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greatooglymooglyyy · 1 month

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Heyyyyy

I suck at coming up with requests but I want stories so bad lmfao 😭✋

Anyways, I saw that you were looking for requests and decided to throw one over.

Could you do a story that has to do with Matt and a reader who is really artsy and will straight up draw on his arms and color in his tattoos at the most random times?

Hope thats not too terrible an attempt at a concept lol, thanks

🦥

You Drew Stars (M.S.)

contains: fluff, kissing, general teethrotting sweetness, 900+ words

a/n: anon do you even remember requesting this? lmao listen i love you. this is a bit different from what you said butttt i tried.

“You sure you won’t be bored?” Matt asks as he settles in his gaming chair, looking over his shoulder to where I’m seated.

I smile over at him and shake my head at the question. It's one he asks every time he starts a stream when I’m around. “I’m sure. But are you sure it’s okay if I paint in here?”

After I fell asleep waiting for him to finish a game last week, Matt came home with an unreasonable amount of art supplies. I’d been watching Bob Ross videos on repeat for a couple of months- What can I say? He’s a gateway drug- and he thought I'd like to try painting for myself.

“Of course you can. That’s like the whole point.” Matt answers with a smile. I readjust the sheet under me anyway before I squeeze a small amount of paint onto my palette.

As I start to sketch out an outline with a pencil, I hear Matt start his stream and greet everybody. He starts his game up and begins to explain where he is in his game so I pop in one of my airpods and try to focus. After about twenty minutes, Matt swivels his chair around quickly and I look up at the sound.

“What’s on my floor?” He reads out with a laugh making me realize I hadn’t thought to check if I was in the frame. But it's too late now and I’m not about to crawl across the floor so I pop my head up and wave. “Hi, chat.”

He gestures out for me so I stand and go to his side, letting him wrap an arm around my waist. I lean into him, resting my head against his, while I read. “I was painting but I’m just a beginner. It’s not good yet.”

“That’s not true,” Matt says, holding up his phone and showing off his lock screen. It's a picture of a drawing I did on his back a couple of days ago. We’d been watching a movie in his bed when he fell asleep so I’d taken the opportunity to paint Charmander. “She did this in like an hour. I didn’t want to wash it off.”

I roll my eyes at him and squint at the chat trying to pick out a comment to respond to. “Do another one? I should when he’s done streaming.” I say with a smile, going to pull away and lay back on the floor.

“You can do it now,” Matt says, pulling me back to him. “Go get the other chair. I’ll stay still.”

I give him a look of disbelief. “You can’t sit still and stream.”

“I only need one arm. C’mon.” He says, moving me gently out of his way so he can scoot his chair over.

Well, I guess this is happening. I shrug and do what he says, collecting my art supplies and rolling the spare chair over to him.

I decide to try painting tiny planets because they seem easy enough and they fill in the gaps between his tattoos. He smiles when I begin, muttering about it tickling, but then turns his attention back to the game.

To his credit, he does try to keep his promise and stay still, only jumping up or making a big disturbance a couple of times. When I’m done, I sit back and stare at his arm. It’s kind of cute when you turn your head and squint.

Noticing I’m not painting anymore, Matt looks down at his arm and gasps dramatically. “Look, guys.” He says, carefully lifting his arm to show his stream.

I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. “You’re so embarrassing.”

He nods at where his phone lies between us. “Take a picture before I accidentally fuck it up.”

*******************************************

A week later, I’m still being tagged in edits of us from the stream. Currently, I’m lying on my stomach, kicking my feet and giggling over the comments on a new one. ‘The way he looks at her. God, when will it be my turn.’ As if my ego needed more stroking. Just as I like one asking if I can fight, Matt’s door opens and I look up. I hadn’t even heard them come home.

“Hi, baby.” He says as he pulls off his shirt and opens his closet. My face screws up when I notice his arm has been wrapped in saran wrap. “Hey. You got a new tattoo? You didn’t tell me.”

Usually, the night before he gets a tattoo, he googles images to have a good idea of what he wants. We stay up for hours looking through drafts together so I’m a little sad he didn’t want my input this time.

Matt grins at me, coming over to sit on the bed. “It was a surprise.” He starts to unwrap his arm, wincing slightly, and my jaw drops when I recognize what it is.

With as light a touch as I can manage, I smooth my fingers over the tiny drawings of Saturn and Venus. My eyes start to water as I look up to meet his eyes. “You got my painting.”

“I did.” He says, leaning in close and placing a kiss on my jawline.

“Why?” I ask, in equal parts wonder and bewilderment. “You said you want to fill that gap with something special.”

He pulls back and raises his brows. “It is special. My girl drew it for me.”

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vendetta-if · 10 months

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Lmao, this mental image came to my head, but imagine a toddler mc walking up to their family babbling about their "imaginary friend" and their power hadn't really shown itself then or at least when they were around and when asked about it they point towards a humaniod-ish looking shadow standing behind them kinda just standing there.

“I don’t know whether I should be worried, Cara,” Viktor says, eyes glancing around the apartment nervously. “Sasha has been babbling about this… friend of theirs but it’s only me and them in the house. And I’ve heard them seemingly talking to someone but when I came to check, there was no one there…”

“Relaaax, Vitya,” Cara laughs, waving Viktor’s worry off. “It’s completely normal for kids to have imaginary friends!”

Viktor’s hunched shoulders sag slightly in relief. “Really? Did Ash have one too?”

“Well, I don’t think so.” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Or maybe they did but they never told me. Anyway, the point still stands; it’s nothing strange for kids to have active imagination. On the contrary, I think that’s a sign of a healthy brain development. Maybe they’ll grow up to be a creative person like you!”

Viktor perks up and grins, “Oh! You should totally see their drawings! I keep every single—”

He’s cut off as he catches a glimpse of something rushing past his peripheral vision.

“What the—” Cara gasps in surprise as well.

Before either of them can comprehend what just happened, the sound of Sasha giggling brings their attention away. Sasha is running in their direction as fast as their little legs can bring them, their chubby hands are outstretched in front of them as if they’re chasing something… or running away from something.

Viktor immediately jumps out of his seat and crouches to take Sasha in his arms before they trip on their feet. “Sasha! What did we talk about running around the house?” he chides gently.

“Yeah, you could hurt yourself, you know?” Cara adds, approaching by Vikto’s side.

Sasha bows their head. “Sorry, Dad… Aunt Cara,” they mumble adorably and Viktor sighs. There’s no way he can stay angry for more than a few seconds.

“Just promise not to do it again, okay?” he says and Sasha nods eagerly. “Why were you running, anyway?” he asks curiously.

“I’m playing tag with my friend!” they squeal happily.

“The one you’ve told your dad about for weeks now?” Cara clarifies.

“Mhm!” Sasha nods before pointing at somewhere behind Viktor and Cara. “Oh! They wanna say hi!”

Viktor and Cara look at each other in worry before they both slowly turn around to see who—or what Sasha is pointing at. Viktor expected nothing but air at where they’re pointing, but he has never been more wrong in his life.

“GAH!” Cara yells, jumping slightly in surprise as she quickly reaches down to her holster.

Even Viktor can’t help but yelp in surprise, instinctively holding onto Sasha tighter to protect them and muscles tensing in preparation to either fight or run.

There—exactly where Sasha is pointing at—is a thin and shadowy figure. It doesn’t have a face, only more swirling darkness. Its edges are blurry, making it looks more like a black smoke. And now that he focuses more on the figure, it seems to be slightly translucent as well, like a ghost.

This is something out of a horror movie. Is this the friend Sasha is talking about? No way, right?

“W—Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?!” Viktor barks at the figure.

The figure only lifts up its scraggly right arm and gives a little, awkward wave. Shit, is this figure a person or maybe it is controlled by someone not far from here to keep an eye on him and his child?

“Get out of here, right now, you freak! Or you’ll regret it!” he snarls, shifting to the side to get Sasha away from this monster as far as possible.

He’s not sure whether it’s because of his threats or what, but the shadowy figure fades away. However, both Cara and Viktor are still on high alert, not wanting to keep their guard down. After all, the guy might still be around.

“You and Sasha should stay at Luka’s tonight,” Cara says, voice dead serious as she pulls out her phone.

“Yeah, let me pack some things first,” Viktor agrees, quickly bolting to Sasha’s room to pack some clothes, Sasha still securely carried in one of his arms.

“Dad…” Sasha yawns. “Where are we going? And why were you so rude to my friend?” They rub their hands on their eyes.

“We’re going to stay with Uncle Luka for a while until we figure out what’s going on, okay?” Viktor explains. “Also, stay away from that figure. We don’t know who or what they are. They could be wishing to harm us for all we know.”

“They don’t,” Sasha whines. “They’ve always been there for me!”

“We don’t know that for sure, baby,” Viktor mutters.

“But I know! I just know it!” Sasha insists. “They’re not evil, they just wanna help.”

Viktor stops for a second, thoughts running through his head. Could it be…? Could it have something to do with Sasha’s power? But Sasha is still so young, he doesn’t expect their power to start manifesting this early but such cases are not exactly unheard of.

Still, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to book an appointment with a pediatrician. He’ll do that later. For now, he’ll expect the worst and make sure Sasha is safe first.

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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HIIIIIII ugh ur writings are so freakin good and so fun to read it makes me AHHHH could I request kyle, stan, and kenny (separate) with a f!reader that can’t control her facial expressions at all so she’s pretty much an open book? Maybe have the reader be an artist so when she’s drawing she’s like 🤩😙🙁😋🤨😱😐 THANK UUUUU

expressions

(headcannons + drabbles!) the main three's separate reaction to their artist gf who is very expressive whenever they draw (requested!)

main three (separate) x female!reader no cws wc: 1007 overall

an: omg its my first time writing in an hc listed format also the drabbles are a lot more artist gf than the expressive thing sorry huhuuu (also i forgot to reply to the ask last time i took up a request LMAO)

🍀 k. broflovski (wc: 330)

He really wants to comment on it, but doesn’t wanna bother you

I don’t mean that in a bad way! I just think that he finds it entertaining to see your mood and facial expressions shift around a lot

Like okay imagine you two parallel playing, both of you off in your own worlds

Kyle looks up at you to see you go from happy to frustrated to upset to shocked all in the span of a few seconds

He definitely finds it adorable and just basks in it by the side

Completely forgets what he was doing cause you’re just so gosh darn cute awwww

You were lying face down, arms holding you up, on his bed. You were tasked to make landscapes of any place but from different perspectives and views. To be honest, you were struggling a little bit. Backgrounds and scenery aren’t quite your strong points, but that didn’t mean you weren’t trying! You were lying down there, tongue poking out as you focused really hard to get the drawing looking at least a little bit realistically correct. You were real deep into it that you didn’t even realize Kyle was watching you until you heard a soft giggle in the back, which immediately made your head whip up. “Hmmm?” You hummed, questioning what he was laughing about. “Ah, it’s nothing.” He smiled at your curiosity. The look of amusement on his face was still there, so you had a hint of what was going on. “You’re just really pretty." You felt your cheeks heat up, giddily smiling to yourself as you felt your legs kicking back and forth in happiness. “Thank you…” You hummed. He only laughed more in return. “Don’t thank me.” He said, lifting your head up by the chin with his fingers as he placed a little kiss on your nose.

🍁 k. mccormick (wc: 360)

FINDS IT SO CUTE

but definitely teases you about it like

“You should take up acting, YN. You’re really good at changing emotions.”

Do you know how some people make facial expressions and random body movements for reference while drawing?

When he sees it for the first time, with no context whatsoever, he thought you got possessed or something CAUSE YOU WERE JUST FLAILING YOUR ARMS AROUND WHILE LOOKING INTENTLY AT THEM

I can just imagine him lying down, watching you drawing, while he’s kicking his feet in the air HEPL

You and your boyfriend, Kenny, were sat slumped against a wall in the back of some alleyway, spending your time together in the quiet where only sounds of passing cars, footsteps and chatter of pedestrians, and the soft winds blowing every now and then. You were getting into your drawings on your little sketchbook, moving from one doodle to the other and leaving many unfinished. Every couple of minutes, you’d revisit the other, but that was only if you were still up to it. Other than that, you had new ideas pulling you away from your drawings every other second. Kenny was playing with the hair that fell by the side of your face as you were doing your own business—twirling, braiding, and unfurling it over and over again. You stretched out your hand and formed it in a reached-out, grabbing motion, shifting it every so often to get a better view of what it looked like. Kenny watched you observing yourself in intrigue as well, resting his chin on your shoulder. As soon as you were done and about to get back to drawing, he lifted himself back up and started to play with your hair once more. While you were drawing out the hand same hand you motioned earlier, you felt a soft kiss on your cheek, which caught you off guard. You turned your head in Kenny's direction, giving him a look that asked, ‘Why?’ Not in a bad way, just out of curiosity. He shrugged in return, cupping your face in one hand with his fingers resting on both cheeks as he squeezed them. “Cutie.”

🎸 s. marsh (wc: 317)

He doesn’t pay much mind to it honestly

He sees it for the first time and thinks it’s kinda silly, but not much after that

He brings it up sometimes though like

“Oh, yeah, I think it’s funny how you’re really expressive.”

But really its not something that bothers him

If anything, he finds it really adorable sometimes, especially when you get a little too into the zone and you’re just changing expressions every millisecond

Honestly, I think it’s a neat little dynamic since you’re probably really bubbly while Stan’s more aloof

You and Stan were in your favorite corner of the world—Stark’s Pond. Okay, technically, it’s one of the farthest things from a corner, given that it’s a whole landscape, but it was a special place unbeknownst to many, especially people who aren’t from the small town of South Park. You two were sat on a bench by the pond, Stan playing the guitar cross-legged, and you were leaning towards it while drawing on your tablet. You hummed along with the songs he was playing, familiar to you as it was your relationship’s self-declared theme song. Your face was twisted in a pout, trying to get a small detail, but important (to you), correct. You clicked your tongue, flipping your canvas every so often to make sure it looked right or physically possible. You sighed, resting your body weight on Stan as he paused to look at you and your art’s progress. “Frustrated?” He hummed, putting his arm down so that it was more comfortable for you to lean onto him. “No,” you clicked your tongue. “Just need to get around this little part. Like, I can’t draw feet for the life of me.” You sighed, tipping your head a little further as you ground into Stan's shoulder. He found himself giggling at you, patting your back, and giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

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marshmellopie · 3 months

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YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

#[PRICE SPEAKS]#spamton... my salesman...#despite usually drawing him happy i assure you he's like. really fucked up #i don't draw angst much but only because it comes out looking weird for some reason #i think i should make him cry #spamton #deltarune

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goosewriting · 1 year

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Rise turtles with a gn!reader s/o who is very tall like 190 or 233 cm in height like some one piece characters bc if you watch it or read it yeah

My eyes are up here (pun intended) (rottmnt x reader)

summary: headcanons for the turtles with a very tall reader.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x tall GN reader (separate, established)

warnings: none!

word count: ~830

A/N: i’m assuming you meant a human reader, for which 233 cm is freaking massive so i went with 203 cm (6’8”). you can see the size comparison here (lmao splinter). i based the turtles’ heights on this chart; i’m fairly sure that’s the canon one. also sorry this one’s so short! i’m pretty short myself (pun not intended) so racking my brain to come up with these was particularly difficult sdjfhsdf

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

Leo discovered how much he likes being the small spoon when he started cuddling with you.

Most times he wants to feel like the “protector”.

He is a ninja after all.

But when he really grasped your size and build, that perception shattered completely.

Loves it when you tower over him.

He is 100% smitten with you.

Has definitely misjudged a distance or depth so that you end up hitting your head or shoulder somewhere because he pushed/dragged you with him, convinced you’d fit.

When Leo’s feeling cocky, he’ll probably try to kabe-don you, but will get too flustered every time.

Has begged you a million times to do the Dirty Dancing move where he comes running and you lift him up, spinning.

Whether you feel like you can pull it off or not is up to you lol

🔴 Raph

Our big boy in red is delighted.

He’s usually the biggest/tallest one in the room.

So when April introduced you to the group he was all starry eyed.

You’re so tall!

After you got together, his favourite thing is when you hug him and rest your chin on his head.

Forehead kisses 🥺

You’re the only one who can do the thing to him where you hold something over his head and mock him about not being able to reach.

His shell doesn’t really allow him to be the small spoon (which makes him a bit sad).

So instead your favourite cuddling position is you on your back and Raph on top, with your legs at his side as he rests his face on your chest/stomach.

You can’t help but gently trace the edge of his shell and spikes on his shoulder, he looks so peaceful!

Raph may or may not have purred at this while asleep.

Your cheeks burn up every time you think about it.

🟠 Mikey

Mikey is shmol.

And that’s a fact.

How he managed to pull someone as tall as you, he has no idea.

You always call him “pocket size” to tease him, but you mean it endearingly, not in a mocking manner.

He lets you get away with it, but will use the “how’s the weather up there?” joke if he wants to tease you back.

Mikey loves getting piggy back rides.

You may or may not leave things up high on purpose so you can come up from behind, offering to help him reach it.

No matter your body type, Mikey will 100% ask you to pose for him so he can draw you.

He’s fascinated by how far your limbs can reach.

Will often hold out his hand over yours to compare sizes.

Or stretch out his legs when sitting next to you, seeing how when your hips are aligned, his feet don’t go much farther than your knees.

🟣 Donnie

The purple turtle doesn’t really care about what you look like.

He has his spider leg thingies so he can reach wherever.

But with your height, he’ll still try to take advantage of it by having you help out in his lab somehow.

Either by holding several things in place at the same time.

Or using you as a measuring instrument when he doesn’t have his measuring tape at hand.

“Hey Y/n, come here and stretch your arm along this panel please.”

He aligns the tips of your fingers to the metal panel and marks where it ends on your upper arm with a pen.

Then guides you towards a different panel to get the right length to cut them the same size.

Really he’s just using that as an excuse to touch you, but don’t point it out or he’ll stop doing it.

And you’re amused as well so why confront him about it.

Donnie has definitely used something along this line* against you when he was mad about something.

When he’s feeling especially vulnerable or blue, he’ll take off his battle shell and sit back with his soft shell against your chest so you hug him from behind. Your arms are long enough to completely engulf him.

*Transcription: “What was that? Sorry, I just thought somebody above the national average height said something. (Dry chuckle) You’re disgusting, tall man. Shrink.”

Bonus:

🐀 Splinter (platonic, friendly kid-in-law kinda relationship)

Be aware that if you offer him a ride on your shoulders once, he will not hesitate to ask you for them when out and about.

For example when exploring the Hidden City.

If you’re nearby and he wants to talk to Draxum and is trying to make a point, he may climb you up himself and sit on your shoulders to be more on eye level with him.

Doesn’t like it when he’s trying to reach for something high up and you pick it up for him.

Instead has no shame in asking you to pick him up and towards the high shelf so that he can reach for the thing himself.

~~~~~

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callsign-rogueone · 2 months

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midnight snow - d.a.

Dain Aetos x crush!reader part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 words: 734 🏷: no real spoilers, no pronouns used for the reader! for the sake of this story, leadership has night duty like college RAs (Dain gives me overly-serious RA energy lmao). reader is implied to be shorter than Dain but in my head he’s like. 6’2 so 🤷🏻‍♀️

meet me on the south side of the courtyard at midnight, the note had read.

In the distance, the bell tower tolls twelve times. Where are they?

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” your dragon scolds. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”

You shush her urgently, flattening your body against the wall as footsteps approach, and drawing the blade from your side.

As soon as the dark shape of a person appears in your vision, you press them up against the wall, dagger poised to strike.

“It’s just me!” A familiar voice says through the dark.

“Dain?” You ask, stunned. You release him quickly, laughing in bewilderment as he steps into the light.

He blinks at you, confused. “What’s so funny?”

“You’ve never broken a rule in your life, but you were the one who left me that cryptic-ass note saying to sneak out after curfew?” You ask, sheathing the blade.

He blushes. “I just wanted to see you. But I’m on watch tonight, so technically, you’re the only one who snuck out.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease, rubbing your arms. You hadn’t realized how cold it was out here until now, the adrenaline having faded as soon as you realized who you were meeting here.

He drapes the cloak he’s holding over your shoulders, wrapping you in soft warmth and the comforting scent of standard-issue soap and something distinctly him.

You close your eyes for a moment, just content to stand here by his side.

“Look,” he says quietly, nodding toward the archway in front of you. A soft winter snowfall has started.

You watch in amazement as a wash of tiny white flakes swirl with the wind, drifting across the courtyard. “It never snows where I’m from. We just get rain all winter.”

He reaches forward, catching a few tiny flakes on his hand. “No two are identical.”

You point at a pair on his index finger. “That one’s you, and that one’s me.”

His breath forms a gentle cloud of heat in front of him as he laughs. “Yeah?”

You hum in affirmation. “Totally different, but both made up of the same thing, with the same goal.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “Only you could give snow human feelings.”

“I’m trying to be poetic here, mister logical,” you huff.

“My apologies. Please continue.”

The two flakes are starting to melt against the warmth of Dain’s hand. “They’re only here for a short while before they fade and return to the earth, but they’re beautiful while they last.”

“Stronger together than they are separately,” he adds quietly, wrapping an arm around you.

You smile, leaning into him. “Yeah.”

For a moment, all is calm and quiet. The snow continues to fall, but you’re warm under Dain’s cloak, pressed against his side, watching the ground slowly be covered by the white flakes.

Two sets of heavy footsteps approach: Infantry, on their watch.

Dain steps back to give you a few feet of space, but he doesn’t suggest that you run or hide. “I was thinking for squad battle this year, we should pair based on strength to balance things out,” he says, and you blink, confused until you realize what he’s doing.

You’re hiding in plain sight.

“Yeah,” you agree. “That gives the smaller squads a fighting chance, and that way it’s still a challenge for everyone, but we won’t lose as many. Our numbers are already too low.”

You hold your breath as they pass, glancing at you wordlessly before continuing on their way. When you’re sure they’re gone, you sigh in relief, giggling. “Nice recovery there, wingleader. Sounded very official.”

Dain laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. “Thank you.”

You yawn softly, resting your head against his shoulder. It’s nearing one in the morning, and you’ve had a long day.

He rubs your back gently. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” He takes your hand, leading you back upstairs to your room in near-silence until you reach your door.

You reach for the clasp of the cloak to give it back, but he stops you.

“Keep it,” he says. “It looks good on you.”

Feeling brave, you stand a little taller, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Dain.”

He spends the rest of his watch wandering the halls, replaying that moment in his mind until the sun rises.

#dain aetos #dain aetos x reader #fourth wing #reader insert #fourth wing x reader #mine

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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JEWEL CONGRATS ON 1K!!!!! 🥳

for the event, could i request a drabble inspired by the song strawberries and cigarettes for yoongi (or any member you feel comfy with!) ?

tysm and congrats again!! <33

nixie! thank you so much for the request. i've been on such a troye sivan binge and forgot how depressing this song actually is, lmao. so i hope you like this! <3

smoke rings

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used) genre: vague established relationship; angst-y? i dunno warnings: unedited. swearing, cigarettes, mentions of being drunk, one mention of an implied hookup, the cops, wanting someone who's not good for you and may or may not actually want you back, etc. you know how it is sometimes. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 746

It’s always been like this with Yoongi.

Always a chase. You chasing him, him chasing you, and never at the same time. Timing never right. Always just off-kilter. Always a second late.

You’re used to chasing shadows. Used to chasing illusions, figments of your imagination. Desires. You’re used to chasing down dead-ends. Used to swallowing down one bad idea and chasing it with another. When you’re so used to chasing chaos, you shouldn’t be surprised when you finally catch up to it.

Like right now, when your hand is grasped so tightly in his you’re sure it’ll bruise. The two of you are running down some nondescript side street, lungs aching and breath materializing in front of you in the bitter autumn cold. Every so often he’ll slow down and turn back to you, the amber glow of the streetlights filling in the contours of his face. Those sharp cheekbones. He can’t seem to steady his steps, two left feet and all half-baked coordination as he smiles at you devilishly over his shoulder and winks.

Except, unlike all those times before, you’re not the only one chasing Yoongi.

So are the fucking cops.

Sirens whine in the distance, red blue purple lights reflecting off of every brick wall. There’s a threat looming around every corner, but Yoongi always peeks first. Always pulls you back at the last second. Every step has the keys jangling in your pocket, weighing you down, counting steps and seconds until you reach your car.

Ten, nine, eight.

It won’t be like this forever, you know. One day your youth will catch up to you and all that invincibility will disappear like smoke. What you have now will eventually be nothing more than a memory: you’ll forget how loud the sirens are, the names of the side streets Yoongi pulls you down, the sound of his footfall on the pavement. You’ll forget the way he smells, the brand of cigarettes shoved into his back pocket, whether the rip in his jeans was above his left knee or the right.

Seven, six, five.

What you’ll never be able to forget is Yoongi’s wild laugh cutting through the night. Loud because it’s right next to you, but still drowned out by sirens, boots on asphalt, the sound of your own laughter that dies when your car comes into view. A cracked windshield. You’re running out of time again.

Yoongi pulls the door open, falls ungracefully into the passenger seat. Doesn’t bother with his seatbelt, just digs out his cigarette pack and sticks one between his lips, still breathing heavily, hands still trembling. “Can you light my cigarette for me?” he asks, pressing the lighter into your palm. You’re shaking, too. Could barely get the key in the ignition and turn it over.

Four, three, two.

You flick the wheel once, twice. A spark and a flame. Yoongi leans in close, turns the filter cherry red, sucks in deep and lets it out slow. All of this is going to dissipate like smoke, but Yoongi’s smiling, cheeks strawberry pink, is close enough to kiss. It’d taste like nicotine, but you don’t think you’d mind the taste on him.

One.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, rolling down the window to let the smoke out; parallels you aren’t going to draw. So you just nod, listen. Put the car in drive and keep your headlights off until you reach the highway.

Zero to sixty.

Another parallel.

The bag of sour candy spills all over the floor.

Yoongi laughs so hard he cries, clutches at his stomach. You try to hush him, try to pick up all the individually-wrapped pieces and shove them back in the bag, but it’s late and you’re a little drunk and the two of you got stuck with the worst fucking driver in the entire city. You lean down and the cab jerks to the left, and Yoongi grabs your forearm to steady you. Suddenly goes all quiet, and quiet scares you.

Because he’s touched you before. Like this, protective and gentle, a little yearning, but he’s also touched you more desperately; touched you hotter, more intimately. It’s hard to forget a touch like that, so a gentle, protective touch feels like something far worse. Yoongi knows it. Loosens his grip, walks his fingers closer to your wrist, twines your fingers together.

You wonder why you do this. Why you haven’t let it go.

Maybe one day you’ll get it right.

#work: 1kfm #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi angst #yoongi scenarios #yoongi imagine #yoongi drabble #yoongi fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #jewel writes #jewel answers

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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“Rafael!” Magnus screamed as he broke into the apartment, almost stepping on poor Chairman who was waiting for him by the door. “Rafael!”

“What happened?” Rafael, who was seated at the dining table, a highlight between his teeth, asked patiently.

Magnus put down his bag with a thud. “You will never believe what happened.”

“Uncle Raph finally followed you back on Instagram,” Rafael guessed.

“Why would you remind me of that?” Magnus pouted. “But no. This even better.”

“Oh?” the boy raised an eyebrow.

Magnus exhaled deeply and twirled around. “Alec kissed me.”

“What?” Rafael squealed. “He did?”

“Yes!” Magnus squealed too. “Can you believe it? I’ve been sending that idiot signals for months now!”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Rafael started to hyperventilate. “I have been waiting for this day forever.”

“Me too!” Magnus sighed dramatically. “Oh, Rafe. It still feels like a dream.”

“You have to tell me everything!” the boy ordered, pushing his books away. “No. Draw me a picture.”

“I’m not drawing you a picture!” Magnus replied incredulously. “But I can recreate it. I remember every second.”

Rafael squealed again. “Okay. Okay. Hold on. How did he kiss you? Did he hold your face or your waist?”

“Well, first he held my face and his hands just drifted off and grabbed my hips,” Magnus giggled.

"That's the best way!" Rafael groaned.

"His fingers slipped through my hair at one point," Magnus confessed with a dreamy sigh. "I felt like I was in heaven."

“Did he press his forehead against yours when you were done kissing?” Rafael whispered.

“He did!” Magnus all but sobbed. “Then he kissed me again.”

Rafael screamed into a cushion. “I can’t.”

“I think I’ve been ruined,” Magnus sighed dramatically.

“I’m going to make a Pinterest board for the wedding!” Rafael screamed and ran into his room.

“Rafael!” Magnus laughed.

But he didn’t exactly stop the other boy.

Just in case.

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“So, you know that guy from my office?” Alec asked as he got from work and settled down on the couch. “The one I have a crush on?”

Max, who was sprawled on the floor with his feet up, playing video games, hummed. “The shiny dude?”

“Yep,” Alec confirmed. “I kissed him.”

“Nice,” Max whistled, not looking away from the screen. “You kiss him on the mouth?”

“Where the fuck else would I kiss him?”

“You’ve been kissing his ass so far,” Max noted.

“Fuck you," Alec replied. "It’s a nice ass.”

Max turned around. “You grab it when you kiss it?”

“Of course,” Alec nodded solemnly.

“Nice,” Max winked and went back to his game. “Pizza for dinner?”

“Works for me.”

-- I couldn't get this out of my head lmao. Inspired by this iconic Friends scene of course.

#single dad aus #malec #malec fics #lightwood bane family

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greasysteak · 2 months

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NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

Tagged by @ihatedean (thank youuu 💗)

Last song: Golden Age by Ethel Cain

Favorite color: blue and magenta

Last movie/Tv Show: last movie i watched is Saltburn which I watched with my best friend 💗 and last show is Six Feet under which I’m watching at the moment; very underrated and really good, supernatural fans that enjoy the family drama angle will love it. (I’ve wanted to watch succession for forever omg but I never got past the first ep….)

Sweet/spicy/savory: SPICY, then savory, then sweet.

Relationship status: I like someone but I still don’t know what I will do about it :3

Last thing I googled: “cold symptoms below the neck” which I have 😭,,, searched it right now after I woke up from my nap; I wanted to go to the gym but I feel really sick and I’ve had a fever this few days (not covid LOL took a test). I hope I can go tomorrow, skipping makes me really really anxious :(

Current obsession: supernatural, I’ve never had a random blog before this, and drawing pony versions of supernatural characters LMAO (I can send u them if u wanna see…..)- I haven’t watched mlp since I was a kid so I can’t say I care for it but they’re very easy and quick to draw so it’s super fun 😭

Last book: Jane Eyre which I had to re read for class and I really enjoyed it.

Looking forward to: going to the gym, having dinner today and seeing my best friend next week. And on tumblr I want to interact with mutuals more, this side of spnblr feels so cozy.

Tagging: @vampzyke , @samdeanbitchjerk , @passengerseatsam , @cowboyincest , @mattereat , @wrestlingindirtpitsdemo , @zombiejunk @steppesliver , @weirdbrosinc and everybody else that feels like doing it 💗last time this circulated I tagged other mutuals so I here I tagged new people but still.

#tag game #mutuals #TAHNK YOU FOR TAGGING MEEEEEE

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Yes all the Aemond and Amaelia cuddling headcanons please!!

I'm fighting through a headache that's out to get me and a cold, so these might be short-ish, but I also really wanted to do this because I need all the fluff rn! Here goes!

Dad!Aemond cuddling his daughter (modern au headcanons)

Literally, the moment Amaelia was placed in Aemond's arms after she was born, Aemond knew that the best feeling in the world was having his daughter in arms, and feel her tiny head on his chest, feel her breathing on him.

Her tiny hands grasping onto his shirt.

Also when he nuzzled her tiny, delicate head and gets a whiff of that signature baby smell? MY HEART

When Amaelia is still a baby and she wakes up at night crying, Aemond gladly takes over the task of getting up to change and feed her. He’s a dad™️ now so he has his rocking chair™️ and all that. So he’ll sit there in his chair with Amaelia in arms, Patch or Vaghar by his feet, and just cradle her in arms, watching her long eyelashes and her big eyes fluttering close again as she sips on her bottle.

Again, while she’s still a baby, he’ll put one of his long ass movies or documentaries and just watch them while she’s in his chest, with her face all nuzzled against his neck. Definitely don’t imagine Aemond in a bun or a braid because otherwise Amaelia will play with his hair and get it in her mouth/get a tourniquet on her tiny fingers.

When Amaelia has nightmares, she runs to her parents’ bed and nestles herself in between them, face buried in mom’s chest, but Aemond is always pressed to her back to protect her™️

Definitely don’t think about Aemond cuddling with her at night to read her bedtime stories otherwise you’ll die of cuteness overload 💀 where do you think she got her love for all things dragons and princesses and pirates

And as we’ve mentioned, when she grows older and Aemond is watching his boring ass things on the TV and she’s with him and gets tired of drawing, she’ll crawl into his lap and just nap away while Aemond’s movie is still running lmao. But the longer the movie, the longer he has to have Amaelia in arms so he can’t complain.

Carding his fingers through her hair and smelling her head is the most relaxing feeling. And just, feeling her weight on top of him is always very grounding and reassuring to him.

He spent most of his life feeling unwanted, always neglected by his own father, always lurking around in corners without knowing how to interact with people.

And here comes this tiny little girl who loves him unconditionally, who wants to be near him at all times. Just, having her in arms — feeling her, so tangible and real — his heart warms, he’s swooning, he’s never felt this fiercely protective over someone before.

When Amaelia is old enough to actually enjoy the boring documentaries and films™️ she still sits with Aemond, with her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him. Doesn’t matter how old she is — she’s never too old to cuddle with her dad, never to old to have her head scratched by him, and her forehead kissed.

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #modern au #modern!aemond’s family #aemond targaryen hcs #aemond targaryen headcanons #headcanons #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #my oc #my writing

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sukunasweetheart · 2 years

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he who becomes the follower rather than the one being followed. heavy angst, gn!reader

Once you enter your apartment, you kick your shoes off your aching feet and carelessly chuck your belongings onto the counter. The keys clatter against the cold marble and the sound of it pierces through the silence that lingers in your home. Your tired eyes can’t seem to really get a hold of anything.

“Why do you keep working overtime? I told you to stop that. Biting off more than you can chew.”

Sukuna comes from behind and watches you quietly skim your eyes over your near-empty fridge.

“And go grocery shopping, will you? It’s been weeks now.”

You sigh, and retreat to your cupboard where you grab the same cup ramen you’ve been having for dinner for the fourth night in a row.

“Giving me the silent treatment, huh. As usual,” he grunts, crossing his arms with concern. He’s grown sick of this. When will you pick yourself back up?

You don’t even sit down to eat. You pathetically hover over your sink to quickly slurp it up and discard the soup down the drain afterwards. Repeating the same cycle. Work, eat, sleep. Work, eat, sleep. Over and over again.

There are clothes strewn over the floor, because you haven’t been bothering to clean up after yourself. And Sukuna doesn’t know how much more he can tolerate watching you destroying yourself like this. He uncrosses his arms when you walk right past him, almost like you were telling him that you were sick of his nagging.

When he follows after you, he sees you collapse onto your sofa from exhaustion.

“Go to bed. You’ve been falling asleep on the sofa too much recently.”

You bury your head into the pillows and shut him out more, if that was even possible. The furrow in his brows deepen and he sits by your feet.

“Hey. Those are my pillows. Don’t sully them so much. You haven’t even showered yet.” Sukuna continues the one-sided conversation.

You must’ve plopped onto the sofa too hard. Because not long after, a photo frame topples over on the stand next to it. You hear the small clack, and you lift your head a little to look at it - hesitating. Slowly, you sit yourself back up again, and Sukuna draws in a breath, as if he’s preparing for something he’s about to witness for the millionth time.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, his gaze following your hand as it reaches out to grab the frame. When you lift it up and look at the photo, you see that it’s him. Your chest begins to hurt again, and your tired eyes somehow still have the energy to produce endless tears, some of them dropping onto the glass that covers the picture. You bring him close to your heart, and cry freely.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Sukuna sits closer to you and hovers his hand over your face, knowing that he’d phase right through you if he tried to touch you for real. And he can’t get used to this, no matter how hard he tries. He wants to touch you again.

“I know. I know, doll. I’m right here,” he tells you, reassuringly.

But you can’t hear him.

dear readers, hope you enjoyed the angst lmao here are some additional headcanons for modern au sukuna who remains beside you even after his death.

sukuna pretty much follows you wherever you go

when youre at work, he’s there scowling at anyone who scolds you for some mistake youve made

walks right next to you when youre walking, waits beside you when youre waiting in line for a coffee and sometimes runs when youre running to catch a bus too

or maybe if you have your own car, he sits himself in the seat next to you and listens along to the radio if you turn it on, or some music of your choice. sometimes even just complete silence. places his legs up where hes not supposed to, because it doesnt matter anymore, but puts them down again when he remembers how much you scolded him over it that one time

is often talking, even though he knows no one can hear him

if youre out shopping and/or buying things, he’ll say; “get that one. you like those.” and he’s rather ecstatic when you do exactly that lmao

“i used to love those” he comments at some snacks in an aisle. you stop and turn to look at the same snack and grab some.

he does it on purpose, because he wants to feel like youre actually listening to him, he says things that he predicts you’ll do

sometimes, he swears that you hear him though

when he nags you again and tells you to change the bed sheets once in a while, you miraculously feel the same way and do it immediately, leaving him smirking and saying his praises to you

because sukuna walks around with you everywhere, sometimes dogs and cats with keen senses will bark/hiss at you when theyre actually sensing his presence. he’ll tell the animals to piss off.

he lies down beside you when you go to sleep. asks you whats wrong when you wake up abruptly sometimes in the middle of the night. he wants to sleep alongside you, but ghosts cant sleep or dream.

is distraught because there is no use for his fast reflexes anymore, he can’t prevent you from getting injured - not when you trip over your own feet, cut yourself while using a knife, or when something falls from a shelf and hits you on the head

hates when you walk around by yourself at night. its dangerous, especially when hes not there to scare everyone off anymore

if you eventually find someone else to love, he will be so very conflicted

wants you to be happy again but resents that he cant be the one to do that for you now

doesnt know what to feel when his pictures disappear from your home, one by one

“but you promised,” he’d say, sitting on the edge of your bed while you’re texting another person, “that you’d love me forever.”

but thats just him being selfish.

i guess you meant his forever, and not your own.

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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manhandlememando · 11 months

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Gravity Ch. 6

din djarin x f!reader

TW: MDNI: smut, oral (f! receiving), fingering, *slight*dirty talk, language, violence, SA mentions (barely any description of the act itself but it is a topic discussed in this story multiple times), PTSD, nightmares, angsty!Din, the Razor Crest lives, written in 3rd person POV (she/her descriptors)

MDNI warning: this story contains content not suitable for people under the age of 18, please refrain from reading my content if you are underage. Any underage blogs or ageless blogs that interact with this post will be blocked. Stay safe :)

word count: 7,370 (I went a lil overboard lmao, but it’s wicked good)

(series is ongoing)

“Close your eyes,” he managed to speak after a moment of not being able to breathe.

“Din - ,” she begins to question, but he just pushes the pad of his thumb into her mouth. Just the tip of it sliding between her lips and it quieted her in an instant.

“Close… your… eyes,” he requests again, but this time with more stability in his tone. Drawing the short sentence out with small pauses between the words, accentuating each one. Letting go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding she lets her eyelids fall closed. She feels the warmth of his hand leave her face and her bottom lip pouts a little at the loss of contact. Suddenly there’s a sharp hiss and immediately she knows the sound, Din was taking off his helmet. The significance of the situation became tenfold at the thought of him baring his face to her, if not visually but physically. Her breath shook with each passing second as he took her hands and placed them on either sides of his face, caressing the sparse beard along his jaw. Running her finger along the jawline she feels a bald patch and lightly presses her thumb to it. Tracing it slowly as a small smile creeps onto her face, it’s in the shape of a heart.

“What’re you smiling about?” Din asks in a joking tone, however some worry lies below the surface as insecurity breaks through. She doesn’t answer for a minute as she continues to trace his face, the beauty of it striking her once more as she feels the curve of his nose, strong brow, and gorgeous pouted lips.

“You’re so handsome, Din,” she responds lightly, not wanting to scare him off with too much praise. She could barely contain herself as she ran her fingers over the canvas of him, his skin as warm as it looks and so much softer than she thought. He grew hotter to the touch at each passing moment, barely being able to think, all he could do was try to contain himself from enveloping her completely within him. He moved even closer to her and she could feel the soft movement of his breath touching her face. Taking her hands from his frame, he held one as he placed his lips just centimeters from hers. She froze not wanting to move, not wanting this moment to stop for anything as he speaks once again, his lips barely grazing hers as he does so.

“Thank you,” he whispers, and gently kisses her to conclude his gratitude. All of time and space stops around them, she can’t move for a moment, turned to stone in the face of raw tenderness. Sensing her hesitation he begins to lighten the pressure of his lips on hers, but as he does she melts into him. Her whole frame pliable in his grasp, lips molding to his slowly, at his will in every sense. Having cupped her hands to his cheeks again she pulls him in deeper and begins to quicken the kiss into something more desperate. With her eyes still closed and kissing him, Din stands slowly, breaking the kiss as he does. She doesn’t open her eyes but her brows knit in confusion over them. Just as quickly as his lips left hers his hand found purchase under her jaw, tilting her beautiful face up towards him and guiding her to her feet by her chin. Her breath shakes in anticipation, the blindness causing her to be more aroused than she thought it would, the idea of one of her senses being at his disposal causing heat to pool in the haven between her thighs. Suddenly she is engulfed by him as he loses control just a little bit, pushing her up onto the control panels as his lips slot over hers again, her hands finding purchase in his hair as her legs hooked up onto his waist. Still cradling her jaw in one of his large hands he tilts her head to the side and brushes his soft lips over that small space between her shoulder and her neck. He hums in contentment at the sweet taste of her skin, exactly how he had imagined it. Soft moans begin to fall from her lips and Din almost chokes at the sound, having thought of that sound so many times before as he tried to conjure it in his mind late at night. But now it was at his fingertips, keening her chest into his as he continues to place open mouthed kisses up the column of her neck. Gliding his fingertips down her arm he grabs her wrist and pins it behind her back as he leans her backwards into the controls, not caring which buttons were being pressed. Her breath hitches in her throat and Din can barely think as he can hear it begin to quicken, groaning as he grinds his now growing erection into her, the hard length running up the expanse of her inner thigh.

“Stop, stop… I can’t breathe!” She suddenly, shouts as she pushes him off of her. Her eyes are still closed, but her face was contorted in stress and he knew that if he could see her eyes they would be riddled with fear. His confusion clouded his thoughts for a moment as he gathered himself, trying to assess what he had done wrong to cause her so much distress. The realization hit him with the force of a N-1 Naboo Starfighter coming out of hyperdrive, as most realizations did. Din cursed at himself for being so ignorant that for a moment he only saw her desires as something for him to take, when they should be cherished instead. Feeling a sudden pain of guilt in realizing he also shouldn’t have pressured her into this kind of position with what she’s just been through.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. What can I do? What do you need? I’m so sorry cyare. Maker, I’m an idiot!” Din rambles, stepping forward hesitantly trying not to startle her away from him. She puts her hands up having heard him shuffle forward, keeping her chin tucked as she shielded him from the tear lined eyes, breathing heavily as she tries to gather herself before speaking.

“No, I - it’s okay. I just need time,” she says, still a little breathless but coming back to herself somewhat. Shaking her head she lifts her face to him and wipes her cheeks quickly, eyes closed again. She can’t see but his heavy brow knits itself together in anguish at the notion that he had made her cry, his bottom lip trembling and voice breaking as he speaks.

“Cyare… of course, all the time you need, anything you want,” he says and all he wants to do is hold her once again, becoming akin to the feeling of her skin to his. Din was always most at peace with her in his arms, finding solace in the dark of their sleeping courters the past couple of nights. The gravitas of her was forceful enough to disrupt the trajectory of a Mandalorian, and Din was starting to realize he didn’t want it any other way. A small smile creeps upon her lips at his words.

“Can we go to bed?” She asks him, reaching out wanting him again, her haven dawned in beskar. Din leans in to her touch, savoring the feeling of her fingertips gliding across his beard but wishing he could see those lovely eyes while also being able to feel her warm skin on his. She drags her thumb lightly up his jaw until it lands hesitantly over his lips, and she can’t see it but she feels the small smile that has crept onto his lips as he lays a kiss there.

“Elek, vor entye,” Din spoke in Mandalorian, and chuckled at the way her eyebrows cocked into a comical arch of confusion. “Yes, thank you,” Din translates for her.

“For what?” She asks, wrapping her arms around his neck as she opened her body to him again, letting him into her orbit, pulling him into the only thing that felt like home.

“For allowing me to share your bed again,” he whispers as he ducks his head down and brushes his lips to hers before connecting them fully. He doesn’t press forward this time, or move at all for that matter. Terrified he may cause her any type of stress or panic, he waited for her to move or escalate the situation to her liking. To his surprise she leaned in as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, placing one hand at the back of his head and running her hands through the dark locks. She breaks the kiss after several heated seconds pushing on his chest tenderly, moving him off of her much more gently then earlier in the evening.

“Can you bring me to bed, Din Djarin? If you’d let me, I’d love to fall asleep feeling you,” she whispers the last part, making Dins mouth fall agape. He was incredibly glad in that moment she couldn’t open her eyes or she would have seen the very rapidly reappearing erection in his flight suite. Without a word he grabs her hand and brings her to his sleeping chambers, allowing her time to bathe and change as he set an autopilot course to the station port they were in search of. He had calmed down considerably by the time he returned to his room, although when he saw her laying in his bed in only another thin tank top and panties, the bubble of arousal began in his lower abdomen again. He shed his armor slowly, trying to gain his composure before changing and slipping into bed with her. The fresh scent of the soap she uses radiating off of her and he wanted so desperately to press his nose into her neck and just inhale. In that moment, he realized… he could, so, he did. Smiling as he delved his nose into the junction of her neck and shoulder and breathing in deeply. She lets out a sharp burst of laughter at his sudden movements, surprised at his actions but thankful for the intimacy and appreciation nonetheless.

“Vor entye,” she giggles and Din swears his world stops for just a second, not being able to have seen that coming for miles. His heart clenches at the sound of his language falling from those supple lips. (translation: thank you)

“Darasuum,” he replies quietly, trying desperately to not have his voice betray the significance of the moment for him. (translation: always/ eternally)

She drifts to sleep with the weight of him keeping her grounded, her fingers tracing that small heart made by the bald patch on the side of his chin, with only her dreams floating off into the Milky Way.

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“I’ll come with you,” she speaks hastily, trying to get his attention as he gathers his weapons from the hull of the great ship.

They had just docked it in one of the ports on Glavis, the man-made circular ring that made home to traders and business associates alike. Din knew that the certain Mandalorian that he was searching for, who he had referred to as The Armourer, had begun a new convert on the underbelly of the metal ring. He needed to find them again to receive instructions and to present The Armourer with the Dark saber, something Din never discussed and seemed made uncomfortable by. But first he had to complete a mission, sent to find a certain bounty on Glavis in order to receive directions to the convert.

“No,” he said flatly, the gravel of the modulator making his tone seem a little more malicious than it was meant to. “I can do it myself, I’m fine,” he exclaimed, raising a palm to face her in a dismissive action.

“No, no you’re not! Din you were shot, badly. Let me do this one, or at least let me help, please,” she pleads with him, reaching towards him and placing her palms to cup the cheeks of his helmet.

“Let me,” she says, but this time it’s a demand and he knows now that she wasn’t going to give him another option.

“Fine, but you stay behind me the entire time,” he says gruffly, not sure of how this bounty mission would go. Din doesn’t allow her any time to counter him with another argument as he hands her some weapons from the artillery storage.

“Go get ready,” he says and with a sharp turn he exits the hull of the ship.

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She stood outside the butcher shop with the solid weight of unease beginning to set in the pit of her stomach. Not wanting to leave him alone on this hunt because of his injury, she was now regretting agreeing to hang back during it. But he left her no choice, he wouldn’t let her. It was almost this innate thing between them, this understanding that they would do anything for each other, death not even being the darkest of requests.

When she began to hear clamoring within the butcher shop walls, she tensed and leaned forward around the corner to peer through the thick sheets of plastic separating the rooms. She moves through the plastic quickly the second she hears his cry of pain, a short-clipped roar of agony. Her heart froze in her chest for just a second, swearing to Maker that her whole body ceased to function at the thought of him leaving her alone in the universe. As she pushes through the crowd of dog-like beings she can hear his growing grunts of strain, and then she sees it. The glowing light of the Dark saber radiated through another wall of the thick plastic curtains, and with a final roar he seems to bring the sword down onto something. In that cry she can hear more than just his tangible pain, she can hear his rage, his emotional hurt. Moments later Din emerges holding a small canvas sack, which she knew contained the head of the bounty they had been looking for. His visor turns to her for just a moment and she furrows her brow in concern at the way he’s holding himself, leaning his entire body weight onto one leg. He then turns to the rest of the group, all of them left silent at the sight of their employers head in a bag.

“There is a great amount of credits left within that office that I am not entitled to. If you will let me pass you can have full reign of whatever remains from your former boss’ riches.” Din announced and there was a slight pause amongst the group but only until one moved and then suddenly all of them were clamoring towards the door behind Din. Taking several steps through the crowd towards her, she notices he is still favoring one leg so she moves towards him and almost instinctively he fell into her frame. With a grunt she moves his arm to encircle her shoulders, allowing him to put his full body-weight onto her.

"Din, what -," she begins to question but he cut her off.

"I told you to stay put," his tone was menacing and it stung slightly.

"I know, but -," she starts to offer an explanation but Din was in too much pain to argue with her. A sharp hiss of pain from behind his helmet causes her to halt her movements as well as the conversation.

"No keep moving we need to deliver the bounty in order to receive the location of the convert. We can't lose time, especially now. The convert will have bacta spray to provide for the wound, but we need to get there quickly," he explains, sounding breathless through the modulator, and she begins walking again, Din in tow.

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Din can barely breathe, but not because of the physical pain in his side and upper leg. No, because the Armourer was standing before him ordering him to leave the only family he's ever known.

"Leave, apostate," Paz Vizla sneers from his position on the floor, Din being the one who put him there in the first place. The words rattle in Dins brain, echoing within his mind; "Then you are a Mandalorian no more."

"Please, tell me how I can atone. I'll do anything, please," Din begs, knowing the answer he will be receiving will not be an easy task.

"In order for one to redeem themselves in Mandalorian culture, they must bathe in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore," The Armourer responds flatly, and Din's breathing faltered once again.

"But the mines were all destroyed in the Great Purge," he says, his voice much weaker now, wavering even.

"This is the Way," is the only thing The Armourer says in response to Din before she goes silent. Din knows he must leave, so he slowly ascends the metal stairs and gathers his things. Leaving the makeshift convert knowing he would never be able to return again, Din realized that he has never felt more lost and alone than in this moment right now. He ascends the vertical stairs once again to the world above the substrata. His leg was feeling much better than before but his whole body had gone numb, not allowing whatever ache was leftover to plague him. As he travels back to where he had left her in the side streets of Glavis, he looks at the small pouch containing the gift for Grogu that The Armourer had forged wondering how he must be fairing on the planet Ossus with the Jedi, Luke Skywalker. When he appears through the doors he barely has a second to register anything before warmth has engulfed him. She ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight embrace, not having known if she would see him again. Before entering the convert he had instructed her to stay put once again as The Armourer wouldn't appreciate an outsider seeing the well-hidden convert. He had also mentioned that he didn't know when he would appear again, explaining that if they needed him for rebuilding he may not come back. In which case she would then take the ship and continue completing bounties until he could join her once more.

She's so ecstatic that he had returned so soon that she didn't stop to think of why. It was only when he didn't embrace her back, he just stood there stunned and unmoving. Pulling away from him slowly she places both hands on either side of his helm, trying to look into his eyes which she knew were staring straight back.

"Din...?" Her voice is light in questioning, her eyes holding as much care and concern as her tone. She hears him sigh through the modulator in the helmet and knew he was trying to figure out a way to say what he needed. He looked down quickly at a small pouch he held in his hand before looking back up at her and stuffing it in his side pocket.

"I - I... I can't," he stumbles over the words and the sentence ends in defeat as he knows they need to return to the ship, he would be able to explain everything to her once they got back.

"Ok, you don't have to," she says back softly, as if not to startle him. He nods slowly in response because he can't trust himself to not break apart this instant if he allows himself any bandwidth of emotion. She takes his gloved hand in hers and begins to slowly lead them back to the Razor Crest.

She doesn’t push him to speak, knowing it will only result in more silence. So she goes about the normal take-off routine when they arrive back at the Razor Crest, prepping the engines and setting the directive map up for Din to choose the location of their next stop. During this time Din has disappeared into his chambers, not making any noise and causing a great deal of unease to settle around her frame. What had happened to make him react this way? She thinks to herself and in a blind search for answers she thinks back to how he had reacted to her shutting herself away after the assault. Din had given her space, understanding that she needed some time from what had just happened, but she was also sure that he must have felt the exact same as she’s feeling now. As if the ground has moved out from under her, and she’s not just emotionally uneasy, but physically not stable. Her center of gravity feeling unmoored as he locks himself away from her.

Hours having passed now and they still haven’t left the port on Glavis because she was intent on letting him choose their next destination. However, Din failed to reappear even hours later and she was beginning to become restless sitting in the cockpit alone. She stands from the pilots seat and makes her way to his courters with a plan to ask him for a location so they could at least leave this awful port soon. Stopping just about a foot from his door she reaches out and knocks lightly, waiting to hear something but she doesn’t. It is completely quiet, not even a shuffle of movement can be heard beyond the threshold.

“Din?” She questions just loud enough for him to hear her as she knocks once again. It takes several moments but then she hears it, the shuffling of feet, the click of the door opening. Slowly he pulls back the door to reveal his frame no longer clad in beskar but just his normal flight suit with his helm still in place. He says nothing, just stands with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I was just wondering where you’d want to go next? I felt it only appropriate to give you the choice since it is your ship,” she says, the uneasy feeling only settling deeper in her stomach as he doesn’t respond but just walks right past her through the doorway. Her brow knits itself together in concern as she follows him up to the cockpit. When she appears in the cockpit she sees he has set their destination to a planet quite far from their current location. Ossus, the planet that Grogu now calls home, she thinks to herself.

“Ossus? But why would we be going to visit him?” She looks at Din in confusion as he sets the course and begins to move out of the room, grabbing his arm as he tries to move around her and out the door. “Din, please,” the look in her eyes pleading with him to tell her anything, or just give her some context of what in Maker’s name is going on. He doesn’t respond verbally but instead takes his arm from her grasp and reaches his hand into his pocket and takes out the small package he had placed in it earlier. Dropping it into her open palms he turns to walk back to his room, but she stops him.

“Don’t, just… leave me be,” Din says to her before she can speak, but as the words fall from his lips he sees her facial expression fall and the hurt in her eyes as he pushes her away, more than he already has in the last few hours. He instantly regrets it but he knows back-peddling now would be useless, he’s already done some damage.

“Ok,” she responds dejected and watches as he disappears into the vastness of the ship. She looks down at the small cloth package in her hand and was surprised at the weight of it for the size that it was. As she opens the small pouch she sees the glint of beskar shining back up at her, pulling it up she spreads it apart to see what it is.

Displayed in front of her was a small chain-link shirt, the perfect size for the small child. His first piece of armor, she thinks and smiles at that beautiful thought.

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She lays alone in her cot, curling in on herself as she feels the emptiness seep into the space around her body. He filled that space for the past week, his body encasing hers in a warmth she hadn’t experienced before. Even when he was half dead on Sorgan, his presence while she slept seemed to bring her a peace unlike she ever knew. It felt as though he had made a home in her bones and his presence filled that home with a warmth that only he possessed. Her anxiety from the day isn’t allowing her to slip into sleep like she so desperately wants too as thoughts of Din plague her mind. Eventually sleep overtakes her but the peaceful sleep she was hoping for did not bless her that night.

Upon opening her eyes again, she’s back in that dark alley behind the cantina. Each time the dream reoccurs her assailant makes it even farther into succeeding at his goal, and each time she becomes more weak in her attempts to fight him off. Her limbs getting heavy the harder she strains against him, the paralyzing fear of realizing she’s lost control. Screaming to no end, into a night that doesn’t exist anywhere outside of her head now. Her voice goes raw, she can hear it as she continues to yell and shriek as loud as she can.

“Cyar’ika,” she hears it, but it’s not coming from Alec, it came from around her. The sound seeming to be only heard by her as Alec didn’t stop his actions. She hears her name then, coming from all around her, repeating itself over and over and suddenly she knows that voice. (translation: sweetheart)

Din.

She awakes with a gasp of air, tears streaming down her face, mid-sob as she clutches to Din. It got bad this time, she did her best to reassure herself it wasn’t real, it was just the dream. But it was real, it did happen and the dreams were her constant reminder of that. The images crossing her mind again and again as Din continues to run slow circles into her temples with his thumbs.

“Cyare, breathe. Look at me,” Din instructed calmly, trying to get her to focus on what her eyes were actually perceiving. Her brain began to take in his form slowly, and when she did she realized he had only boxers and his helm adorning his perfectly sculpted body. Trying to steady her breathing became just a little bit harder as she took in his bare form. The whiplash of emotions made her dizzy and she closed her eyes in order to focus again.

Din repeats her name again, still calm but let’s out a small sigh when she closes her eyes once more.

“Look at me, please. It’s me, Din. I’m here, you’re safe, you’re okay,” He continues to soothe her, and she slowly opens her eyes again now having gained slightly more composure she focuses solely on the T in his visor. Din could see she was coming back to herself, resurfacing into the reality they were currently in.

“There she is, ner kar’ta,” he smiles softly at her, she returns the smile as best she can and he knows she’s come back to him. She then moves quicker than expected and practically knocks him to the floor as she crawls into Dins lap in an effort to be held by the only person in the whole universe that could affect her this way. Shift her whole world, her own center of gravity completely decimated by him alone. (translation: my heart)

Somewhat startled by her sudden movement he takes a second to completely envelope her in an embrace, holding her body as close to his as possible. She had stopped sobbing, the tears having subsided altogether but her cheeks remained damp and red. Her eyes swollen and her voice barely there when she speaks.

“It was really bad this time,” she whispers after several moments of them staying like that. Din’s stomach turns at the thought and his only desire is to make it all go away for her, to make it disappear into the infinite vastness of space and never haunt her again.

“I’m sorry, so so sorry cyare,” Din whispers back, placing the curve of his helm to her temple. She looks at him in pure confusion at this remark.

“For what? You woke me up, if anything I should be thanking you,” her voice still hoarse but gaining a little more volume. He shook his head as he cast his gaze downwards, not knowing how to tell her something he couldn’t even face himself yet. Feeling as though an explanation was being prepared in his silence she went back to admiring the frame of the lovely man cradling her in his large arms.

“I’m sorry for… for not being here,” he struggles to find the words, but she’s still doesn’t understand so he continues in his explanation.

“You haven’t had a nightmare since we started to share our chambers at night. I- I shouldn’t have shut myself away, I should’ve been here tonight,” he sighs solemnly, blaming himself yet again for an incident that quite literally has nothing to do with him. Yet, he carries so much guilt about it.

“It’s okay, Din. You asked for space so I gave you it, this isn’t your fault,” she looks up to his visor to meet his eyes behind the helm. They stay like this for a moment, just looking at one another, and even though she can’t see those chocolate pools of color she knows they’re staring right back. It was then that Din moved slightly, trying to shift her weight off of him.

“I’ll be right back, not even leaving the room,” he chuckles as her expression turns to a pout when he stands and walks away from the bed. He then turns the lights off in the small sleeping courters, leaving them in darkness. She sits patiently on the cold floor waiting for him to return and fill her with that familiar warmth, but then she hears the small hiss of his helmet being removed and she draws in a small gasp. He was completely bare now besides the black boxers covering his wide hips and mid-region. However she couldn’t see him, nor would she ever try, feeling him was more than enough for her to be satiated with. Her eyes take a minute to adjust in the blackness but she can see a slight outline of his broad frame coming slowly towards her. Din stops only inches before her, taking her hand in his and guiding her to sit up on the cot. Din then kneels before her and without words he leads that same hand to place her thumb once again upon his lips, kissing it lightly.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing will hurt you again. Least of all, me. The day I bring tears to those eyes out of pain is the day I lose myself completely, because my truest form is found in loving you.” Din whispers this confession into her palm as he moved down her hand, kissing every inch of skin as he spoke. He finalized the sentence with a kiss to her palm, which he then brought to his cheek to rest his head in. She does feel tears begin to prick at the edges of her eyes, daring to fall, but not out of pain. Her breathing faltered as he admitted to loving her, because she didn’t realize how long she had waited to hear those words be reciprocated to her.

“Din,” she speaks somewhat breathless and voice shaking with overwhelming love. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” she says it so quietly, somewhat broken as her Mando’a was still choppy at best. But he heard it, and she could feel his breath hitch in his throat when he did. Not having known she knew that much of his mother tongue, and being stunned by her confession as well. (translation: I love you/ direct translation: I will know you forever)

“Darasuum,” he responds and in seconds his hands are cradling her face as he brings his lips to hers. This time however he is much softer, touching her as if she was made of glass. Her hands find themselves weaving into his soft, curly hair. Holding him to her as she begins to pull back but does not separate the kiss. Instead, she holds him to her lips and brings him to sit up between her legs. Throwing his toned arms around her waist Din splays his hands over her back, cradling her to him as he kisses back eagerly. He begins to move slowly down her jaw until stopping suddenly, raising his head to look at her. (translation: always/eternally)

“Are you okay? Is this okay?” Din asks nervously, trying his best to not put any unnecessary force into his actions, still treating her like the precious being she is.

“You are not the cause of this pain, Din. You are the salve that heals me from it,” she answers him softly, putting her hands on either side of Din’s head and resting her forehead upon his own. “Heal me, Din Djarin,” this time her tone drops slightly to something more seductive and Din couldn’t help the way he clung to her in that moment. He continued his decent down her throat, kissing fervently but once reaching her pulse point he suckles ever so lightly causing her to moan. His touch was feather light and yet it held her to the bed like gravity itself. Pulling back just enough to speak, Din brings himself level with her.

“Lay back ner kar’ta, relax I have you,” he says soothingly, reaching over to grab her pillow that lay beside them to position it beneath her. Din wanted nothing more than for her to be as comfortable as possible as he lost himself within her, bringing her as much pleasure as he possibly knew how. The notorious Mandalorian, although known for his ruthless reputation out in the universe, he wasn’t known by many in the bedroom. Only having slept with several women in his life, all while still dawning the beskar helmet and armor, this experience was going to be completely new to him. But Maker, he couldn’t get the thought of what she must taste like out of his head, so he thought he might indulge himself tonight. (translation: my heart)

“You are so breathtakingly stunning, I would like to ask to taste you cyare. It’s driving me insane to not know but if that’s not what you want we don’t have to.” Din mouths the words against her skin as he begins to move lower to her chest, peppering kisses down her sternum as she continued to card her hands through his hair. She giggles at his question, and he pulls away to look in the direction of her face. Even though she would not be able to tell his expression had taken on something similar to confusion as he didn’t understand what was funny about his question.

“Thank you for asking, ner kar’ta. But I thought I already made it clear; heal me Din Djarin, in any way you know how,” she whispers into his lips as they press into hers to confirm their mutual consent. He smiles into the kiss and then continues his decent on her torso, stopping first at her right breast. She was only wearing a thin sleep-shirt and underwear when he had awoken her from her nightmare. The shirt had been discarded at some point, Din couldn’t remember when but he didn’t care. All he knew was the sounds she was making as he laved at her peaked nipple could bring him to his knees any day. Sucking just hard enough to draw those honey-sweet moans from her mouth. Holding one of her hands in his, Din’s other hand became occupied with tweaking the nipple of the other breast. This caused her to arch her chest into the pressure, panting lightly and moaning his name softly. Din’s mouth left her nipple hesitantly, but he knew his final destination was his focus right now. He would spend an entire forthcoming evening showing her his adoration for her breasts. With a groan at the thought he drags his lips from her chest and begins peppering kisses along the skin of her stomach causing her to giggle once more. The corners of Din’s mouth quirk upwards at the sound, having become accustom to it he loves to hear it any time he can now. As Din reaches the threshold of her underwear, he pauses once again to give her a chance to decline his advances, but she does not. Slowly, he begins to place open mouthed kisses across the elastic of the fabric, and when he reaches the corner hugging her hip, he clasps it in his teeth and drags them down her legs in one motion.

She gasps at the sudden cold that caresses her sex, only becoming more damp by the second as Din reaches beneath each of her thighs to spread them apart. Placing each thigh on each one his muscular shoulders, he pauses for a moment and looks up at her one final time. Not being able to make out much in the darkness but a vague frame, he just wanted one more reassurance from her.

She knew what he was asking for, so she slowly gathered one of his hands in hers and brought it to cradle her face, guiding his thumb to her lips and kissing it lightly. Just as Din had done earlier. But to his surprise he feels her lips begin to part and she takes his thumb into her mouth, sucking it lightly and groaning as she does.

With this, Din couldn’t help himself, using his free hand he pushes her thigh up to a steeper angle. Leaning forward and dipping his head he flattens his tongue and draws a thick stripe up her cunt, causing a sharp moan to leave her lips and her legs to instinctively tighten around his head. As Din began to work his way through each silky fold he groaned at the sweet taste of her, the hand that was not occupied by her beautiful lips was finding its way to her entrance. For a moment he takes his mouth off of her and she groans in frustration this time, feeling a burning sensation erupt at the base of her spine.

“Din, please I -,” she begins a plea to him but is cut off with a gasp when two of his fingers dip into her entrance. Shifting himself upwards he lays soft kisses to her throat, moving slowly down to her collarbones and then her breast’s. All the while beginning to slowly pump his fingers into her, curling them slightly when he got knuckle deep.

“So warm, cyar’ika. Maker, fuck you’re so damn tight!” Din exclaims, beginning to quicken the pace of his fingers as he sucks tenderly at her breast, drawing deep groans from her as the sparks of pleasure set ablaze within her veins. Arching her back, she presses her chest up into his mouth once more causing a moan to escape his lips. Pulling away from her pebbled nipple, he peppers kisses down her abdomen, and very slowly brings his thumb to start rubbing at her clit as his fingers continue to work her open.

The moans of his name almost made him finish right there as the pressure on her clit was bringing her impending orgasm on quicker than she had thought. No man had ever made her feel as Din was at this moment, so perfectly pleasuring her in a way she’d never known before.

“Oh, fuck Din! Maker, don’t stop. Feels… feels so good,” her breathless pleas were punctuated with loud moans as he continued his ministrations. His lips had found purchase on her hips, sucking dark marks along the curve of each one, wanting her to feel as much of the love he possessed for her.

Through his own lust-fogged mind he registered a small flutter beginning within her as her walls began to contract even more so. He could barely breathe at the thought of what this would feel like when he was actually making love to her. How she would grip him so tightly he wouldn’t be able to see straight, lost in her beautiful ocean.

“That’s it, cyare. Just like that. You’re close? Yeah?” he says, his tone almost teasing as he moves to place her legs back into their rightful place on his shoulders. Her moans had grown considerably in volume and he knew she was right there, right on the precipice of bliss.

It’s when he removes his thumb from her clit and replaces it with his tongue that she snaps completely. Becoming intelligible as her orgasm began to rock through her, but it wasn’t a fast ascent into euphoria. No, it felt as though it was a nuclear explosion, the initial reaction being intense but the aftershocks. Din was groaning loudly into her as he had removed his fingers and was drinking in her release like a man starved of it.

He had been, at least he thought so. Now that he knew exactly what she felt like when she came undone for him, he was insatiable. Knowing that she was the only one who would have him like this for the rest of his life. His hands gripped either of her thighs, spreading her open and lapping her up as she tried her best to gather her breath. She was shaking from the intensity of it all, bliss being so potent in her veins she didn’t know how it was even possible her body was shivering like this. Din finally pulls away from her, his mouth slick with her release as a large smile adorns his face.

“Just give me one moment, I’m going to step out to the refresher and I’ll be right back, I swear to you,” he says reassuringly before crossing the small room and disappearing out the door. He does return moments later, and when he takes his place between her splayed legs again he places a warm cloth to the inside of her thigh.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her hand coming to cup his cheek. She still can’t see him but she feels the small smile that flits across his lips, desperately wishing she could see it. Din cleans her up with care, gingerly touching her sensitive mound with the cloth as he rubs soothing circles into her hip with his other hand.

“I will always take care of you, ner kar’ta,” he responds gently, placing a soft kiss to the inside of her knee before standing and tossing the rag aside. She shifts so she is laying down and moves to offer him the space. Without hesitation he gathers her into his arms and begins to place kisses to her temple and hairline. Whispering reassurances into her hair as she falls asleep, vowing to protect her with his life. Promising to love her as he knows how; deeply and everlasting. The steadiness of her breathing is his indication that she has finally found peace in her slumber. Continuing to hold her to him and trace soft shapes along her bare back, he thinks of how much he wants to know her like this forever. Thinking of how her gravity makes him feel as though he can just lay down and become one with her world, sink deep into her soil to never been seen again.

So, Din promises himself then and there that he will make that a reality. Not now, not for a while, but he knew that in the end it was her, it will always be her.

She is his darasuum

She is his new home.

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tai-janai · 28 days

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I have a fun idea. If fell!hero were to get his own physical body that could interact with the world he would be on top of LQ. Just so relieved he can now touch him and now gets the opportunity to do what his name implies and protect. He’s so afraid something bad will happen that he’s almost always holding a part of LQ. His wrist, his arm, holding his entire body. He really doesn’t want him hurt. You know they’d both be overwhelmed as hell too, fell!hero because he’s actually feeling things through his own hands and feet instead of experiencing it through someone else’s, and because he gets to cling to LQ. And LQ is overwhelmed because the little guy in his head that he may have thought was his imagination or a hallucination is now here and constantly by his side, helicoptering way more than before now that he can effect the world around him. If this is close to how you think he’d act then I can’t imagine someone as neurotic as fell!paranoid being given the same experience of interaction.

ok after looking at all the protector au content i can see where this would be confusing

as cute as itd be for protector to actually be able to touch LQ (holdy hand ><)

thats just how i usually draw the voices interacting with lq lmao

canon vs au interpretations

they are still very much hallucinations and voices, i just draw them as actual, interacting things because its more fun and makes more sense for comics and stuff.