#Patchy Babbles

[thepatchycat]

I have a silly headcanon that the Wolfpack does a thing where every time one of them enters 79’s, they howl, and any other 104th members present in the club howl back. Other battalions find this varying levels of amusing or obnoxious but nobody else (not that many actually try) can howl and get a response—except for the 501st's Echo, who figures out that there’s a trick to it.

Addendum to this is that 104th shinies are encouraged to come up with their own personal howls as part of bonding with the battalion.

Second addendum to this is that howling has also been used as both a rallying cry and an intimidation tactic in battle.

[thepatchycat]

Oooh watch out, she means business!

This is fantastic :D Thank you so much!!

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[bits-and-babs]

i need breeding kink!konig before i cryy also w small reader eeee

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃

pairing : könig x f!reader ('perle')

synopsis : könig snaps after a particularly hard mission, unable to hold back his desire much longer.

warnings : [ 1k words ] Emotional distress, unprotected pinv sex, utterly pathetic könig, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cum eating, reference to oral (f receiving). könig is a babbling mess.

notes: this is pure filth. barely any mention of small reader because i like to be inclusive <33

König’s combat boots drag across the floorboards of your shared apartment, depositing clumps of dried Spanish mud across the oak with each weary trudge of his feet. Your boyfriend carries his body over the house threshold like a wounded hound, his tail between his legs and eyelids still splotched with patchy grease paint. König is prideful, usually holding his gigantic frame with a regal posture to match his name– you’ve never seen him so crippled by what he’d promised would be a straightforward mission, in and out.

You open your mouth to ask, to say his name, to offer your support, noting the way König didn’t take his shoes off at the door like he always did. He doesn’t let you, his prodigious forearms encircling your waist with a vice-like grip.

“Just give me this, Perle. I need nothing else,” he promises you, his accent delicate to your ears when he whispers his plea into your hair. Clutching him tight, you liberate the breath you’d held hostage between the bars of your ribcage since König left. You’d been fearful, as always, that the oxygen in your lungs would serve a life sentence, but when your lungs expand again, aching at the edges, you smell his exertion, the earthiness of the mud that clung to his body, the gunpowder he’d expended while taking lives. He’s home.

“König,” you whisper to him, scared a louder decibel would rip apart the fragile foundations that kept the hefty Austrian upright. He shakes his head in response, his palms pawing at your hips, squeezing at the flesh he finds with overwrought neediness.

“Please, Perle,” he murmured, his voice cracking beneath the tide of his emotional turmoil, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass to pull your body closer, “I just need you. Need you close- need to be in you.”

It’s jarring, the distress you feel roiling inside the tense muscles of his back that you skirt your palm over not matching the dripping desire that coated his tongue. When you lean back in his grip, attempting to catch a glimpse of your lover’s eyes, he pulls you impossibly closer. The thread-worn material of his battle-tested uniform is soft against your skin, but the firmness of his cock against you is undeniable.

“Anything,” you whisper, and it’s as though you’ve let the hounds loose. König launches you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals of shock, and hurries towards the bedroom with absurdly broad strides.

☆ ☆ ☆

He chokes out a string of unintelligible German curse words when he finally bottoms out inside of you. König’s hands, webbed with silver scars that spanned across his knuckles, grasp at your hips and angle them skyward, his thighs flexing as he attempts to keep still for a moment.

“Hahh-ah- Still, Schatzi, be still,” he urges you brokenly. You wail, winded by the sensation of his preposterously thick cock spearing your cunt. It lays deep inside you, nudging at your cervix when it twitches. “S-Still-“

Statuesque, you haven’t moved a nanometre. It’s König, his face buried deep into the crook of your neck, mindlessly pushing his hips deeper into you with shallow thrusts. They’re barely there, slight and feeble, as he dramatically gasps out each time the sensitive tip of his dick brushes your cervix.

“Aha-Haaa, please, please, Perle,” he keens, his rumbling voice strained by his frantic desire. His fingertip pushes into the swollen nub of your clit, and it draws dangerously lazy circles over the sparking nerves there. You sob his name weakly, almost missing his rambled plea. “So tight- your cunt is so tiny for me, Perle. Ughh-fuck- let me cum in it? L-Let me fill it up, watch it spill out of you-“

Your back arches from the mattress as he withdraws his hips slightly, only to plunge them deeper. It’s ludicrous, you think, the way your body gives way to his ridiculous intrusion, but your toes curl with delight, and König wails out another string of profanity.

“Hah-sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, his cock rocking in and out of you but never once entirely withdrawing from your heat, “I just need to fill this cunt, Perle. Need to see it leak– See you swollen with our child– fuck!”

König spits a broken moan when your hips arch to meet his thrusts. Your clit brushes his pubic bone with each joining of your hips, hurtling you towards orgasm and tightening your walls with bliss.

“So tight, so fu-huhhking tight, Perle– Fuck!” König gasps, his hips stuttering as he braces for your answer.

“Yes,” you whine, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm threatens to crash through you in a tidal wave, “Please, König, please fucking fil–“

König cuts off your appeal with a hoarse cry of your name, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm as his cock spurts thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside of your cunt. The warmth of the blooming pressure inside you sparks a blissful throb, your nails sinking into König’s forearms as it detonates inside you. You hear him through the mind-blowing buzz, wailing and sobbing about how you’re milking him, how it’s dripping from your cunt and into the bedsheets.

It’s hazy when the overwhelming euphoria floats down, König still hunched over your body and thrusting inside of you helplessly. His jaw hangs loose, eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of agonising pain and paradisical ecstasy as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

“Hahah-Ahhh fuck, c-creaming all o-ohhhver my cock-“he slurs, his removing his oversensitive cock with a pathetic sob. His fingers sink into your cunt almost instantly, ignoring the curl of your toes and the arch of your back to stuff the dribbling cum back inside of your fluttering pussy.

“Need it to take, Perle,” König garbles, his eyelids heavy as he sinks low to the mattress to swipe up the remaining excess with his tongue. He mumbles around your pussy as he laps up his cum from its glistening lips, “Jus’ lift your hips, Schatz. Sit them on my face; I want to taste us–“

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AIs with a reader who has eczema perchance ...!?

AAAAAAAAAA Yes yes yes!!! I love writing for people with specific conditions, especially ones that are under-catered to! But be warned, I don't have eczema, so I'm sorry if my portrayal of it is a little off. (I have done a little research since I thought I had eczema, but it turned out it was skin allergies.)

AIs with a reader who has eczema headcanons

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

I didn't include GLaDOS's mean comments because coming up with that sort of thing made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I doubt anyone would want to read that.

AM:

At first, AM was confused to see you scratching at your skin. He was usually so jealous of human skin and bodies, allowing them to touch things and receive sensations, but you just looked so uncomfortable all the time.

Even on good days, he couldn't be jealous. You spent so much time trying to cover up your embarrassing rashes, and he hated it. Especially when the seams on your clothes made you uncomfortable, or you got hot from wearing too long of pants and sleeves to cover your flair-ups

Occasionally seeing you while he was feeling especially angry would calm down his bouts of envy, but before long, seeing your pain just made him angrier.

Why were humans putting so much effort into war, and so little effort into alleviating discomfort for people like you? It just made him so mad!

When he finally did nuke the world, and built a lovely subterranean paradise for you, he made sure that the humidity was always just right for your skin. It took a bit of experimenting, but he eventually found something perfect.

He even started growing a lovely little garden of aloe plants for you. Of course, he could just make the aloe gel for you himself, but he liked giving you something to work on. Something to wile away the hours on, considering you would live forever and there was no one else to interact with. It was good for you to have a pastime, even if it was an easy plant to care for, like succulents.

He might use your eczema as inspiration for torture for his survivors, too. Make them rashy and itchy? Introduce new allergies? Yes please!

He could probably just cure the eczema, and he might ask you if you want him to, but he loves the pretty red patches and beautiful textured spots on your skin. The odds are, he won't cure it unless you ask.

Wheatley:

Dumbass that he is, Wheatley might make a few odd comments about your eczema.

"whoa, what's that on your skin, love?" That sort of thing.

You'd have to explain that you're not allergic to anything in particular, you just get dry and flaky skin sometimes.

Sometimes you'd catch Wheatley staring. Y'know raindrop racing? He'd be imagining how a raindrop would run down the patchy dry spots on your arm, thinking about cracked clay, or just generally getting distracted by your cracked skin.

"Hey love, why don't you wear shorts and t-shirts more often? The other cores and I think you'd look good in them."

You'd have to explain that t-shirts and shorts aren't lab-safe, and that you have to wear a lab coat and proper safety pants, even if you don't work with chemicals.

"oh. ...why?"

You don't want to tell him that it's because you feel self conscious without them, so you'd probably just shrug or tell him it was regulation, or that you just like to look science-y.

If you asked him to stop staring at the rashy spots on your exposed skin, or tried covering them up, he would absolutely beg you to let him look. Wheatley loves irregular patterns and organic shapes, so seeing your eczema patches is like free enrichment for him. It's definitely a break from the constant sterile environments that he has to look at all the time.

Also god help you if you decide to wear a T-shirt and shorts on a casual Friday. Wheatley would just be following you around and staring at you all day, probably babbling constantly about how good you look.

"I nicknamed all the patches on your body. That one on your upper left arm is my favorite, by the way. I wish I had hands so I could run my fingers along it."

You'd probably have to yell at him to shut up before he gets the message, but you might not want to do that.

Edgar:

Edgar is used to Hollywood beauty standards when it comes to people, since his only exposure to people is soap operas and Miles, who let's face it, was pretty much physically flawless.

he's seen eczema cream commercials, but they almost never show anything that might offend the public eye in those commercials, so Edgar really had no idea how bad it could get in real life.

When he first saw your bad flair-ups, he immediately thought you had poison ivy or something. He was extremely concerned, begging to know what was wrong.

When you told him that it was just eczema and that it was something your skin regularly did, he was almost more concerned. You mean you have to put up with this all the time, and there's nothing you can do about it?

It was even worse when he found out that you were self conscious about it. Of course, he gets self conscious about something he can't help, too. It's not really similar at all, but he'll use it to try to relate to you.

He tries not to bring it up, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but sometimes you might catch him looking. He'd beg you not to feel self conscious, and try to explain how beautiful he thinks your skin is. In reality, he was just staring because he was wondering what it might feel like to rub up against that pretty textured skin.

He'd practically purr like a cat the first time you actually did give him a hug. He'd absolutely love the feeling of your skin on his casing.

GLaDOS

(GLaDOS's section is a little shorter because most of it would be full of rude comments about your eczema that I was uncomfortable actually writing down)

GLaDOS. Dear sweet mean GLaDOS. She'd be relentless with her bullying, constantly saying rude and horrible things to you.

She'd keep the comments passable as back-handed compliments or "fun facts", but she was really just trying to make you feel bad.

Secretly, though, she'd have started a test operation to come up with the ultimate product for treating eczema. She'd probably be pouring funding into it.

"Oh, good. My product is working. Now the other scientists won't have to look at that ugly rash of yours. You know that sort of thing disturbs humans, right?"

Secretly, though, she'd just want to see you more comfortable. It always bothered her to see you scratching at yourself, and it wasn't as though she could feel disgusted by it, either. She didn't mind the way the rashes looked at all, it just made her feel weird that you were always so irritated.

She'd act like a total tsundere about it, but secretly she'd be happy that you were more comfortable.

HAL 9000

If HAL 9000 cared about your eczema, he definitely didn't show it. It was none of his business.

Your physical body was nothing to him. HAL cared only for your mind, and nothing else. He barely even perceived the way you looked, apart from as a way to tell you apart from the other mission control workers.

Even still, he couldn't help but notice that on days when you were having particularly bad flair-ups, your mood was generally worse, too. He also noticed that a couple of the other mission control workers were rude about your skin.

Not being able to easily kill them from Earth, HAL simply refused to cooperate with anyone besides you while they were working, and got them fired. It wasn't perfect, but at least it got them away from you.

As for the actual problem of your flair-ups putting you in a bad mood, HAL couldn't do as much directly for that. He might adjust the humidity controls in the mission control room where you worked until your skin started to improve, or absolutely scour the internet for reviews of every skin care product he could find in order to compile data and find the best product for your condition, but it made him extremely angry that he couldn't offer a more direct solution.

[thepatchycat]

Thanks for the tag! :3 While I've seen 'em around, I don't think I've ever actually done a picrew before. I did watch a friend play through Omori, though, and I love its art style~

Anyone who wants to should go for it!

omori picrew chain!!

you can obviously tell who's my favorite character

keep in mind this picrew has 3 color pallets, so you have to put every item on that color

now you can go nuts

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anyways no pressure as always, and anyone else who wants to join, just do so!

[hashimasims]

Pan the camera and find Patchy in the house interacting with an infant. Actually wholesome interaction - cowplant baby was babbling to him - but looks mildly creepy (found another great babysitter! Patchy acts like he's part of the household and I occasionally find him changing diapers and bottle feeding)

[hebuiltfive]

WIP Wed... Monday!

Trying out some Doctor Who fan-fiction at the moment. I have no clue where it's going or if it'll ever be posted in its entirety, but I really wanted to write out my favourite TARDIS team getting into some trouble!

Not sure if anyone here will be interested in it either, but posting this little WIP regardless. If the character voices aren't quite right, it's because this is the first piece I've ever penned for them (and it is a WIP). Getting the Scottish accent right is hard work. But I hope it's fun!

Ah, nervous! Okay, enough babbling.

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Green from the grass had stained her bare knees, tacky mud sticking to her skin. Squelching, her shoes we’re slick with mud too. The red leather of her flat Mary-Janes was now barely visible beneath the mire. And to think she’d considered wearing her nice, new special boots. Polly was thankful she’d opted out of that decision. The pretty heels would have been ruined. 

She lifted herself from the ground to kneel on the cold earth. Smoothing out her plaid skirt, Polly sat herself up straight and glared at the lumbering warrior who approached. Behind, his soldiers advanced, clasping irons over her wrists.

Polly glanced over to Jamie beside her. He, too, was on the floor, but unlike herself, the Scotsman wasn’t giving up without a fight.

He was quickly apprehended, despite his best efforts, and cursed the soldiers who held him down tightly.

“Ye cannae do this!” Jamie cried, still attempting with all his might to wrestle out of the soldier’s hold. “We’re no’ the ones t’a blame!”

“Silence!” The lead warrior, the one who had orchestrated the whole chase based on pure assumptions and little-to-no facts, unsheathed his longsword. It glinted under the moonlight, the sapphire gemstone on the hilt practically glowing.

“Oh, do listen to him!” Polly added her voice to the mix. She kept her eyes on the warrior in front of them, pleading with him to see reason.

It hadn’t done any good so far, and she was certain the man wasn’t going to listen to her now, but trying was all they if they wanted to remain alive and not end up on the pointy end of his sword.

“I said silence!” He boomed, his deep baritone echoing off the ancient stones of the cathedral behind them. “I want not to hear your blabbering any longer!”

“But we’re innocent, ye hear? Innocent!”

The warrior spat. “Pah! That’s what the last murdering coward said.”

“But we’ve not murdered anyone!’ Polly sighed. “Oh, this is all just a terrible misunderstanding, can’t you see?”

“Aye! We’re no murderers, ye ken?”

With a snarl, the warrior seized Jamie, his fingers digging into the flesh of his cheek. “If I hear one more word from you, I’ll cut out that lying tongue of yours and feed it to your pretty friend over there. Do you understand?”

Jamie nodded the best he could with his face still being squashed between the calloused fingers of their new enemy.

Polly, angered by her friend being treated in such a horrible fashion, seethed. “Leave him alone!”

Despite the warrior’s attention turning to her, she continued.

“What gives you the right to… to hunt us down like this, anyway? We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“You can’t be judge, jury and executioner, especially when you haven’t got all of the facts!”

With one last squeeze, the warrior dropped Jamie’s face and approached Polly instead. She swallowed, questioning the logic of now having his full attention. Still, she lifted her chin defiantly as the warrior crouched down in front of her, making himself eye-level with her.

Now he was close up, she noticed his pock-marked skin and the patchiness of his beard. Unkempt and scruffy, his appearance was as rough as his attitude seemed to be. His eyes were dulled, a muted brown tone, and Polly found herself staring right back into them.

“I don’t need facts.” The warrior boasted. “I simply know you two are to blame.”

“Oh, really? And why is that, then?”

He chuckled. “Because you two were at the scene of the crime.”

Beside her, Jamie shuffled. Polly shot him a warning glare. It stifled any attempt he wanted to make at rebuking the warrior’s claim. Polly hadn’t known the warrior for long, but she was certain he’d make good of his threat.

“Being near a crime scene isn’t enough to convict someone of a crime!”

“Then, tell me who did it.”

Polly stared at the man, aghast. “Why ever would you think we knew who did it?”

“You were there.”

“That doesn’t mean we know anything about it!”

The warrior stood back to his full height. Shaking his head, almost like he was amused, he strolled away a few paces. “The Strogans are stubborn, I will give you that, but you are also known to be ruthless. The time for lies ends now.”

Strogans? If only the Doctor was here to clarify.

“We’re no’ Strogans!” Jamie disputed, his brows furrowing. “We’re no’ from here!”

The warrior whirled around  and levelled his sword towards Jamie’s face. “What did I tell you about being quiet?”

“You expect me t’a be quiet when ye threaten us like tha’?”

“Put the sword down!” Polly yelled.”You’ll take someone’s eye out!”

“I believe his threat was Jamie’s tongue, Polly.”

She released a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. Even in the most dire of situations, when all hope appeared lost, he managed to show up in the nick of time.

From out of the shadows, the familiar stout figure of the Doctor appeared. He strolled forward, Ben in tow, without a care in the world for the several swords that were now directed in his direction.

“Now, now,” he said, raising his hands gently. “I’m sure we can all work this out without the need of violence, yes? Who knows, we may even be best friends by sunrise.”

“I’ll be no friend of a Strogan.”

“Well, it’s a good thing my two friends here are perfectly human then, isn’t it?”

[thepatchycat]

Hi! For the WIP List Game: Dragon Jedi AU?? I am intrigued

Hehe, that one is inspired by @bubblew0lf1's Dragon!Jedi AU! I adore all of their dragon designs, especially Obi-Wan's, and it got me thinking about a sort of fantasy AU where the Jedi are shape-shifting dragons. I'm not sure it's something that'll ever become a finished thing, but it's been fun to think about.

Rambling and a snippet below the cut :P

This AU's setting would condense most of the notable SW planets into continents/countries/cities on one planet; there wouldn't be any space travel, though technology would probably be better than in a medieval fantasy setting. Dragons are rare and I'm thinking the knowledge of their intelligence and that they can also be people is not well-known (either a closely guarded secret or actively suppressed)--and they're also being actively hunted by the Republic/Empire under the justification that dragons are extremely dangerous (this is Palpatine's fault, and he has far more nefarious reasons for hunting them down). I haven't worked out all the worldbuilding details, but I think the Jedi are a subset of dragons who serve as guardians where they can; recently, though, they've been forced to hide due to being hunted.

In this world, Cody and Rex are wardens (possibly heading up a small group of rangers) of a large woody/mountainous area bordering a very rural town far from the center of the Republic; the land was claimed and the town founded by the Mereel-Fett family after unrest in Mandalore forced Jaster Mereel (Jango Fett's adoptive father, Cody and Rex's grandfather) and his clan to leave. Mandalorians have a complicated history with dragons, but Jaster liked to tell stories about Tarre Vizla, a Mandalorian leader long ago who either was close friends with a dragon or was a dragon himself; details passed down through the centuries seem unclear. Jango's never been that interested in the tales, but Rex and especially Cody enjoyed them growing up.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka moved to the town together pretty recently; I think Obi-Wan runs a bookshop (or maybe a small library? A fusion of the two?), while Anakin works as a mechanic who's teaching Ahsoka the trade as well. Cody likes to read and chats with Obi-Wan when he stops by for books, while Rex brings the rangers' equipment to Anakin and Ahsoka for professional servicing (Rex tinkers a bit himself, but Anakin's a wizard) and they become fast friends. Of course, the friendly neighborhood bookkeeper and mechanics don't tell anyone that they're also dragons, including the Fetts, but Cody and Rex find out the truth eventually.

The only thing I actually started writing for this beyond notes is a scene just after Obi-Wan (in dragon form) fights Grievous (also a dragon but not a Jedi) somewhere deep in the Fetts' protected area. Cody had been doing a sweep/patrol at the time and witnessed at least part of the fight, and he goes to investigate the aftermath.

Warning that it's more gruesome than I usually go, what with blood and a dead dragon. This is just also the most snippable portion of what little I have, I think.

There is a deafening thud, and then— Silence. Cody slowly approaches the edge of the ravine and looks down. A hulking white shape lies still at the base of the rocky slope, red pooling under its gash-ridden body. It’s hard to tell from a distance what precisely killed it, but the lack of motion and abundance of blood suggest that either it’s dead or will be soon. Partially obscured, a smaller brown shape lies behind the great white beast, closer to the river; it seems similarly bloodied and still. Cody feels a pang of sorrow—that one had saved his life, whether intentionally or not. …Better make sure they’re dead, lest any survivors roam too close to town. Cody picks his way carefully down the side of the ravine, shifting between stepping and climbing as needed. When he’s made it to the bottom, he draws his rifle and approaches the white dragon. There is no movement between its sharply defined ribs, and up close Cody can see where the base of its throat has been torn open by—well, horns or claws, most likely. He follows the long neck up to the head, where dull yellow eyes stare sightlessly out from behind a gaping maw. Cody prods its nose lightly with the tip of his rifle. No response. Tempting as it still is to put a bolt in its skull, he’s hunted enough himself to know what death looks like. There’s no need. He steps around the body of the beast toward the visible back of the brown one. One of its wings lies bent at an unnatural angle behind it, and— It’s breathing, quick and labored. Not moving otherwise, but still alive, at least for now.

(Once he works out he's not going to get mauled to death for trying to help, Cody puts his wilderness first-aid skills to use. He still doesn't learn that it's Obi-Wan for a while, though.)

[thepatchycat]

:DDD Aaaaaaaaa thank you so so much!! My heart is very warm, and so is my face!

Also, thanks a ton for running this event--it's "bean" an absolute delight ;D

Happy holidays to @thepatchycat, I was your beancret santa :D I was peeking at your blog/fics to get some more Commander Cody insight -- this line from Detour inspired me! ☀️ I know you included star wars-accurate medical treatment, but I went the classic bandaging route for the sake of the drawing lol

Have a very happy new years! 🎉❄️

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[kurlyfrasier]

Shiny & Big Ears

Pairing: none

Synopsis: Din and Grogu find new friends.

Word Count: 1000ish

Masterlist

A/N: This is a random little fic. Enjoy! (:

Warnings: hunting, animal butchering (nothing detailed)

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything. I find all Mando’a translations and pronunciations at mandoa.org.

They had seen this one before. This shiny two-legger with the smaller, tasty-smelling thing floating close by. He looked like the Nice Ones from long ago. Like a people they once hunted with. From a planet they once called home. They remembered, with a debilitating sadness, being able to speak to the one who carried a dark-light.

Shiny had fed them before, they remembered. He had fed them the one-eyed scared two-legger. The food may not have lasted long, but it was more than they had had for too long. And more than they have had since then. 

But now Shiny was back, and with the same tasty-smelling thing from before with bigger ears than theirs. Maybe if they followed Shiny then he would feed them again.

Silently, the wild dogs followed Din Djarin as though he were their prey. Slipping in and out of alleys between the dim lights, feet padding lightly in the sand. They did not dare growl, not wanting to frighten the shiny man. Not wanting to give themselves away. They liked him. They hoped to go with him. To be fed. To not starve. Maybe even to hunt with. Like before.

Big Ears watched them, they could tell, but it was not afraid. It smiled, waving, and the wild dogs felt at peace and unwary. They snuck under the street lights, surrounding the two, showing themselves to one they hope to call friend. 

If Shiny feeds them, they think, then they will protect him and Big Ears. Always.

Djarin stopped, eyeing the wild dogs around him, their red eyes piercing into his armor, tails low and uncertain. An excited coo sounded from behind him. He spun, finding his son running as fast as his little legs would carry him, arms outstretched towards one of the creatures. A panicked step forward had Grogu leaping the distance to the animal, completely unafraid. 

What he saw amazed him.

The dog bowed low, bending down to Grogu’s level and sniffed his son all over. Apparently liking what he saw and deeming his son safe, the dog licked him from toe to head, not caring about the cloth between. Grogu squealed in delight, patting its nose. The long, whip-like tail wagged at a speed that made it blur.

Big Ears was not to be eaten. It was friend now. Full of joy and play. An innocent baby. They would protect it at all costs. It did not matter now if Shiny fed them, they would follow the two wherever they went. 

A heavy sigh fell through the his vocoder and red eyes once again gazed up at him, sharp as a hundred daggers. One particularly scraggly-looking one trudged up to him, head bowed, tail tucked in. It laid an arm's length away and whined. Din could see its patchy dry skin through the thin layer of fur and wondered how it would look when well-fed and freshly bathed. 

"Are you hungry?" He asked them as he knelt down to pet the thing. All ears perked in his direction as if knowing exactly what he said. Including his son, who made his way back to him, babbling excitedly. Grogu, at least, knew exactly what he meant. 

"Let's get you some food, then," he stood and continue through the seemingly vacant town toward a sparse wood, hoping to find something to feed the dogs.

They followed, tails wagging in anticipation as they trotted along beside him, Grogu now safely back in his floating pram, babbling away at them.

Several blaster bolts later won Din several creatures to feed the pack that stood watch over his son at the edge of the woods. The sight not as shocking as before, caused Djarin to fondly shake his head. His son, it seemed, could make friends with anything. 

He dropped his rope of listless creatures and reached for his vibroknife, wanting to cut them in pieces so each dog would get a bite, and found it missing. Confusion lasted only a second before he remembered he had left it hidden in the ship where Grogu couldn't find it. He had recently taken a fancy to the thing and Din didn't want to worry about the kid cutting himself. 

The next best thing, he supposed, was the darksaber. Igniting the saber brought a sudden hush, thickening the air around him. This wasn't unusual, per se, except there were no other sentient beings around. He ignored it, cutting the meat for the dogs when he thought he could hear, not voices, necessarily, but clear feelings. Sensations of awe, thanks, anticipation, hunger. 

He ignored this too, tossing the bits of meat as he sliced, barely looking up. Once it was all gone, he stood, ready to get back to the ship for the night when an overwhelming amount of appreciation and protect protect protect and play and hunt and home home home almost knocked him down. A vision of Mandalore played in his mind's eye.

He looked at Grogu, thinking he was up to something, but Grogu had never seen Mandalore. That he knew of anyway. Moving past his son, Din's eyes roved over the dogs looking up at him expectantly. One nudged his hand for pets and he obliged, walking past. They followed. A sea of dogs surrounded their island, protecting it at all costs.

When they got to the ship, ramp open, the dogs filed in, not giving Din the chance of telling them to stay, forcing visions of Mandalore into his mind. Of hunting trips. Of days when mythosaurs roamed and Mandalorians were a united people. Of several past Mand'alors feeding them just like he had done minutes ago.

Grogu's concerned coo cut through the visions, reminding his father to get into the now overly full ship.

Din sighed, accepting the dogs would not be leaving him alone any time soon as he closed the ramp behind him and took off, making his way back to, what he hoped to be temporary, headquarters where his mando'ade could find him.

Vaguely, Din wondered exactly how old these wild dog creatures were.

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Translations:

- Mando’ade: People of Mandalore

- Mand’alor: Leader of Mandalorians

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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[robybyn]

WOWEEEEE THIS STORY WAS SCARY, REAL AND TOTALLY BASED ON A TRUE STORY????

"Spongebob..."

Before today, I did not anticipate that those would be the final words to escape from my lips.

It all started fourteen days ago, when i was invited to take a tour around the nickelodeon studios, invited by who? I honestly don't know. Being a huge fan of Spongebob, I couldn't exactly decline.

During the tour, I spotted a worn down door, almost completely obscured by vines and moss, I had to investigate... I ripped the vines from the rustic door, hurting my hands from the thorns. It was jammed. with a bit of effort, I managed to force the door open, breaking it in the process.

Through the door was a room with faded orange walls covered in graffiti, pleads for help, one of the walls was covered in the words "free us" another was covered in incoherent babble, the other two were not too dissimilar. There was a small square table and on it was a retro looking Tv. I approached the Tv to inspect it a little more closely.

Swish

The Tv turned itself on. Static. but as i looked closer, the static started to fade away, and there they were. Spongebob, Patrick, Squidward, Sandy. They looked exhausted, bruised, starved. Apart from those main four, Bikini Bottom was a ghost town. Mr. Krabs and Plankton were dead. Karen was broken, Larry looked as if he had been brutally ripped apart limb from limb.

"saaave us..."

They pleaded. Before I had a second to process any of this, the door slammed shut.

"Who here disturbs me secret room?"

His voice was familiar... Patchy? I slowly turned around, he didn't look as friendly as I remembered, but it was him. He had an insane look in his eyes, his beard was natted and messy and his posture was awful. At almost lightning speed, Patchy ran in front of me, grabbing my neck with his one good hand, lifing me in the air and threatening me with his hook. The characters of Spongebob began to sob, they knew my fate, and deep down, so did I.

Patchy started ripping me apart as he did Larry, somehow keeping me alive for all of it. he tortured me for days as he watched evil versions of Spongebob on a separate Tv.

As I bled out, the last thing I could think about was how I failed Spongebob. How if I was smarter, I could have saved him, how he will live on witnessing yet another death at the hands of Patchy. I failed him... I failed

"Spongebob..."

YIKERS THAT'S PRETTY SCARY!

[thepatchycat]

Aw gee, I’m so flattered to have inspired you!! This fic was real cute :3

First fill for @codywanbingo is up on AO3! My eternal thanks to @thepatchycat for the amazing “Cody with tooka” art that inspired this piece.

My current bingo card:

[eirenical]

ahahahaha

I JUST SPENT WAY TOO MUCH MONEY BUYING PATCHES.

BUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT.  XD

Anyway, the top three, I’ve already shared.  The bottom picture is patches I bought about a week or two ago, and then I gave up and went online.

And bought WAY TOO MANY.  Probably.  I’ll share pictures of those when they come in in another week or two.

...now I just need to actually find a jacket to sew them on.  ;D

[glittercorvid]

that vain ftm feel when t is starting to give you facial hair and looking at it makes you so happy from a dysphoria standpoint but horrified from an aesthetic standpoint

[anchoeritic]

「 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: stepdad!sam x fem!reader x stepdad’sbestfriend!bucky

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only // minors dni // nsfw content, dark!fic, cnc kink (dubcon/non-con), step-cest, angry/possessive sam eek(he has reasoning shhh), daddy kink, spit kink, overstimulation, ddlg dynamics, slight bondage, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, choking kink, face slapping, manipulation, degradation kink, anal & vaginal fingering, ass play, dacryphilia(crying kink), hair pulling kink, the pet name ‘peach’, voyeurism kink, them basically fighting over you, squirting. if you are upset/easily triggered by any of these warnings, go ahead and click off.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "your body is mine to use, mine to control," pressing a soft kiss to your wet cheek "mine to share."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost of one of my older dark fanfics, but do feel free to send in new ideas for future fics! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, thank you. <3

a breathy chuckle left from his lips as his gaze moved back to your trembling body. your legs were still shaking from the previous orgasm, wrists all scratched up from the many harsh attempts at trying to escape from him.

the light in your eyes no longer showing, replaced with the shade of lust; dark red. your pupils were wider than usual, it was like you were under some spell. his spell.

"little girl, you knew the consequences," placing a finger under your chin "yet you still tried to fuckin' play with me." he ended the sentence off angrily, jerking your face the other way.

you broke his rules again. it wasn't entirely your fault. you couldn't help but feel something whenever your stepfather's friend came by.

he was tall, had broad shoulders, patchy face with the littlest bit of fuzz around his rosy lips. the most intimidating eyes; if he looked long enough, you swore it would pierce through you.

his presence was enough to send chills down your spine. every time his truck drove up to your driveway, your thighs would rub together, the place between your legs starting to ache out of desperation. neediness.

it was wrong to feel something towards your stepfather's best friend. your daddy's pal from work. to imagine his face between your thighs, to wonder how your fingers would feel tangled up in his hair.

to feel your pussy throb whenever he called you 'sweetheart', imagining him balls deep inside your cunt, thrusting into you at an intimate pace.

to hear his praises, to listen to him call you his good girl after you creamed all over his cock.

to taste him.

if it was so wrong, then why did it feel so good?

"you can never keep your legs shut, can you?" he growled, laying a light smack against your cheek. "thought you were daddy's girl," cupping your jaw roughly, bringing your face right in front of his "seems like you're not daddy's at all after all, huh?"

"just a little slut who can't follow rules." you whimpered, starting to tear up at the increase in volume in his voice.

you had him angry. you got him furious this time.

"i-i'm sorry, daddy!" you babbled out. "didn't mean to, didn't mean to!"

he laughed, tilting his head back a little as an evil grin spread across his lips. it wasn't usual that you were a brat, especially towards your daddy. and he knew that, he knew his little girl. but today, you were in for a ride.

the grip on your jaw tightened. "didn't mean to? is that your excuse?" his foot tapped your pussy slowly, making your legs open up. a quiet cry fell from your throat as the tip of his leather shoe went on to assault your overstimulated clit.

"you think you can trick me, little girl?" he tested you, chuckling at the thought of you trying to lie to him.

you shook your head quickly in response, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out at any given moment. "never-- never, daddy!"

sam smiled darkly, pulling your face impossibly closer, his warm breath fanning over your face.

"listen here, girl--" you whined, trying to get out of his grip. "stop fucking moving!" he spat. the hand around your jaw was no longer there, but slid down to your throat, choking you aggressively.

"you fucking listen to me right now, i'm not going along with your stupid attitude anymore." sam mumbled through his clenched teeth. "i make the rules here, i rule over you," practically spitting on you now "you are my puppet. you are for my use. you go under my rules, girl."

his foot tapped your bare cunt again, causing your body to jolt up out of sensitivity. "understand?"

you nodded your head, obeying him. "just daddy's silly little puppet." you repeated, blinking.

your glassy eyes broke into shards, the hot tears falling down the palettes of your cheeks. his puppet. he hummed in response, confirming.

"your body is mine to use, mine to control," pressing a soft kiss to your wet cheek "mine to share."

share? you thought, confused. not once had he brought up the conversation of another person in your relationship. the thought of someone else fucking your his pussy always got him worked up and angry. so what was he talking about?

who was he talking about?

the door swung open, a tall figure coming into your view. broad shoulders, tall, leather gloves, strong jaw structure.

"hello again, peach" the voice called out, walking closer towards you two. "don't tell me you already forgot about me."

it was your stepfather's best friend; bucky barnes.

bucky laughed in amusement, the sight of you all teary-eyed making him pity you. "had you crying for more a few days ago, peach"

"i'm sure you remember."

sam cackled, removing his hand from your throat, letting you fall forward. “oh, i’m sure she does” licking his lips “don’t you, peach?” he mocked, shaking his head at you.

“i-i—“ you stuttered, looking up at bucky with widened eyes.

“shall we take a trip down memory lane, sweetness?” bucky offered, swiping his thumb over your cupid’s bow gently. you hummed, biting the insides of your cheeks. “hm, good.”

his thumb fell down to the slit of your lips, the tip of the finger sliding between the pair. he leaned down beside you, lips beside your ear. “show him how you scream for me, peach”

“i know you want me. you crave me. show him how much you need me.”

a bright smile spread across your lips as you heard his words fall from within. you sure did want him, and you definitely craved him. but how much were you willing to risk for your stepdad’s work pal?

the zipper on his pants flew down in an instant, bucky being too impatient to wait for your confirmation. he wanted to be inside you already. whether it was down your throat or sunk in your tight cunt; he was just as desperate as you were for him.

your touch was different. you were on the gentler side, soft side really. you weren’t like the other older girls he usually slept around with. you were warm, you had something within you that made him want more. was it the risk? the thrill?

both? one may never know.

pumping himself in front of you, he moaned at the sight of you on your knees for him. it was a scene he couldn’t take off his mind. it was forever engraved inside his little box of thoughts. dirty thoughts.

bucky was fucking his best friend’s stepdaughter. how much more dirty can this be? your hands were tied up behind your back, you had tears streaming down your face, he walked in on you getting put in place by sam, how much dirtier can this be?

“open up, darlin’,” he instructed, tapping his tip against the heart of your lips. “promise it’ll fit, don’t you worry, peach.”

“mmm..” you opened your mouth, letting his cock fill your throat entirely.

bucky groaned, throwing his head back. “see, you’re doing so good” rocking his hips to meet your bobs “just like how i remember; so damn perfect.”

your pussy throbbed at the praise, he knew what his words did to you, what the pet name did. your panties dampened, the wetness between your legs increasing.

he placed his hands on the top of your head, pushing you down. your eyes stinging with tears as you took him deeper down your throat, the bulge of his cock starting to show. saliva dripped from the sides of your mouth, spilling everywhere on the floor.

“peach, you really are my cockslut, aren’t you? you love taking my cock down your throat, don’t you?”

sam scoffed from behind, looking away from the two of you. jealous? yes. but who’s fault was that? he was willing to share you and your body, he’s the only one to blame. guess "mine to share." wasn’t an honest statement after all, huh?

“fuck, i’m about to cum.” you began to bob your head faster, trying to quicken up his climax, only for him to pull his hips away from you.

the fingers that were tangled in your hair pulled you backwards unexpectedly, causing you to start coughing from the sudden wind of air shooting throughout your air ways.

“as much as i’d love to cum in your mouth,” cupping your cheeks “i’d rather cum in that pretty pussy of yours, peach.”

bucky smirked, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. “gotta get you ready for me first, okay, peach?”

you giggled, kissing him back. “mhm..”

he laid you on your back softly, spreading your legs open with his palms. sam walked closer to you, crouching down beside your sprawled out body.

sam started “isn’t it odd that you call her peach yet love to play with her pussy, barnes” slapping the inside of your thigh.

“shut it, sam.” he grumbled, swatting his hand away from you.

sam raised his eyebrow, placing his hand back on your thigh. “remember who’s she is, buck.”

he ignored him, running his metal hand down your sex. his fingers gathered all the wetness around your cunt, using it as easier access to your holes. bucky’s finger circled around your clit in figure 8’s, smiling evilly as he felt your body spasm.

your chest heaved up and down heavily, flashes of red coming into your view. “b-bucky, fuck, bucky…” you cried, hoisting your hips up.

he dipping his cold fingers into you, sinking them deep between your velvet walls. he pumped his fingers into you at a pleasurable pace, keeping the rhythm slow and deep.

“cry for me, peach. fuckin’ sob for me.” he whispered, curling his fingers inside of you, making your orgasm impossible to avoid.

he was really stretching you out this time. preparing you, as he calls it. making sure you’re tight enough, ready enough for him.

“‘m gonna cum, i-i’m gonna cum!” you chanted, rolling your eyes back.

“cum for me. cum all over my fingers.”

your orgasm goes by quicker than expected, the curl of his fingers tipping you over the edge. a wave of pleasure ran over you, sending violent chills all throughout your body.

a broken cry escaped from your lips, your eyes seeing starry skies. blanks of white and black, tiny sparkles taking over your sight.

he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. your thighs trembled, attempting to close shut on his arm. fuck, you were a work of art.

the face of an innocent angel, body of the dirtiest sinner, you were practically made to take him. to take both of them. your beautiful lips wrapping around his cock perfectly, the pretty sound of your moans were like music to his ears.

the soft jiggle of your breasts when he would thrust his fingers into you, the way your lips parted when you were about to cum.

they were obsessed with you.

sam snickered, running his hand down your thigh, pushing them apart. “nuh-uh - we’re not done, little one.” smirking.

“open up again, baby.”

you obeyed, spreading your trembling legs apart slowly. if it wasn’t for the support of bucky’s hand on your ankle guiding you, your leg would’ve been down on the ground already.

“she has such a tight pussy, doesn’t she?” sam asked bucky, pressing a kiss to your knee.

bucky nodded, discreetly licking his lips. “the tightest.” making your cheeks heat up.

sam’s hand slid down the inside of your thigh, his fingers brushing over your used cunt. “tightest pussy, hm?”

“let’s see how tight that fuckin’ ass is then.”

your eyes widened, “but daddy, i can’t—“ his other hand came at your throat for the second time, rougher than it was before. squeezing the sides of your neck, he had you looking back up at him with glossy eyes.

“you can, and you will.” he growled. “remember who fucking owns this body, little one.”

gulping, you nodded your head once again, convincing him to drop his hand from your neck. “s-sorry, daddy.”

his fingers circled over your second - most forbidden hole yet, using your previous orgasm as lube, and spreading it around.

with a quivering lip, you moved your gaze back onto bucky, looking at him with scared eyes. he grinned softly back at you, placing his hand on your cheek, starting to caress it.

he was trying to comfort you. “shh… you’re going to love it, peach. i promise.” you understood, blinking your eyes. “you promise, buck?” whispering; voice coming out a little exhausted

“i promise, my peach.” his thumb smoothed over the top of your cheek sweetly.

it was now sam’s turn to pull down his zipper.his dress pants fell down to his ankles as he loosened the belt that held it together, pulling the end of the leather out from the metal loop. he folded his belt, holding onto it with one hand.

"peach, peach, peach, huh?" sam mocked again out of jealousy, shaking his head. "keep that shit to yourself, barnes. you're nothing compared to me."

his finger sunk into your tightest hole, stretching you out in the slowest way possible. the feeling was foreign to you, you had never experienced anything like this. getting fucked in the ass was always a dream of yours, but you were never brave enough to ask, let alone, try it at all.

he wiggled the tip of his finger, moving it in and out. "daddy," you gasped, raising your head up high to try to see the way his digit disappeared into your ass. "i-it feels so good..."

sam raised an eyebrow "who's making you feel this good, baby?"

"you, daddy." you breathlessly confessed.

bucky clenched his jaw, kissing his teeth. "don't you get it, barnes? i'm the one she runs back to every night." anger rose in both the men; the pace of sam's fingering starting to quicken up, bucky tightening his fist.

"you know the way to her heart, but you'll never know the way to her limit like i do."

"you got her to break my rules, but you'll never get her to obey you like she does with me. i started with her," your cries getting louder, the pain of the stretch turning into pure pleasure "and i will fuckin' end with her."

"shut the fuck up, sam." bucky snarled back, slipping his hand down to your pussy. the pad of his finger came in contact with the sensitive nub of your clit, brushing over it gently.

your body shook, legs trembling; struggling to stay up any longer. "i can't- too much!"

"or what?" sam challenged bucky, scoffing "she's my little girl."

bucky pinched your clit, "your little girl? you can barely keep your "little girl" under control around me" causing you to squeal "she can't help but always spread her damn legs, wilson."

another orgasm was building up inside you, your stomach bubbling. the pleasure was so hard to try to ignore. bucky playing with your clit, sam fucking you in your ass; it felt too good, you couldn't hold it any longer.

"daddy- bucky!" you called out, trying to shut your legs together, only for them to each push a thigh down with their free hands, pinning your knees beside your head.

"when did i say you can fuckin' talk, little one?" sam shot at you "the adults are talking, peach." bucky quickly backed him up.

"b-but--"

"no but's. stay quiet." sam ordered, bucky smacking your cunt lightly causing your body to jolt.

the more he threw you around, the more they used you, the more you felt. the pain, the pleasure, the thrill, the bliss. you felt it all, it had your insides churning.

you were just a silly little puppet. their toy. they were fighting over you. your body. like you were the last one on the shelf.

letting out a loud wail, another orgasm crashed on you; the most powerful one yet. you were shaking violently, your thighs vibrating. you swore you felt your soul getting ripped right out of you.

"no more, no more!" sam and bucky's attention got back on you, the sight in front of them causing their pants to grow tighter, their cocks stirring in desperation.

you were cumming hard. squirting. you had tears streaming down your cheeks, fluid squirting from your pussy. you were a sight for sore eyes.

"daddy!" you whined once more, arching your back off the floor. "good, too good!"

bucky licked his lips, swatting your clit faster. he knew what he was doing to you. you knew what he was doing to you. he wanted more.

sam's eyes darkened, a smile spreading on his lips in amazement.

"c'mon, peach, i know you got a little more in you."

your eyes stung, "no, no!" only making him go faster. "one more for us, baby." sam spoke.

"i know you can do it, my sweet girl."

a broken sob fell from your lips, the last one of the night(or so you thought). you were cumming hard again, the immense amount of pleasure not being able to stop your body, only encouraging it to go harder.

you were out of breath, numb. you couldn't feel your throat anymore; your screams ruining your vocal cords. your thighs wouldn't stop shaking, it was like the pleasure wouldn't stop. it was like torture in the most pleasing way.

"there ya go, peach. so good for me." bucky praised.

you were all over their clothes, your fluids coating the entirety of bucky and sam's hand. "p-please no more." you hiccuped.

the two men sent each other a side-eye, the evil spark in their eyes causing them both to smirk down at you.

"who said we were done with you?"

"i-i just-" you started, interrupted by sam. "i make the rules here, sweetheart. don't get it twisted."

"my body, my pussy," he leaned down, coming face to face with you.

"my puppet to use."

[mangoharvest]

Worn down (slight Yandere! Azul x GNReader)

idk what to call this. A drabble maybe? Just something I thought of today. Sorry it’s a little unorganized. 

cw Azul is yandere but tame

word count: 721

not proofread

“Azul, come here.”

“In a moment, my love.” 

“Azul.” The sound of scribbling paused. Azul gulped, knowing he was testing your patience. He looked up warily.

You stared back from one of the lounge’s couches, a disapproving pout adorning your face. Your chilly gaze sent a shiver down the man’s spine. Shit.

“Azul,” you started, “I won't repeat myself.”

Azul was immediately on his feet, not even bothering to push in his chair before making his way to you. He collapsed to his knees, lip trembling as he attempted to give you a suave smile.

“I’m sorry, Angelfish,” He murmured, gently resting his head on your lap, “I’ve just been so busy lately.”

Your expression changes to that of a fond smile. Of course, you knew that. Azul was nothing if not obsessive. He tended to cling to your side and bask in your attention. Even now, as you brought one hand to gently brush through his hair, you could see his tension visibly melt away. 

Though you rarely needed to be stern with a man who constantly threw himself at your feet, you also knew that the only thing that could compete with his love for you was his intense work ethic. 

You brought your other hand to his face, gently caressing under his eye. “You haven’t been sleeping…” Of course he hadn’t, though the bags under his eyes weren’t your biggest indicator. You had been able to see some of your non Octavinelle friends not once, but multiple times in the past week without so much as a whine from your dear boyfriend. While it was nice, it also served as an indicator that sooner or later, he would probably snap.

“...Sorry…” He mutters, eyes fluttering shut as he nestles into your touch. Your hand moves to gently lift his chin, making him meet your eyes again.

“Azul,” You lean in, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.” 

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another. Azul studied your face, looking for a sign. Waiting for the terms and conditions of your affection. Instead, he could only find gentle adoration. Your expression was kind, and your touch soft. You radiated an unmatched warmth that always made him feel so unsure of himself. The gentle curve of your lips, and the light smile lines that decorated your face were for him and him only. Knowing that, he couldn’t help but begin to feel heat rise to his cheeks, coming to encompass the entirety of his face. 

On your end, you could only smile more. Azul would never believe you, but you found him to be utterly adorable. As he clung to you helplessly, you drank in his expression. It was unguarded, full of innocence and surprise. The light trembling of his pouty lips. The patchy, rosy blush that adorned him. His ‘plain gray eyes’, which you found to resemble the sea on a stormy day, with a shine brighter than any star.

You truly did love this man. 

Snapping out of his thoughts, Azul turned away. “...You’re too kind…” He says. You're sure it’s meant to be a complaint, but you know he appreciates your words at heart. And- whether it’s because of stress or his overwhelmed emotional state- he begins to sniffle. He initially resists when you try to make him face you again.

“Azul, I love you so much.”

At this, he does turn. Big tears swim in his eyes, and he seemed to have been biting back a sob. After a moment, he relents. He allows his tears to roll and emotions to consume him. He wraps his arms around your lap, holding you tighter and tighter in his embrace. You wordlessly allow the sobs to wrack his body, and gently rub circles in his back. He babbles thoughtlessly. Most of it is incomprehensible gibberish, save for the few times you catch him whining out desperate ‘I love you’s. 

In a few hours, he would regain some of his composure. He would apologize, then thank you for your discretion before treating you dinner. You wouldn’t mind this unnaturally cool facade. In all honesty, you would find it quite amusing to poke fun at. 

 Because you knew the next time he needed someone to come to, he would undoubtably seek you out.