers. Then, I'm going to finally bury my cock deep inside of you."

The Mandalorian drives his fingers further into you as he says that, making your toes curl. You're sure he's smiling at the way you're unraveling from his actions. You don't need to see it. You just know he's having a good time owning you like this.

He stops moving his fingers for a moment, just letting you feel the way you're clinging to him. "Are you imagining how it'll feel when my cock replaces my fingers?"

"I don't need to. I'll feel it soon enough." You grin happily at him when you say that.

"I like that. I like when you're the eager one." He starts to curl his fingers again, sliding them in and out, increasing the pacing as his words increase in intensity, "I'm going to take my time figuring out exactly how you like to be fucked until you can't stop coming on my cock, until you're begging me to come so that you can have a break from the endless orgasms I want to give you. But that break won't last long, will it?"

You shake your head and he grabs your neck tighter in approval. Your hips begin to sway, grinding against his hand as your hand pushes his palm onto your clit, urging him to rub those circles that make your heart race.

You're going to come soon and he knows it, so he picks his next words carefully, "are you going to let me fuck you as much as I want today?"

"Only for today." You say back, trying to be strict about it. "Then a one week break."

He sounds frustrated again, trying to convince you otherwise. "Three days."

"One week." You don't let him sway you. "Doctor's orders."

"Fine." He complies eventually. "But you listen to my orders in the bedroom."

"Deal." You lean up and kiss his helmet right where his lips would be. "Now, will you please let me come? I can barely hold it in anymore."

"You're good at asking for what you want." He compliments you and you smile in response.

"I'm good at listening to my Mandalorian." You don't mind being obedient if it results in this much pleasure.

"You are very good at that too." He pulls at your neck, so your eyes are staring right up at him again before he says, "now, listen carefully. I'm going to let you come and then I'm going to rip your fucking pants off and go down on you, so you need to close your eyes when I do, understood? Say yes sir if you do."

"Sounds like someone liked what I said earlier." You tease him and he tightens his grip on your neck in response, making you gasp at the light choking.

"Maybe I just like you." He says rather sweetly to you.

"I like you too." You tell him back with all of your heart.

"Then, will you do what I said?" He's waiting for confirmation.

"Yes, sir." You let out those words as sensually as you can and he obviously liked it because he's pressing his body closer to you. You feel his chest plate against your back more clearly and you can feel how hard he is through his pants.

"You're such a good listener." His tone is so provocative when he goes, "now let me see you come all over both of our hands."

You hold onto the hand he has between your legs, following his movements as he finally lets you off the edge. You keep your head tilted up but you aren't able to look at him because your eyes roll back the moment your orgasm forcefully shoots through you in such an intense rush of euphoria. The intensity is furthered by his hand gripping your throat just enough to make every moan that leaves your lips come out all breathless. He prolongs your orgasm by keeping his fingers inside of you until you're able to open your eyes again fully.

It doesn't take long for him after that to get your pants off, in quite the rush to go down on you. The Mandalorian pushes your upper body against the table and you shut your eyes then, knowing what happens next. He waits a few moments, both admiring you and ensuring that you're going to stick true to your word. When he's sure of it, you hear him take off his helmet and set it beside you on the table.

Hearing him speak seductively in his natural, unmodulated voice sends an indescribable kind of pleasure through you and it's only amplified when he's talking about you. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met and seeing you like this is just…I'll never find the right words to describe how much you turn me on."

You hear his armor clash onto your wood floors as he kneels down behind you, taking a good look at how wet you've gotten for him, spreading you open with his hands. You notice that he still has one hand gloved while the other is bare and you like that duality a bit too much. It provides something to think about as he grips your hips with his hands, pressing his fingers into you hard enough to leave an indent. He wants to make sure you're not going to wriggle your way out of his reach, though why would you ever do such a thing? You want him to go down on you as much as he wants to do it too. That mutual interest fills you with such joy.

When his tongue eventually finds its way against you, your body shivers in response, as if it remembers all too well the things his tongue can do to you. It's true though, he's almost too good at making you come like this. You clamp your hand over your mouth, not wanting to make too much noise as he enjoys every bit of you.

"You're so ready for me." His hot breath tickles your skin. He takes a moment to drag his tongue up and down the center of you for just a moment longer before saying, "I've never wanted to fuck someone so badly before."

"Then what are you waiting for?" You don't know why those words come out of your mouth.

"I like when you're impatient." He smiles close enough to you that you can feel it. "Plus, it'll feel better if you come one more time for me."

There's something so sweet about the way he's subtly trying to prepare you to take his cock. It isn't like you wouldn't be able to handle it but you do like that he wants you to be aroused enough for it. He really cares about you in his own wonderful way.

You happily agree to him staying between your legs so he focuses all of his attention onto giving you a slow, full-body orgasm that rolls through you almost too nicely. There's nothing rough or intense about it. It's just soft, pillowy pleasure that relaxes your every muscle, like a loving embrace. It's the kind of orgasm that he'd give you to coax you into falling asleep.

The Mandalorian must be proud of himself because he drags his bare hand against you so he can feel how slick you've gotten for him. "I could really do this all day. I love making you come."

As much as you wouldn't mind letting him do that, you are in desperate need of something more, so you tell him, "then let me come on your cock, please."

"I can't resist a request like that." He gives you one last lick before you hear him stand up again.

There is not a better sound than the Mandalorian unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out of his pants. There is not a better feeling than him lining his cock right up against your entrance.

The anticipation is killing you and you want to beg him to just take you already but you stop yourself because you want him to savor this moment for himself as well. He does so by getting his cock nice and slick from your wetness, rubbing your clit with each movement. Once he's satisfied, he moves his cock back to your entrance. He presses into you but stops with only his tip inside.

"If you want more, you have to ask for it." He demands as his hands grip your ass and you quiver at the contrasting feeling of them against your skin.

You don't hold back anymore. "I want you to feel all of you, please."

"You really are good at begging." He tells you as if it's both an insult and a compliment and you don't know which you like more.

You don't have time to think it over because he starts slowly sinking his cock into you. You feel every inch as he goes deeper and deeper until his hips meet his hands that are holding onto your ass. When he's fully inside of you, you feel like you could pass out from the way he's filling you up entirely. You knew the size he'd be because you've had him in your mouth before but it's nothing compared to having him inside of you like this.

"How does it feel?" He asks, his bare hand sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt to rub your back, comforting you. "Is it too much too soon? I can stop at any time."

"It's perfect." You assert, your desires spilling out. "Don't stop. I want to feel more of you so will you please fuck me already?"

That's all you need to say to get the Mandalorian to finally give in. You cling onto the table as he starts pounding into you, trying to see what pace you like the most. You honestly like them all. You like the slow, long strokes that let you relish every inch of him sliding in and out of you. You like the quick, almost brutal thrusts that hit a spot so deep inside of you that you can’t help but scream from how good it feels. You like the in-between, where he is maintaining his own composure, not wanting the moment to end too soon because he got ahead of himself.

At a certain point, the Mandalorian discovers the perfect sequence that draws an orgasm out of you almost every time. He'll start slow, allowing the tension to build within you. Then, when you're nearing the edge, he'll pick up the pace until he's practically fucking you into the table and you come uncontrollably on his cock because your body can't handle the sheer force of him ramming his cock inside of you. He does this over and over again until you see nothing but stars in your squeezed shut eyes. Your mind is too far gone at this point from the constant pleasure.

The Mandalorian has to bring you back, so you hear him put his helmet on again, which surprises you. Almost as much as him scooping you upwards until you're standing just like you were earlier, only this time with his cock buried deep inside of you. His gloved hand moves up once again to settle itself at your neck, tilting your chin up so you're looking right at his helmet. His bare hand then slips downwards, resting between your legs with his fingertips brushing along your clit.

Then, he says in an almost too tantalizing tone, "I want to see what you look like when I come inside of you."

"Please do." You breathe out, wanting exactly that. "I'm safe."

"I want to do it again after this." He's gauging your interest.

"Can we do it in bed this time?" You ask, hopefully sounding polite as you do. "I promise I won't look. I just want to feel you on top of me, please."

Even through the modulator, you can hear his heavy breaths, like he's close to his limit, especially after you just said that. "Okay."

You smile when he agrees to your request. Then, you find the gall to ask one more thing, "grab my neck a little tighter when you come so I know who I belong to."

Your words bring out that low growl of his and he replies, "I'll make sure you're well aware of who you belong to."

"Good." You reach up then, touching his helmet, holding onto the beskar lightly as he focuses back on fucking you at this angle. He fills you up in a whole new way while you're both standing like this and you know that you'll need to lay down after because your legs are practically shaking with each thrust of his cock.

"Are you close again?" His hand starts rubbing your clit when he asks that, bringing you right there where he needs you.

"Very close." You can feel the way your body is just clenching all around, waiting to burst.

"Me too." He tells you and you believe it after hearing his low grunts. "Come with me."

You do so naturally. The moment his hand tightens its grip around your throat and he finishes deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim, you come immediately from the combination of sensations writhing through every fiber of your being.

In your daze, you don't realize that he has pulled out of you and guided you carefully over to the bed with his hand over your eyes. You lay down on your back with his help, trying to relearn how to breathe after getting fucked out of your mind. Your hand goes to replace his so he can pull off his armor to get comfortable for bed.

It isn't until you feel him move your hand just enough to tie a piece of fabric around your eyes that you feel safe enough to relax a little. You're thankful it's pretty secure on your face and you can't see a thing. You can only feel the Mandalorian pulling you into his arms before his lips crash against yours.

You're so stunned to be kissing him that it takes you quite some time to start kissing him back. He doesn't seem to mind the wait because he smiles against your lips when you do finally meet his lips halfway.

"I never thought I could like kissing someone so much." He utters those words like it's some sort of confession and it makes you chuckle.

"You can kiss me whenever you'd like to." You give him your permission there. "Just try not to accidentally smack me with your helmet. That shit is heavy and it hurts."

"That was one time." He groans at the way you're referencing back to the few times he has kissed you during his recovery, one of which his helmet slipped back on midway and hit you right in the face like a headbutt.

"One time too many." You tease him, taking his face in your hands, wanting to touch him. "But I forgive you."

"I'm sure you have. How could you hold a grudge when I make you feel this good?" If only the Mandalorian could see the way you're rolling your eyes at him.

Though, you have to ask, "did it feel good for you?"

You feel his bare hand slide between your legs again with his fingers resting at your entrance as he answers, "do I need to remind you how much I came inside of you just now?"

"That's not really an answer." You point out and he responds with a light chuckle, pulling away so he can wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"It felt amazing." He reassures you with his kind words. "You always make me feel good."

"I hope so." You lean into his chest, breathing in deeply. When you exhale, you let out a little bit of what you've been keeping in, "I'm sorry if I get irrationally worried sometimes about our relationship. I'm working on it, I promise."

"It's okay to be worried." He presses a kiss onto your forehead, making your heart flutter. "It just means you care a lot, enough to want to keep this relationship of ours going strong."

He's right. Deep down, most of your worries are rooted in care. You care so much about him that you worry over the little things, even if there's nothing to worry about. It puts you at ease knowing that he's going to be patient with you.

"I do care a lot." You snuggle closer to him and say, "I'm glad I met you."

"Me too." He pats you on the head gently. Then, he goes, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure." You nudge him to ask away.

"Why don't you ever call me by my name?" That's quite the loaded question…

It's true. Even in your head, you call him "The Mandalorian". You know exactly why you do it. It's to keep a distance. If you called him by his name, then you would feel too close to him. Back before you knew how he felt about you, you wouldn't dare to do anything that would make you feel close to him. But now? Maybe you should start trying to let him in a little.

So, you explain, "I thought that if I never used your name, then I could stop myself from wanting to be close to you. Let's just say, it didn't work."

He stifles a laugh. "That's cute."

"Don't make fun of me." You pout, mad that he can't see the way you're glaring in his direction.

"I won't if you start calling me by my name." He leans in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your cheek as he demands, "say it."

"Din." You say his name for the first time to him. "Din Djarin."

"That wasn't so hard, right?" His words are meant to be a distraction, which you've come to realize he does a lot, because his bare hand finds its way back between your legs. "Now, say my name when you come."

You grip onto his shoulders, holding onto the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself steady the moment his fingers thrust inside of you, filling you up once again. It's nothing like his cock, but they curl in that spot that makes your mind swirl and his name rolls off your lips, "Din."

"I want to hear it more." He suddenly shifts you from your side to your back, getting on top of you. His fingers slide out of you so that he can press his hard cock against you once again. "Ask me directly if you want me."

You ache for him, the need to have him inside of you again boiling over when you say, "I want you, Din. Please come inside of me again."

"Now you know who you really belong to. Your Mandalorian, Din Djarin. Repeat it back to me." He orders you to do so in such a commanding tone.

"I belong to you. My Mandalorian, Din Djarin." You believe the words that spill out from your lips. You're his. You have been since you met him and you'll always be. That, you know for certain.

Din then thrusts his entire length inside of you without hesitation, filling you right up, pushing against that spot deep inside that is desperate for him. His voice gets all low and sultry, "doesn't it feel good to be mine?"

"So good." You grab a hold of his face, feeling his stubble against your fingers, smiling. "Will you please kiss me while you fuck me?"

"Gladly." He says before his lips press against yours and his hips start to move.

You slip your hands into his hair, liking the way it feels, knowing that you get to feel it right now. You're definitely being spoiled and you love every second of Din giving you more parts of him to dream about. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You're left hoping that you're breathing enough between kisses but when he begins to pick up pace with his thrusts, you are practically gasping for air every time you moan against his lips. You're getting more lightheaded but that only amplifies the pleasure that you're experiencing.

You want more of him so you stop caring about seeming needy and plead, "please fuck me harder, faster, rougher. Make it count, Din. Remember, we can't fuck for a week after this."

"Three days." He tries again to convince you to lower the time. "You know you don't want to hold back that long either."

"A week and then we can fuck everyday after if you want." You stand firm on your timeline and he curses.

"Fuck, fine, but I'm holding you to your word. In a week, you don't get to leave this bed until I'm through with you." He threatens you with a very good time in the future.

But, this is the present, and you need him right now. So, you decide the best thing to say is, "make me regret having you wait a week to fuck me again. Show me what I'll be missing out on."

That sure does flip a switch in Din. Though, maybe that's just because he actually thinks he'll convince you to lower his recovery time if he shows you a good time right now. You aren't going to waver, but he doesn’t need to know that. All he needs to know is that he has to fuck you until you're an absolute mess for him.

So, he does it the best way he knows he can, by forcing you to come as many times as it takes for you to beg him to finally let you break free. Din studies the way your body reacts to certain strokes and speeds, noting every time you tighten around him, looking for that sweet spot. When he has it in his grasp, you don't last long.

You're coming all too hard, all too much, all too many times on his cock and you're surprised he hasn't came yet. He must be holding back for the sake of stirring you up until you've gone insane. You already have lost your mind. How could you not when you've had more orgasms than you thought were consecutively possible?

"Please, Din." You beg for mercy. "I can't stop coming."

"I love how you say that like it's a bad thing." He is way too happy about how he's turning you into a puddle beneath him. "Keep coming for me. I want you to drown in the pleasure I can give you."

You've riled up a mad man. Din is holding you hostage with your own orgasms and it's more amazing than you could ever truly explain. You're going to be so fucking sore tomorrow but it doesn't matter. You'll be reminded of how good you felt today and that's what matters.

You honestly don't know how long you and Din go on for. You know he had to have came at least a few times throughout, but you can't even register when those were. He just kept going and going, like his stamina was endless. That's just what happens when you let a stir crazy man finally do vigorous physical activity. You get fucked for hours.

You're sure he could have gone on longer if you didn't force him to stop completely so you could get his wounds dressed with ointment since it was time to sleep. You both took turns in the refresher, though you spent most of your time there trying to stand up straight. Eventually, Din helped you wash up and guided you back to bed. You opted to keep the piece of fabric around your eyes so that you could lay against his chest. You've been wanting to sleep on him like this.

Din rubs circles around your back, filling you with such a rush of comfort from his subtle touches. Then, he takes a moment to praise you, "you did very well today. I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did, not that I'm complaining."

"I could say the same to you." You reply, chuckling when you think of how crazy the earlier events of today were. "Though, I hope every time isn't going to be as wild as this one."

"No promises." He says back with a light pat on your head. "It's hard for me to not want to smother you in pleasure."

"Well, consider me thoroughly smothered for the next week." You'll need at least the week to recover.

"I still think you'll cave in three days and let me fuck you again." Din sounds rather confident about that. "I can't imagine having to wait a whole week to do this again."

"You, sir, need to learn to have patience." You tease him, jabbing him a little in the shoulder.

"If you call me sir one more time, I'm fucking you again right now." He needs to learn a better threat.

"I didn't know you liked it so much." You grin at him. You're going to have a lot of fun discovering what turns him on.

"I like it when you're obedient, unlike right now." He fakes as if he's disapproving of your current behavior but you know he secretly likes it that you're being a brat.

"Someone likes power." You lean up, brushing your lips against his, wanting him to feel every word you say, "I'm looking forward to seeing you exert your power over me in a week."

Din groans, irritated that you keep reminding him. "You're going to regret making me wait that long."

"I look forward to it." You tell him before a yawn flows through you. You're very much ready to sleep now, which is why you say sweetly, "good night, Din."

"Good night." He leans in to kiss you one last time before you both fall asleep, snuggled right up against one another.

As you drift off into a well-deserved slumber, all you can think about is how excited you are to be waking up tomorrow next to Din…and how excited you are for a week to pass so he can ravage you again.

You really wouldn't have it any other way.

Send me an ask/reply/reblog if you enjoyed the read! ❈

I definitely left this oneshot open to a continuation in the future so maybe I'll return to this plot one day if I'm feeling it!

If you enjoyed this and want to read more of my work, be sure to check out my other oneshot, I’ll Take Care of You and/or my series, What Color Am I? 

#the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfiction

[thehighladywrites]

⌞ Hi, guyss! Please read this byf! ⌝

rules .ᐟ

∿ if u don’t wanna see nsfw works, do not interact with me or my content. This is a nsfw blog and will have 18+ posts. All nsfw will be marked with a warning before

∿ if you’re gonna hate on anon, I will delete your ask immediately bc we don’t entertain losers over here :)

∿ do not, for the love of god, rush me. Please, I am a full time student and I do this as a hobby. I also work and have other things outside of tumblr. There have been some anons that rush/are straight up rude about an ask. If you’re curious and are nice, I’ll answer you ofc💗

∿ You are more than welcome to hit me up and talk about anything really, I just will not respond to gossip, trash talking etc.

∿ do not copy or repost my work elsewhere.

∿ If my reqs are closed, please do not send anything in because I’m already busy with other reqs. My inbox will be open when I’m done. But feel free to send in thirsts and links for characters👀

what i write/ don’t write .ᐟ

∿ I don’t write: incest, scat, anything regarding pro ana/pro ed, vore, piss, heavy degradation, age play, super heavy angst with no fluffy ending, r*pe/SA, anything dead dove related basically, oh and also not for canonically evil characters like erawan, the autumn king, maeve, king of hybern, mahito’s ugly ass etc.

∿ I do write: fluff, smut, angst, some dark content such as: stalking, kidnapping, manipulation but nothing too graphic and deep.

keep in mind .ᐟ

∿ If you think I’m ignoring your request, I promise you I’m not. I just need time to come up with a plot and then write it down and all that. It may take time, but I get it done :) also, i won’t be able to write every single req bc i sometimes don’t feel it would be written nicely by me.

∿ If i’m writing my fics, I usually write for fem reader and it will always be tagged and stated. I’m more comfortable this way and it’s easier for me. My smau’s/hc’s will generally be gender neutral unless stated otherwise

#talkswithamara #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #jujustu kaisen #rules #my rules

[scarfacemarston]

I'm writing an essay for the first time in YEARS (1500 words) any top tips as a seasoned writer? 😅

Hey! I’m happy to help. First and foremost, do not procrastinate. Yes, that is so hypocritical of me because I’ve been struggling not to do it myself. However, the less you can procrastinate, the better. I like having a writing playlist. I recommend classical music, there are so many sub genres of classical music that I’m sure you’ll find something. There are lots of good videos that are things like “Calming piano music and fire crackling” or “Library ambient sounds” if classical music isn't your thing. If you're looking to get into classical music, I recommend Debussy! Debussy has a lot of relaxing music.

This is relaxing, too, imo. It’s bardcore!  Other advice: 1. Outlines are your friend. They are so incredibly helpful, and many assignments may require an outline. I have had multiple academic and work assignments that requested one, but even if it’s not required, it’s still helpful. I had a professor introduce me to the “reverse outline”, which is when you take your paper, or what you have of it, and create an outline out of it. Here's an example. It's okay if you're not able to write outlines at the moment. You can always practice with other assignments.

2. I would also recommend writing just the subheadings and writing what you know from there and just writing in sections. I have had professors discuss how writing the introduction and the conclusion is the hardest part and should be written last. Unfortunately, some teachers/professors may require an intro first as a preview. It just depends on your teacher/professor. 3. My biggest piece of advice is something I struggle with, but it is helpful. It’s called a zero draft. It’s when you write stuff. Whatever comes to mind.It doesn't exactly have to be brainstorming, but it can be. I think this is way more free-thinking than that. Ex: tuberculosis Deadly, cultural, in pop culture, Sanitariums- places to live. Percy Shelly - author who died from it. Antibiotics - 1940s. Rene Dubos - wrote the first cultural history book. Trudeau - has cabins in NY.

It’s great for perfectionists because it’s no pressure. You KNOW you are going to write garbage. It’s like “word vomit”. From there, you have ideas, and you start to shape up what you have. What matters is getting SOMETHING on the page. Perfection does not exist. I have to tell myself this constantly.(Far easier said than in practice. I have OCD, and it’s a struggle.)

Getting it done is better than nothing at all. Again, I know sooo many people feel the same, so you’re not alone! Even people I look up to struggle with this. Misc ideas: going for walks, even if it's mini walks in the apartment/house. Also, practice self-care. Some people take longer showers/baths, and others take a nap, as crazy as that sounds. It's been weirdly helpful for me. Finally, think of a small reward for when you finally finish!

I hope some of this is helpful. Best of luck, and let me know if you need more help!

#writing tips #writing advice #writing

[iaure]

Sincerely not trying to be annoying, but do you still have plans to write your requests one day?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the short answer: yes and no. The longer answer:

The elden ring asks; yes! Those are headcanons and much easier to digest. i am answering the godwyn ask today, as well as working on the tanith/rykard ask. elden ring, in general, is easier for me to digest, though it's generally much slower work, as there's more lore for me to take into account. one thing i often strive for is complete accuracy, though i do not doubt i've been wrong before. they take a very long time, due to being paired against my work and other life events, but i find them much easier to do.

the cheater!miguel ask; most likely not. though the concept was good, and i would've enjoyed writing it before, full length works are MUCH harder for me to focus on these days. unless it's something i wanted to work on initially (i.e. the daryl dixon mention), it's harder to pump out something that's roughly 5k words unless the idea came to me before. this also goes with one of my rules, that hyperspecific asks would be considered. i never posted the ask, but it's about two paragraphs long! very specific, and given the situation i'm currently in, while i wanted to attempt it before, i don't see it happening.

the tall!s/o leon ask; again, this was a wonderful idea! i'm a tall lamb myself, and always appreciate the representation. but there wasn't much else added onto it aside from 'leon with a tall s/o', so i'm unsure if they were hoping for headcanons, a full length work, mere thoughts...which means it falls into the same category as the miguel ask. again, it falls under another rule i had: 'have a base idea for what you want made', and looking back i feel i could've written it more specifically, but this means more than simply character + single notion. this also means - do you want headcanons? a full work? that sort of thing!

to be very transparent on my situation: i am a store manager for an ailing company store due to malldeath, so i'm under quite a bit of pressure. i do not get off days generally, as more often than not i get called in for one reason or another. paired with health issues i won't divulge and the fact that my ram and i are in a long distance relationship with a time difference, this leaves me with very little energy at all times. my schedule oft looks like this, on a day to day basis; wake up, go to work, get off of work, get home, cook and clean for my family, speak with my ram once he gets off of work, go to bed, repeat. i do not mean to blow off asks and requests-but i did put within my bio that i'm prone to disappearing for a reason. i think some might take it as a more artsy or figurative thing, but i meant it in the most blunt way possible!

this also means that my own writing capabilities are tied directly with inspiration, as opposed to energy. i know quite prolific writers who post every day, splendid things, simply because they have the energy! but i do not have that. if i am compelled to write, it is because something has kickstarted it; usually, starting a new series, as exemplified my ram has asked me to watch the Walking Dead with him. i operate often on a snowball effect; i write one thing, then another, then another, before hitting a block and waiting for the next thing to come along to kickstart it.

allow me to be clear; i am certainly not upset by this ask, nor is it annoying! it's a very genuine question, as it's been nigh a year since most of these asks have been sent. as far as my flock sees, there is no work being done, no proof of such. i suppose it's akin to an absent mother bringing back men after my children get attached to the one prior. it is far from the best situation, but i am attempting to be as transparent as possible about my work and processes.

#message to the flock #anonymous asks (per)

[a-libra-writes]

hi! I hope this is okay to ask, if not that’s okay too^^

I’m a (fanfic) writer also! I love writing but I often struggle with coming up with ideas. I dont have a big following on tumblr (I dont publish my works here), which makes it difficult because I can’t really take reader requests.

I was wondering if you have any tips for coming up with writing topics when you’re stumped? Thank you, I really look up to your work.

Oh this is a fun message!! Ok sorry if i ramble, but i love talking about writing and craft! Im also gonna reblog a specific post of writing advice and encouragement that i adore.

I'd start with what's your favorite sort if fic to write - is it classic multi-chapter fics, oneshots, head canons? Which ones really stood out to you - what were their tropes, tags, the characters? Now, which of those you kind of liked, but something felt off? Was it the prompt, something in the plot, something in the characterization? And which ones peeved you so much you just had to click off - what about those annoyed you?

This will help you visualize what you look for in fanfic, and what sort of scenarios and characterization click with you. If you're writing a single character, that's much easier to work with than say, 10 (or 30~40 .... word to aspiring and new writing blogs ....... maybe give yourself a character limit orz........)

You'll find some characters come naturally to you, wether because they're your favorite or a character archtype you just "get". Some you'll love but still struggle with - I remember being so worried with writing Roose and Tywin from ASOIAF, because they're subtle and more complex. And honestly, I don't like my early work with them ... but I kept at it. You gotta keep at it. Now I'm pretty confident in writing them; it took a while to get there!

((Also I think all writers in general should consider what their strengths and flaws are - this can be hard to pin down objectively, especially after staring at your own work for hours! Think what your favorite parts of writing are. Which parts in your story are giving you that rush of excitement, and why? Which parts are you dreading to work on?))

I think some topics/scenes will jump at you and beg to be written, but it's annoying when you want to write your fav and you're drawing a blank. While requests can be great for this - I've gotten so many delightful ones - you also need to draw from your own creative well. So, how?

Reading other fic is a great inspiration. Don't be afraid to say someone directly inspired you - link to them and mention them! - and build off that. As I said earlier, what if you read a fic that had a great plot or scenario, buuuut you would've done something different? "What if" is a great starter. If you're writing reader insert stuff like this blog, draw from your own experiences in life. Or maybe there was something in the show/book/movie/etc that you really wanted to see, but it didn't happen. What if this character didn't die? What if this major event went differently? "What if" is the basis of all fanfic - besides smooching, that is.

(You can also take a prompt you read in one fandom fic and apply it to another! "Oh i love this reader insert story from Show A, how would my blorbos from Movie B respond in the same situation?")

And on that note, sometimes it's fun to write what personally comforts you and what's your personal fantasy. Requests revolving around family life and kids are easy because I love that shit, and it's something I'd think up on my own without prompting. Lists are great for this - what do you like to write best? What scenarios or characters are you curious about exploring? Brainstorm and make notes! Daydream! Discuss with other fandom friends! You don't have to sit down and chunk out a complete 2.5k+ word fic for every idea. Sometimes just the notes and brainstorming is enough, sometimes you'll wanna explore further.

I feel like most writers will understand that feeling when an idea just grabs them and they have to pursue it. Requests and suggestions are all well and good, but at the end of the day, write what grabs you. That's what you'll put your heart into and feel proud of. It may stay a 300 word drabble or sprawl into multiple chapters of madness, or fall somewhere in between - it's your fic!

#anons asking questions and me word vomitting #name a more iconic duo #libra says #not writing