#* ☽ . » ❛ put down your lies ! ––– ( musings. )

[forever-rogue]

I was scrolling through your blog and saw that you’re thinking about tasm!peter and I’m 🥺 I love it when you write for him, so if you’re accepting requests maybe a first kiss fic with Peter where he’s just super soft and you’re both nervous? 💕it’s okay if you don’t write this though💕 have a lovely night!

AN | You didn’t ask for best friends to lovers…but we have some best friends to lovers with a first kiss! Enjoy❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Slight Language, Mentions of Injuries

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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You were almost positive that you could feel his eyes on you, but every time you looked up, his eyes were focused on the textbook in front of him. How very odd. You must have been imagining things, or rather you were  wishing for him to look at you. Your face flushed with warmth as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth and stared back at your laptop. 

Was it hot in the room? It felt like it was sweltering suddenly and you slowly felt like you couldn’t breathe. You looked to the window across your bedroom and found that it was already wide open and bringing in the cool evening autumn air. Your heart rate had slowly picked up, getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment, each passing glance at Peter. 

Almost as if Peter knew that something was up, he put his highlighter down and  angled his body towards. Your breath hitched at the expression in his pretty eyes, his smile soft and dopey. If you leaned forward you could press your lips against his and kiss him. 

Wait. This was Peter. This was Peter Parker, also known as your best friend. You absolutely should not have been having thoughts like this about him. But…here they were, front and center once again. Those very same thoughts had become more and more common over the last few months - the last year - and you couldn’t quite place why. This was the same boy you’d known since you were kids. You were already kids anymore, both PhD students and actual adults. 

But the effect he was currently having on you was making you feel more like a shy teenage girl with a big fat crush than a grown woman. You saw his lips moving but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. 

“Is everything alright?” you finally heard him and snapped back into reality as he waved his hand in front of your face, “where’d you go, bub?”

“N-nowhere,” you almost choked on the word, your mouth running dry at how he was looking at you. He’d always looked at you a certain way that made you feel like you were the only person in the person, but it’s almost like there was something different in it today, “just zoned out is all.”

“Everything alright?” he reached out and gently touched your face, brushing his thumb along your cheek. A shiver ran down your spine at the touch, unexpected but not unpleasant and you couldn’t help but preen into his touch, “you seem…distracted.”

“No,” you lied, shaking your head lightly, “just really..tired. Long day.”

“Hmm,” he muses and clicks his tongue but doesn’t press you. He’s like that, you learned a long time ago; he never presses you when he knows you’re telling a little white lie or not giving him the full truth. He knows that you’d tell him the full story through your own violation when you were ready, “let’s stop for the night. I think it’s pizza time.”

“Yeah?” your eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded. You loved any moment you spent with him, but you loved your lazy evenings with him especially. Peter was the type of person you could do anything with and it would be fun; you could go grocery shopping and it would be thrilling so long as he was there, “sounds perfect, Pete.”

“C’mon,” he slid off your bed and padded towards the living room, holding his hand out for you to follow. You both knew that you’d always take his hand, you’d always follow him, you’d follow him anywhere. You wasted no time in joining him. 

But today there was something different, something different in how tenderly he took your hand in his. You wondered if he felt it too.

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It had been two days since you’d last seen or heard from Peter. Two whole days. Forty-eight long hours. It wasn’t like him to go ghost without saying anything…the two of you told each other everything. But all you had of him right now was a lot of unanswered texts, countless voicemails, and even emails without response. You were worried sick. You knew something was wrong. Something was off.

That’s why you went over to his apartment, deciding that enough was enough and you were going to figure out what was going on. You didn’t even bother knocking as you let yourself into the apartment with the key you’d possessed since the day he’d gotten the place. 

“Peter?” you called out into the darkness, frowning when it appeared that no was home. Where on earth could he be? He’d never done this before in the almost two decades you’d known him, “Petey?”

You flicked on the lights, finding everything in the same place as when you had left his place three nights ago. You sighed slightly as you walked down the hall towards his bedroom, nervous as to what you would find. 

“Peter?” you called softly, noticing that his bedroom door was slightly ajar. You pushed it open after rapping your knuckles against it and slowly walked into the room. To your relief, you found his bedside lamp on…and him lying across his bed, silent but with a pained look on his face, “Peter!”

You were at his side in an instant, crouching down next to his head so you could take a better look. Once he heard you, the tiniest of smiles tugged up the corner of his mouth as he turned his face towards you. Even in the faint yellow light from the old lamp you could see the cuts across his cheek, the bruising under his eye, and the split in his swollen lip. Your heart almost jumped into your throat as you gingerly brushed his hair out of his face, “hi.”

His voice was dry and cracked even on the single syllable. Your mind was reeling, unable to focus on what to worry about first. The best thing, you supposed, was the fact that he was alive and breathing. You were so focused on his face that you still didn’t notice one large, very glaring detail. Peter, despite the pain in his body and the ache in his heart at seeing you upset, was waiting for you to realize. He wasn’t sure how you’d take it - how you’d view him from now on.

“Peter,” you whispered his name, and despite the shake and worry in your voice, his name never sounded better than when you said. It was like the sweetest, golden honey. He closed his eyes for a moment before reaching up to touch your face. He trailed his fingers along your jaw and down your neck. You’d been expecting the feel of his gentle skin on yours, but instead you felt something different, “what…”

Reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrist, you pulled his arm away and studied it. It wasn’t his skin you were feeling, not even a sweater or shirt…but some sort of spandex material. Following the material up his arm, all you could see was red and blue. 

“Bub-”

“Peter,” you’d back away in surprise, shocked by the sight that was in front of you. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you shook your head, “w-what is this? What’s going on?”

“I can explain,” he slowly sat up, quietly groaning as pain coursed through his body. Normally he healed at impressive, superhuman rates, but these latest injuries were taking longer than normal. Your eyes were stinging with tears that were threatening to well up and run down your cheeks, “I swear…I can…explain.”

“You’re Spider-Man,” it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t even up for debate. It was a statement of fact, pure and simple. His eyes caught yours but he found himself speechless, “or you’re stealing his clothes - suit. But I highly doubt it.”

He swallowed the thick lump in his throat before nodding slowly. He moved to stand up to walk over to you, but winced in pain and remained seated. Despite the shock and surprise of the fact that Peter Parker, your best friend, was Spider-Man, you were still worried about him. Part of you was angry that he’d kept this secret from you, but the bigger part of you was worried about him. You’d always care about him. You were aware of the fact that nothing would ever change that. 

���I’m sorry,” he clutched at his side lightly before giving you the most apologetic look you’d ever seen. You knew he meant it, “I…bub, I was going to tell you. I was just…worried about this. You seeing me like this. Didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Peter,” you sighed as you dropped to your knees, gently putting your hands on his thighs, “I will always worry about you. As Peter, or as Spider-Man. I worry if you’ve gotten enough sleep, if you’ve eaten enough, if you’ve done your laundry, if you’ve remembered to buy new bottles of shampoo and conditioner…”

“I know,” he set his hands on top of yours and gave them a gentle squeeze, “I know. I…feel the same.”

“I know you do, Peter,” you promised sweetly, “I…fuck. Is this where you’ve been the last couple of days? Is this what happened, love?”

“My phone fell when I was swinging,” he admitted sheepishly, “fell right onto the ground and shattered. After that one thing led to another and I ended up like this. But you should see the other guy.”

It was a meek little laugh that escaped his lips as you sighed lightly, “oh, Peter. I wish I would have known…I could have….done something.”

“No,” he shook his head lightly, “you are never going to be a part of this, of Spider-Man.”

“You realize that’s not going to stop me, right?” you whispered so softly that he almost didn’t hear it. You looked into his eyes, those big familiar brown eyes, “Spider-Man or not.”

“I know,” of course he knew. He’d always known, “I just wanted to protect you. Keep you safe from all the…bad stuff.”

“I know,” you echoed his words, “you always have. But you’ve gotta let me take care of you too, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah.”

“Is this what’s been going on for the last few months?” you backtracked in your mind, trying to place when all the mysterious bruises, cuts, and scratches had started. At first you hadn’t questioned them, knowing Peter had a tendency to be more clumsy, but when they became more regular and angry, you’d become suspicious. But he’d always had an explanation, and you’d always believed him. But then you realized that you’d been seeing him less and less, especially in the evenings and…it all made sense suddenly, “that’s why you’ve been…oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he grew sheepish as you sighed lightly, not in anger but not necessarily in relief either, “I was gonna tell you, I promise.”

“I know you would have,” and you did. Secrets were never held long between the two of you, “I…I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if…anyway, that’s not important right now. What’s important now is that you let me take care of you.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Don’t,” you put a finger to his mouth to gently shush him, “don’t do this right now. Let me help…please?”

“Okay.”

You stood back up and motioned for him to stay as you headed into his bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You caught your own reflection in the mirror; there were some tears that had pearled down your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying. The idea that anything could have happened to him was the worst feeling in the world. After drying them off with the sleeve of your sweater, you went into the cabinet and grabbed everything and headed back over to him. 

When you walked into his bedroom, you shook your head when you noticed that he’d managed to change into a t-shirt and shorts, sitting upright against the headboard. You wanted to be annoyed with him, but you never could be, not for long anyway, “oh Peter.”

“I’m alright,” the two of you exchanged a look before you shared a small laugh. Perching yourself on the edge of his bed, you reached into the kit and pulled out some alcohol and a clean rag to clean up the cuts on his face. You reached up and gently started to clean his face, and despite being as gentle as possible, you could see him grimace in pain. 

Once you’d gotten his face patched up, you ghosted your fingers over the bruise forming on his cheek, frowning deeply. He hated seeing you upset over him…this was everything he’d been trying to avoid. 

“Where else?” you looked him over and remembered him clutching at his side. Without even waiting for permission, you reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up. A small gasp escaped your lips as the bruising on his side became revealed. It looked incredibly painful, “Peter.”

“‘s alright,” he insisted, “it’s already healed a lot. It’ll get better soon, nothing’s broken.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” your voice trembled with effort to keep from crying; you just hated seeing him like this. 

“I’m not,” he reached up and rested his hand on the side of your neck, brushing his thumb along your jaw, “promise. Didn’t mean to worry you, sweetheart.”

“I always worry about your dumbass, Parker,” you scoffed at him, sweet and affectionate despite the fact that you truly meant it, “just…be careful, okay? I don’t know what I’d do if…if something ever happened to you.”

“I know,” and if only you knew just how strongly he felt the same way about you. He pulled his hand away and scooted over on the bed, and motioned for you to join him. You moved softly, trying not to disturb him too much as you sat facing him. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few long moments, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, attempting to understand what had shifted. No emotions, no feelings, nothing had changed, but there was a shift and something new had bubbled up the surface. Peter reached for your hand, taking it in his much larger one and laced your fingers together.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” your face immediately warmed up and you had to look away, but the smile on your face was undeniable. He put a finger under your chin and turned your face back to his, “I should tell you every day. I will tell you every day.”

“Peter…” you closed your eyes for a moment, but the smile on your face was undeniable. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question caught you so off guard, your eyes snapped back open as he watched you gently. Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded eagerly. 

Both of you leaned in and met halfway, your lips brushing softly against each other. You thought it might have been awkward or weird, but it felt like never. It was easy to melt into his touch, and it felt like the two of you had been doing this forever; there was no learning curve, nothing off. It was like you had always been meant to kiss Peter Parker. 

Only once he’d kissed you breathless and senseless did you pull back. He was smiling softly at you, almost as if he was unsure if you’d like it. You couldn’t help but lean in and give him a few more kisses. 

“You, Peter Parker, can kiss me anytime,” you grinned at him, “just so you know.”

“I’m going to take you up on that offer…just so you know.”

“I hope you do.”

“I will.”

“So kiss me now…please.”

[plutoswrath]

A Letter to Saturn in the 8th house...

You can call this one of many attempts to shed light into the house of darkness and unravel the unspoken sentence of our judge of karma Saturn. As it is a placement putting a blockage in our own psychological complexity, creating the feeling of helplessness, maybe obliviousness to ones own psychological reasoning and causes of the placement owner, I want to unravel this placement as best as I can. This is merely a break down of what this placement initiates and creates in the placement holder, so I hope it can bring a better understanding for those who are interested in it, but I hope that it can bring a sense of recognition and realization to those who have this placement, as it can possibly add positively to their journey of self discovery and healing. People who have Capricorn on their cusp of the 8th house or those with their Saturn in Scorpio might be interested in this article as well, though I don't guarantee that it'll be as accurate as a description of these individual placement.

DISCLAIMER: this is not (!) a lighthearded topic as it includes the analysis of the reasoning for human behavior. By no means am I getting explicit in this post, but I'm very transparent and honest regrdless. So please be aware of any possible discomfort you might experience while reading this, as this could potentially be triggering.

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✦ Before we open the iron fist that Saturn in the 8th is, I want to give some thoughts, maybe even some musings about the 8th house; a house so effortlessly human that we can not seem to understand the complexity of the wiring of the human being it reflects.

✦ The 8th house is part of our psychological foundation, following the 7thhouse it is the deepening of the connections we have made, it is the intimacy we need and want to create with others and thus the realization of the vulnerability of the human being. Because to simply be, is to be vulnerable, constantly, and this vulnerability is only truly noticeable in the way we interact with the world, with the people around us. Which leads me to my next point regarding the 8th house: sharing. As the 8th house is about or shared resources, the 8thhouse tells us a lot of how far and deep we go about sharing our self with others. With self, I mean quiet literally all that we are, our financial resources, our emotions, our thoughts, or dreams, our fears, our soul and yes, also our body, as the 8thhouse is the foundation we base sexual intimacy on as well. The sharing of the 8th house is not the mere giving of your leftovers to a friend who is still hungry (though of course this can be an act of kindness and consideration as well), the sharing of the 8th house ties to the emotional depth we have build with the people in our life, as we deepen our connections, we come to the point of merging: we want to receive and experience emotional depth and want to be given that kind of intimacy that truly satisfies us, the cycle of giving, taking and receiving is created and it includes all there is to us. From the 2nd house – my resources – we look at the 8th house – our resources. It is important to notice that the 8th house is also talking about what we create with others, what comes together in close connections and what is created by this merging.

✦ Next, we come to the topic of intimacy. The 8th house is known to be an area where we can crave intimacy just in that way the 8thhouse desires. The steel doors of the 8th house didn't come from nowhere, they were purposefully build because behind it lies a pile of big sensitivity, one of our biggest weak spots if anyone would just find out about all the vulnerability that lies behind the human experience. As we know, the 8th house is our psychological depth. Referring to the iceberg analogy here, we reach the bottom of the iceberg. The 8th house is our psychological rebirth, the house of loss and gain. And as the depth's of the iceberg reveal all the hidden and suppressed emotions, all of what we call trauma and ugly truths of our self we don't want to see or admit, the rebirth begins as we finally see all that laid in the dark in the open light. Ah, finally – we can understand, heal and let go. We purge in the 8th house.

✦ Intimacy is vulnerability and vulnerability goes hand in hand with trust, boundaries and defense mechanisms.

✦ The 8th house are also the area where we discover and realize our boundaries, how far we want to be intimate, how much we want to share, what we deem as appropriate or inappropriate when forming intimate connections of any kind. Unnecessary to mention, the 8th house is the complexity of our psyche. It is not only the values we hold in intimate connections, but all that made us define them the way we ant and need them in the first place, because we face the subconscious here. And it is the area in which we

And now we have Saturn.

✦ Known to be the lord of karma, telling us about our 'karmic debt', the 'tough area' in our life we will not come around not to fix. Saturn is our blockage that takes form due to external circumstances, as well as the expectations of our environment, the society we grow up in and become part of as we get older. As we grow up and our life takes more form and get more complex with each passing day, we realize what area in our life seems to trouble us the most. Running away is no option as Saturn is the lord of time itself. Problems, just as beauty, can also age like fine wine until they have riped to chaotic perfection.

✦ This is where the whole difficulty starts to take form. By an external cause, we find ourself troubled in the area of Saturn. Something happens that causes Saturn to (re)manifest in our life. Over and over again until we internalize and reproduce the problem. And as Saturn puts a big 'no, that seems to just not be for you' over the doors of the house the planet sits in, we can see that an opportunity to experience said house freely, without any fear, crisis, responsibility, expectation; without any kind of limitationattached to it, was taken from us. The opportunity to experience this house freely, even a bit carefree, was taken from us, so now Saturn becomes our problem area.

✦ And now, let us come back to the 8th house, the house of our (hidden) vulnerability, the house of intimacy, of close connections, of shared resources, the house of our psychological complexity and of course the house of transformation, the house of purging, hidden strengths, healing and regeneration. Imagine standing in front of the door of this house, ether not knowing how to open it because you lost the keys, not knowing how to get out of it or simply how to make sense out of the building. Quiet literally, the understanding of this house is blocked. No mater where Saturn is placed, it's never easy. And of course, Saturn sitting in a water house is never a cup of tea, as it directly affects our psychological foundation. But here, Saturn blocks our ability to truly become intimate with others and the roots for this cause go straight to the bottom of the 'iceberg' that our mind is. With Saturn in the 8th, one has to go back to the roots of intimacy which starts with the relationship we have to our parents and thus, the connection we have to our parental figures and the kind of connection they have had with each other are from strong importance.

✦ Not to become Freudian in any kind of way, but mommy and daddy issues are a real thing living in any of us and influencing everyone and how we experience vulnerability and intimacy in our child-parent connection, how this intimacy is formed and our emotional needs are taken care of as well as how our parents have formed and defined their intimacy and vulnerability with each other will have a strong effect on the way we design and approach our intimate connections and vulnerability. As I said: we have to go back to the very beginning when unraveling the 8th house. But now, we find our karmic depth in this house and thus, we undergo more or less painful experiences that shape our intimacy issues – you might not want to hear it but this is the problem all comes back to with Saturn in the 8th house. The actual cause of this particular problem lies somewhere else, but if Saturn in the 8thwere to be an individual planet, the intimacy issues where the orbit that sucks all in if an object (or person) gets too close.

✦ It might start with our parents or one of our parental figures: emotional needs weren't met the way the child might have needed it. Tough love between the parent(s) and child and between the two partners might have dominated. These connections might have felt obligatory, money, as well as other material resources might have played a big role – especially depth or fear for the loss of money. If anything, the close connections the individual saw as a child were marked with sacrifice. The sacrifice one makes when merging with another. Losing a sense of individuality and self, losing resources, losing true emotional depth and warmth, losing the ability to set boundaries and be self empowered.

✦ Then we have vulnerability. The stern, cold approach to intimacy makes vulnerability an automatic weak spot here. Saturn here, can take our decision to hide away and to set boundaries, as intimacy became some sort of strange obligatory or a riddle one can not solve.

✦ Being vulnerable with each other creates intimacy. This is a huge factor that creates intimacy issues. If the way of becoming vulnerable with another and especially if the autonomy to open up or refusing to open up is taken one becomes unable to share these emotional depths with others and hides away our of fear.

✦ These wounds here can trace back to intimacy between two people being forced or denied. And this can take on different forms (traumas) for everyone of course, but it usually includes the themes of: stolen/unattainable emotional/physical intimacy, the abuse of power dynamics in close connections (which usually contains manipulation/lies), shame of ones own sexuality, emotional understanding, trust as well as finances as sharing large amounts of money requires an emotional connection and trust as well. It seems, as if the way to truly connect to people isn't granted for the 8th house individual, even if they try to give people their idea of what intimacy might look like and consist of, they find themselves empty, possibly betrayed, unable to become carefree and trust and thus controlling and paranoid of their emotional depths and/or money.

✦ People tend to say the 8th house is the house where our tendencies of becoming possessive and jealous lie, here, it seems as the Saturn in the 8th house individual can become quiet possessive with their intimacy and vulnerability. They seclude themselves emotionally from the rest, in fact, they isolate pretty easily. The structures of the unspoken rule 'never open up, never share yourself with others' lies eerily silent in the air of the environment these people grow up. The intimacy, the shared vulnerability that brings comfort, that brings ease, that brings growth and that keeps people together most likely has revealed itself as some sort of false promise, riddle or even trap, Chances are, if the individual opens up and becomes intimate, it fails, comes back and bites them back ten times harder than before. Thus, even though they crave nothing more then authenticity in others – this sweet sweet vulnerability in being honest with the self – is something they can partly deny and here we have the double edged sword of becoming emotionally closed of. The placement owner can become unreadable and quiet strategic in the way they build up intimacy and lead close connections. Because having found themself exploited by those who were supposed to value and handle their soul with respect, now the Saturn in the 8thindividual, plagued by the danger of not knowing who will treat them well and who won't, can become inauthentic, distant and controlling, creating the blockage in being truly intimate with someone else as well.

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The answer from within:

✦ Saturn wants us to become self aware, responsible and take care of the blockages in our life.

✦ I've mentioned that the 8thhouse is the area of our transformation – our purging, our rebirth, being born into a stronger and more honest version of ourselves as we discover the truth that lies in the depth from within. This is also were Saturn's limitations lies and thus this becomes the most important realization for the Saturn in the 8th house individual: you have to consciously choose to heal and take responsibility for all what lies in the depths of you: the wounds, the traumas that block you from true intimacy and stepping closer to your higher, truly powerful and autonomous self. Choose to go the roots of your problems and heal, no matter how hard it is or how long it might take.

✦ We have to embrace the darkness within us and acknowledge that within us is the breeding ground for any negativity as well as possibility. These two opposites can only exist when they walk hand in hand and thus, the individual will most likely need to realize that only when we dive deep enough to the bottom of the iceberg, we will be able to bring our core problems to the surface. In the light, we will be able to look at them in a different way. Finally, we will be able to understand, heal and transform. Not only can any blockages regarding intimacy be resolved through this thorough purging, but one can finally become trusting and stop misunderstanding fear and paranoia as intuition.

✦ Your boundaries are not created out of fear – or possibly even nonexistent – anymore, they are created by the utmost best understanding of the self one can has and the values that one follows. Our close connections will finally feel authentic, real and be satisfying. And that all can happen, without becoming too dependent on others or expectation of others in close connections and what they have to look like, or to become too isolated and closed off. Finally – intimacy can be seen as the beautiful flower that grows out of our vulnerability.

✦ Because to be vulnerable is to live and to become.

[forever-rogue]

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AN | This was inspired by a little something in the inbox from @severniydenj. A fun day at the fair with Frankie! Sign me right up 🥺🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“I have an idea!” The sound of his eager voice caused a smile to appear on your face as you looked over at him. His face was lit up with excitement and he didn’t even seem to notice the little smudge of chocolate ice cream on the corner of his mouth. You leaned across the small table and gently wiped it away before licking your finger. 

“Okay, now tell me your idea Francisco,” you caught the way his eyes had widened at the way you licked your finger - that was a mental note saved for later. You loved his enthusiasm, how excited he got when he was happy; it was one of the first of many things you’d fallen in love with.

“The fair starts this weekend,” he reminded you as you quickly realized where this was going, “and I think you’ve said you’ve never been to the fair here. I thought it would be fun if we went together!”

“I have not been to the fair,” you had moved to town almost a year ago, and while you hadn’t been sure about wanting to take up permanent residence, meeting Frankie Morales had been a big push into doing so. He was one of the first people you’d met, totally by accident in the grocery store when neither of you were watching where you were walking. He quickly became your friend and then your boyfriend, and now you were pretty sure he was the love of your life, “I’d love to go, Frankie. It sounds like a lot of fun.”

“There’s so much to do and see there,” you wished you could capture that look on his face forever, “and I’ll be your personal guide. It’ll be tons of fun!”

“But are there baby animals?”

“There are tons of baby animals.”

“Consider me sold - and excited,” before he could stop himself, he leaned across the small table and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He tasted as sweet as the ice cream he was eating and if you weren’t in public, you’d have definitely pulled him back for more, “what was that for?”

“No reason,” he promised, “just really like you is all.”

“Well, I really like you too, Francisco,” you promised, “but I think we should get out of here for now and I can show you just how much.”

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Frankie was going to show up any moment to pick you up for the fair. And yet here you were, standing in front of your mirror and musing over your outfit. By now Frankie had seen every iteration of you - from jeans and a shirt, sweatpants and a hoodie, to formal dresses, and everything in between. You knew he’d love whatever, but you found yourself questioning your dress. It was a pale gold sundress with a daisy print that you loved and thought looked great on you, combined with a pair of cute converse that would be comfortable for walking all day. You were you looked -

“Wow,” you hadn’t even heard Frankie come in, let alone walk into your bedroom. But you spotted him in the mirror, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest. You turned around and felt your face flush with warmth at his intent gaze, “you look beautiful.”

“Are you sure it’s not-”

“It’s perfect,” he insisted as he sauntered over, giving you just enough time to admire how perfectly his jeans fit along with his button down. He gently touched your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb before he leaned down to kiss you. It was only a few soft pecks, but they left you leaning into him and sighing wistfully, “gonna drive me crazy in that dress if you’re not careful, Bee.”

“I thought you’d like it,” you put your hand on his chest and gave him a playful little push, “and its easy access on top of it. You look good too, handsome. Is that a new shirt?”

“Yeah,” a dark pink flushed his cheeks as he offered you a soft smile, “I had to make sure I looked as good as you, everyone though I clearly failed.”

“Hush Francisco,” you put a finger to his lips, which he kissed softly, “let’s get going before we end up in bed - which we can do later! I was promised baby animals!”

“Alright,” he offered you a big pout which caused you to giggle as you reached for his hand to start pulling him along, “you owe me kisses later.”

“You always get all of my kisses!”

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The fair, just as you had imagined it would, was a lot of fun. It was made even better by having Frankie with you. Then again, you were sure that almost anything would have been better with him around. There were so many people, with everyone laughing and having a good time. You were hand in hand with Frankie, walking out of the food area, both of you stuffed to the max as you let him guide you towards the animals.

You were clutching a paper cone topped with bright pink cotton candy in your free hand that Frankie had been eyeing ever since you’d gotten it. Without a word he reached over and plucked some of the pink fluff off the cone and quickly shoved into his mouth. You turned to him with a surprised little expression and he gave you the cheekiest of winks.

“Thief!” you teased lightly, getting a wicked little idea of your own. Before he could say anything you reached for his trademark hat and pulled it off his head and onto your own, “you stole my cotton candy, so I’m stealing your hat!”

“Oh no you don’t!” there was a playful little glint in his eyes as you pulled your hand out of his and started to run away. You were laughing as you zigzagged your way through the crowd; you were fast but Frankie was faster and he quickly caught up to you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he caught you, pulling you close to his chest, “gotcha.”

“Have mercy on me,” you were almost breathless with giggles as you tried to squirm out of his strong grip, which only prompted him to tickle you lightly. You felt him press a few kisses to your cheek, his own chest vibrating with laughter, “fine, fine, fine! You win, Francisco.”

“That’s what I thought sweetheart,” his voice was low and warm in your ear and you had to try to stop the heat from pooling low in your belly, “nice try.”

“I almost got away with it,” you were beaming at him as you pulled out of his grasp and turned to face him, “but I’m keeping the hat for now! Besides, I like getting to see your curls. You look so cute!”

“Cute?” he snorted in amusement, “I am a manly man, thank you very much.”

“Very handsome,” you kissed his cheek, “but I’m still keeping the hat.”

“I’ll allow it,” he pushed it up slightly so he could lean down and kiss you properly. You couldn’t help but lean into him with a soft little sigh, “besides, it looks way better on you than it ever could on me.”

“Hush,” you insisted softly, “you are the most handsome man ever. I just happen to like wearing your things. But now, I want to see my baby animals!”

Frankie had to fight to keep himself grounded in the moment and not completely lose it once you’d told him you like wearing his things. There was something that made a primal hunger flare up within him when he’d see you walk around his house in his t-shirts or boxers or hoodies. But that was a thought for a different time. Right now, he was going to take you to see everything you desired.

He reached for your hand again, lacing his fingers through yours as you almost skipped in the direction of the barns. He loved your excitement at even such simple things; it was one of the things he noticed and fell for first about you. You could turn even the most boring of trips to the grocery store into something exciting. 

“Look at them!” you were almost squealing with excitement as you first saw the baby goats. They must have already decided they liked you just as much as they slowly flocked over to you, small little bleats reaching your ears, “they’re so cute!”

“They are,” he agreed with a smile as you both reached in to see if they would allow you to pet them. A few of the braver babies came over and let you give them scratches and pets, “they really like you.”

“I really like them,” a particularly affectionate little one gently headbutted your hand, “let’s move out to the county one day and get a farm and we can get all the baby goats and lambs and cows!”

“Is that really what you want Bee?” Frankie had no problem imagining a future with you. If you wanted to live in the city or move out to the country, he would have been right there with you. All he wanted was you, that much he knew. You turned to him and gave him a determined little nod, “alright then. We’ll move out to the country and start our own little farm animal collection.”

“Yay!” you kissed his cheek before bidding your new little friends goodbye and pulling him along to the lambs you spotted, “you’re the best. Best Boyfriend Frankie!”

And oh. How his heart stopped at your words. His whole face flushed with warmth and a pink flush rose up in his neck and cheeks. He could only hope you knew that he felt the same way about you.

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“Francisco,” you had your arm looped through his, almost leaning into him as you walked through the last bits of the fair. It was getting into the evening and the two of you had been going around and looking at everything for the better part of the day. All the heat, walking, and excitement was slowly wearing you down. But once you’d spotted the photo booths, your energy had come right back. You pointed excitedly as he looked to where you were pointing, “photo booths! Can we go? Will you please take some silly, cheesy pictures with me?”

“As if I could ever turn that opportunity down,” he took your hand again and started to practically run towards the booths with you in tow, “these are going to be good!”

Frankie pulled you in the nearest one, sitting on the hard little bench and pulling you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but quickly settled in, looking at him with the sweetest eyes that made him melt instantly. You quickly scrolled through all the little options before selecting the ones you liked best. 

“Alright,” you turned to him with a jokingly serious expression on your face, “no funny business but only funny faces. These are going on the fridge, so you better make them good.”

“I think I can handle that, little Bee,” he promised as you pressed the button to turn on the timer.

For the first couple of photos you both made silly faces, cracking yourselves up more than anything. These were going to be a perfect memory of your first time at the fair together. Just before the last photo was taken, Frankie delicately turned your face to his and gently kissed you. It was so easy to get lost in him, to melt into him that you almost forgot where you were. That was until the loud voice in the booth let you know that the photos were printing. You jumped a little and pulled back from him before both of you broke into a little laugh. 

“Francisco,” you couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed before you took the initiative and kissed him again, pulling him as close as possible in that tight little space. It was easy to get lost in him, to kiss him and let yourself be kissed by him. If you could have stayed like that forever, you would have done so without hesitation. 

It wasn’t until a knock came outside the booth that you broke apart and an annoyed voice reached your ears, “can you hurry up? Some of us want to use the booth too!”

You exchanged a guilty little smile with Frankie as you got off his lap and ducked out of the booth, quickly grabbing the strips of pictures. He grabbed your hand and the two of you ran off, laughing at the lines of disgruntled people that were waiting for all the different booths. 

“Did we just get yelled at by a kid?’ you asked as you stepped behind one of the buildings to catch your breath. 

“I think we did,” Frankie laughed, that crinkly eyed smile you loved so much appearing on his face, “worth it. Totally worth it. I love you, Bee.”

“I love you, Frankie,” you reached up and gently touched his face, stroking your thumb over his cheek, “thank you for today. I had a lot of fun. Let’s come again next year!”

“We can come back every year if that’s what you want,” he grinned, “and then one day we can get one of the baby goats or lambs or cows and take them home with us to live on the farm we’re going to have.”

“I hope you know I was very serious about, Morales. Don’t play with my heart like that,” you pulled him closer so your lips were brushing against his.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered softly, “if that’s what you want, that’s what you'll get, baby. Can I ask you for one thing right now?”

“Anything, Francisco.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Always.”

[forever-rogue]

Request for still from the smut prompts with our beautiful tin can din 🥺 love ur writing <3

AN | It’s smut, but soft smut 🥺

Warnings | This is soft but it is still smut [oral (f receiving), language, allusions to further acts]. Any minors caught interacting will be blocked.

Prompt Used | still: our muses are cuddling, receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.5k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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The late evening was still and gentle, only the soft sounds of the insects and nocturnal creatures meeting your ears. You were sprawled on the large, soft bed, waiting for Din to join you so you could go to sleep. He was currently putting Grogu down for the night, just across the small hallway. You could hear him whispering soft, reassuring things to him as the little one finally settled down.

What a life this had become; from one that required you to be constantly on the run, to being separated from the little one, to now being together in one place that was truly your home. A real home - a permanent one. It was a life you could have only dreamed of; and yet here you were, getting to experience it every day.

“Hey,” Din’s whisper took you from your thoughts as you looked up to find him leaning against the doorway. Even in only the faint light from the candle that was burning on the dresser, you could see the smile on his face. His hair was wild and mussed, sticking up at all angles as, and despite only being in pajama bottoms, he still managed to take your breath away. You pulled the blankets back and patted the spot meant for him, “you didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“Of course I did,” you insisted as he came over, quickly sliding into the bed and wrapping his arms around your frame before he pulled you close, “that alone is worth staying up for.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in content as you pulled his face towards yours and slowly kissed him. He leaned into your touch, refusing to break the kiss as he moved you so you were laying on top of him, “my gorgeous girl.”

“My shiny tin can,” you teased as you burrowed your face into his neck, flushing with warmth at his sweet words. No matter how many times he called you that, among many other sweet names, it still managed to leave you flustered and shy. He laughed lightly, a sound you could feel deep in his chest as you pressed a few kisses to the golden skin of his shoulders, “I love you.”

“I love you,” his hands found their way under your shirt, fingertips skimming along your skin as he traced aimless shapes into your soft flesh. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart, “feels weird, doesn’t it?”

“What?” you asked quietly, reaching up and brushing your hand through his dark curls, gently scratching at his scalp before giving him a few, quick kisses. He took the opportunity to reach down and give your bum a squeeze, which caused you to gasp in surprise before you laughed, “Din!”

“Sorry,” he most definitely wasn’t sorry, instead offering you a cheeky smirk, “I just mean this. Having all of this. It feels weird but…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him as he nodded before beaming at you. What a privilege it was, you realized, to have this - all of him - to yourself. If only the rest of the galaxy knew what they were missing out on. But then again, you didn’t want to share him either. You liked it just as it was - the three of you together against the world.

“Mhmm,” he agreed, playing with the waistband of your pajama shorts. You grabbed his jaw and turned his face towards yours so he was looking directly into your eyes. The corners of his mouth were tugging up into a little smirk, “what’s wrong?”

“Din Djarin,” you huffed playfully, before gently squishing his cheeks in your hands, “what are you up to?”

“Nothing,” he lied, not even bothering to cover up the fact that he was teasing you, “just having some fun.”

“Having fun,” you repeated before letting go of his face and kissing his cheeks. His hands found your waist and moved back onto your spot on the bed before hovering over you, hands braced on either side of your body, “hey!”

“Just having fun,” he kissed you, stealing away any smart remarks. And just who were you to stop him? He slipped his hand under your shorts, slowly starting to tease you, “this okay, sweetheart?”

“You better not start something you don’t intend on finishing-” anything else you were going to say, quickly turned into a moan as he slipped a thick finger through your already soaked folds, taking his time to coax out all those pretty little sounds he loved. The way you looked you up at him, pupils blown with lust and that stunning smile, made him keep going.

“I always finish what I start,” he winked at you before kissing you as he added another finger, playing with your already overly sensitive bundle of nerves. You arched into his touch, encouraging him to keep going. Din grinned as he teased your entrance before sliding his finger in, adding another when he saw how responsive you were to his touch.

“Fuck,” you whispered as he pushed your top up, which caused you to quickly rip it off and toss it onto the floor. He laughed, that deep lovely laugh that you adored, before using his free hand to play with one of your breasts and taking the other in his mouth. You wrapped an arm around his neck, carding a hand through the curls at the nape of his neck to keep him pressed to you, “Maker, you always know how to touch me.”

“I know,” he placed a few warm, open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, “because I love you.”

“Such a romantic,” you raked your nails up and his back, but before giving him a taste of his own medicine and grabbing his backside, “but two can play that game.”

You could feel him smiling against your skin before lavished attention to your other breast, lightly rocking his hips against yours. It was easy to tell how much he wanted you as well. You couldn’t help but giggle at the same sound he made in the back of his throat before he leaned up to kiss. It was a languid, tender thing before he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Gorgeous girl,” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure if you were supposed to hear. He smiled before kissing the corner of your mouth, “can I taste you?”

“O-only if you want,” despite how many countless hours he’d spent buried between your thighs, the question still made your face flush with warmth. He was always a giving lover, but the fact that he always asked for permission made you soften.

“Always,” he kissed his way down your body, tenderly kissing the top of your mound before disappearing between your legs. You didn’t didn’t even have a moment to prepare as he quickly latched onto your cunt, using his mouth along with his fingers. It was enough to make your toes curl as he murmured filthy praises against your skin. He paid attention to your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, reaching that magic spot that left you seeing stars, “look at you, good girl. I know what you like.”

“Din,” his name rolled off your lips like a prayer as your legs started to shake around his head. He paused for his ministrations for a moment before pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Din grabbed your hand with his and laced your fingers together.

“Let go for me,” he whispered as you came undone, closing your eyes as your release washed over you. You weren’t able to form a coherent string of words, including make small sounds that were like music to him as he worked you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you went all but limp around him, trying to catch your breath, “you alright?”

“Better than alright,” you laughed as he moved back up to lean over you, tenderly brushing your hair out of your face. Reaching up, you wiped away some of your arousal that coated his face, “Maker.”

“No - Din,” you both laughed before you pushed him away and onto his back, quickly straddling his waist. His large hands settled on your waist, “tell me what you want…I can practically hear you thinking.”

“I’m just thinking about all the things I want to do to you,” you settled back in his lap so your cunt was on top of his cock, “gorgeous, gorgeous boy, are you gonna let me do the things I want?”

“Yes,” he whispered through a grin that matched yours, as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “I love you.”

“More,” you whispered, “I love you too.”