parting touch ,, din djarin
in which you've never put two and two together when it comes to the mandalorian's seemingly normal parting tradition, despite your extensive knowledge being the thing that brought you to him
din djarin x gn! reader
word count; 2k
warnings; mutual pining?? reader being dumb?? fluffy and gross
this is unedited and i literally am like four episodes into the mandalorian so please forgive any dumb mistakes LMAOO anyways in the words of bella swan i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
You were practically a database of information. A never ending stream of knowledge. And was it useful? Barely. It was hard to go through life with people thinking you were smart. To put it shortly, you really weren't. You were just like any other person. Any other person who also happened to be able to remember any ounce of information you were taught.
That's how you ended up in your job, your boss sitting almost completely motionless next to you as he piloted the Razor Crest through space. It was cold, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you tucked your knees to your chest.
"We're headed to Aaleen" He said, modulated voice crackling slightly. You wondered if the device needed fixing. "Cool." You replied casually. Only when he looked at you with a tilted head did you realize he was trying to ask you for information. "Oh!" You said, "Sorry. Subterranean, it's in the Mid Rim. Natives are short reptile-like species called Aleena, and the Kindalo, who are basically sentient trees. They're actually quite interesting, they live underground and are able to cause earthquakes-"
"Can both speak standard?"
"Kindalo yes, Aleena no."
He said nothing in response, simply released a hum that ended up sounding more like a whirr with his helmet. After a moment of waiting for any more questions, you stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed, don't leave before I wake up. I have a couple books I want you to try and find" You told him. You doubted he would have left without saying goodbye to you either way. After a while of working with him you picked up on the fact he never did. Another whirr. You smiled as you left.
When you woke up you recognised the warmth of being on an actual planet. You much preferred it to the chill of space, but now your blankets were far too hot. You cursed in your native language without thinking. Standard was not able to express your annoyance at the sweat that stained your skin. You peeled it off of you and changed quickly, eager to go tell Mando what books you wanted.
When the door hissed open, you weren't surprised to find him standing there already. "Morning" You hummed happily. He didn't say anything. He rarely did, really. You had learnt to read him from the way he moved. And the way he stood, shoulders back and chin tilted towards you showed you he had come to say goodbye. He wouldn't need much of your help on this planet.
"What books do you want?" He asked. You blushed slightly, the request sitting on the tip of your tongue. "If you can find it, a book on the Mandalorians"
This time his body showed you he was surprised. "What?"
You didn't respond. It didn't take a genius to know he wasn't actually asking you to repeat yourself. "Why do you want that? Can't you just ask me?"
"No offense, Mando, but you're far from clear. I need something that isn't cryptic" You teased. He sighed.
"Fine"
Then, as usual, he stepped towards you. The two of you had a sort of parting tradition. Nothing more than a few simple touches, but you took what you could get. Gently, which was surprising to you the first few times, one of his hands snaked its way behind your neck. It rested right on your nape and his fingers dug lightly into your roots. You had to stand on your tip toes and angle your head upwards to reach him. Your eyes shut in content as he dipped low enough to place the forehead of his helmet against your own. The metal was cold and helped quell the warmth you had woken up in. One of your hands held his arm to keep yourself steady and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This was his signal to pull away and you sighed as your heels set back down on the ground. "Be safe, okay? You never know with these bounties"
He nodded and headed out.
When he returned he held two simple leather bound books in his hand. "I found a trader" He said as he set them down in front of you. You couldn't help the grin that stretched across your face. "Oh, Mando! Thank you!" You exclaimed, shocked not only that he could find these but that he had actually gone out of his way to get them. You grinned up at him and enjoyed the way he looked down at you from his standing position. He seemed so.. relaxed, now that he was back on the ship and his job was done. He would probably float around for the next couple hours, fixing things that didn't really need to be fixed just to keep himself busy as the ship dragged on towards the next planet.
When the two of you did finally arrive, you had been so busy reading up on the planetary system of Endor that you hadn't had time to read your new books. This time he was looking for a man who hadn't paid the right person at the right time. These were the jobs that made you antsy. They weren't exactly risky, usually just scumbags who were good at avoiding people. But when they went south they went south. "Last job, yeah? Then back to Nevarro?"
"Yeah."
As usual Mando moved his forehead to rest against yours. This time his gloved hand sat against your cheek. You held his wrist and sighed. The moment lasted a couple seconds longer than normal. The thought you wouldn't see him for a while when you got back was prominent in the back of your head. He always disappeared for at least a few days. You never questioned him. But you always noticed. You preferred these trips where he compiled a list of bounties he had to get through before returning. But you were also growing tired of the ship and needed to properly stretch your legs on a familiar planet.
He moved away first, this time without any signal from you. Your hand lingered on his wrist before you finally let go. "Stay in the ship, okay?" You rolled your eyes. "I'm the one that's supposed to be fussing over you, remember? Big bounty hunter?" You said playfully. He just shook his head. You watched his back as he walked away.
When he finally disappeared, you traced your cheek with your fingertips. Every minute you spent with Mando had you growing more fond of him. You wondered if he felt the same endearing warmth that you did. You doubted it. It wasn't the way. But you didn't mind much. There was no harm in caring for someone who didn't know how to do the same.
And so you grabbed your books and curled up in Mando's pilot's seat. It smelt slightly of him, all musk and metal. You drank up the information in the books greedily, finding each page fascinating and sitting with a pen in your mouth so you could circle or underline the parts you found most interesting. You had about a million questions for Mando.
Then you flipped the page and a sketch of two mandalorians with their foreheads resting against each other accompanied the title 'Keldabe Kiss'. Your stomach filled with an indescribable feeling as you read on.
"Kov'nyn was the Mandalorian term for a headbutt, performed while wearing a helmet. The term came from the Mandalorian language of Mando'a, where it was derived from the words kovid and nynir, meaning "head" and "strike", respectively. A kov'nyn was a Mandalorian unarmed combat technique, utilizing the protection their armor afforded them in an offensive manner." It said, "Over time, a gentle headbutt consisting of a tapping of helmets together at the forehead, came to be a stand-in gesture for a kiss among Mandalorians adorned in full armor. The practice led to the development of the slang term 'keldabe kiss,' derived from the name of Mandalore's capital city."
You let your grip lull, the book tipping dangerously close to falling out of your hand. For the longest time you had thought that you and Mando's parting touches were simply between employer and employee to him. Something to show he valued your help. Never in your life did you think it could carry the same emotional weight for him as it did for you. And you refused to think about it now. Instead, you skipped the rest of the chapter on it and continued on. You had no time to quell on these things, especially when it would be hours before Mando would return. Especially when you were convinced it couldn't be true.
You didn't utter a word until he was flying the ship back to Navarro and you were sure you were going to fall asleep right then and there. Then, in the silence, you asked, "Do you believe in Kad Ha'rangir?"
You seemed to startle him with the question. His body stiffened and he thought for a moment. "I don't.. I.. I have my own things to believe in." He finally answered. You didn't bother to scold him for the fact that he hadn't really said anything.
"What do you believe in, then? The boogyman?"
"My boogyman was Jigger Wraith" He said. "Are we done with the questions?"
You recognised the name. He was a bounty hunter that caused the death of a large handful of Mandalorians. Knowing that was someone, something Mando was afraid of made him seem... human. Like if he took of that helmet he wouldn't just be headless like you had imagined. There was something living underneath that suit of armor. You opened your mouth, then shut it. You were done with the questions, per his request.
You zoned out, playing with the frays of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You only snapped back into the present when you heard the creak of him getting up. "I'm going to go to bed. Good night"
"Wait" You said before he could disappear down the hall. "I have.. I have one more question"
He heaved a sigh of slight annoyance. You almost backed down. He was tired, he had just come back from a fight, he probably wanted nothing more than a warm shower and his bed. But your curiosity got the best of you.
"What's a Keldabe kiss?" You asked. You knew the answer. You wanted to see if he did. He froze, seeming to shut down for a moment. You had seen him motionless before, but this was something different. Almost full of panic.
"What?" He breathed out. Your lips parted,
"You know" You realized. You were surprised, somehow, even though all the signs had pointed towards there being something deeper. The lingering touches, the caring words, the fussing, the worrying, the silent yet intimate nights.
"You know" He responded. You nodded, standing up from your chair. "Are you- Do you- Do you want to kiss me?" You questioned softly, drawing closer to him. He still didn't move, not even an inch. "Mando," You said, reaching to pick up his hand. "This is a question I need you to actually answer"
"Maker," He finally said, "I don't know."
"I don't know" He repeated
"That's okay" You told him, holding his hand with both of yours now. You reached up, fingers dancing lightly on the cool metal of his helmet as you gently guided his forehead down. You arched up to meet it, forehead just about grazing his helmet. "I like you Mando, that much I know" You told him.
He dipped forward, pressing his helmet firmly against your forehead. No awkward space or tension or confusion. Just relief. "Din" He said. "My name is Din"
And you two stood there for a while, foreheads touching. Din didn't know if he wanted to kiss you. If he wanted to rip off the helmet right here and now and kiss you until your lips grew sore. To hold you and feel you and have you.
But he did know he liked this. And he liked you. And for now that was enough.
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Taehyung
Smut with Taehyung in Paris what could be better? 19+
Happy Birthday Taehyung! You are my sun my moon and all of my stars.
Part of the The Juis Suis Fou de Toi Universe.
Artist Tae AU. 4213 words.
While convincing his girlfriend he should paint her, things get a little sexually abstract.
Contains sex (M/F), Oral (M) Mutual Masturbation (M/F), Swearing, Slight Dom Tae, OC is insecure. Do not be fooled before the read more, there is no cheating in this fic.
"We're almost home, please don't make me carry you."
Yeontan looked up with big eyes as he defiantly sat in the middle of the sidewalk. Crouching down to his level in defeat you tore a piece of your pastry off and began bargaining.
"It's strawberry your favorite, you can have some if you just stand up."
He let out a little bark seemingly in agreeance with the bribe and stood, tail wagging frantically.
"Tannie," Taehyung scooped the excited dog into his arms while placing a kiss on your cheek.
"Camille, this is my girlfriend Y/N and this," Yeontan wiggled in his arms while licking his face, "is Tannie."
"Oh, Hi."
Shocked you took in the tall gorgeous blonde who accompanied you boyfriend. Why Taehyung was walking around the streets of Paris with her you were unsure, and honestly not very happy.
"It's really nice to meet you Camille."
Suddenly feeling self conscious you pulled your coat tighter around yourself.
Taehyung, noticing the sudden shift in your mood wrapped his arms around your waist.
"Camille is helping me with the gallery opening. We were going to grab some dinner before we started. Do you want to join us?"
Your mind raced, what do you do? He hadn't invited you in the first place so obviously you'd be intruding.
If you stayed he'd be looking at you side by side, comparing Pomme to Pomme De Terre. But, if you left they'd be alone, getting to know one another or worse. Maybe they already knew each other better than they should.
In either scenario your insecurities would be winning.
"Tannie's getting pretty tired and I was going to stop at the Butcher to grab us dinner." Your eyes fell on his searching for guilt and found nothing but adoration. "But I guess you've already got plans so I'll just catch up with you later."
He passed the dog back to you, a new look of concern on his face.
"Okay, I guess I'll just see you at home later," he kissed your cheek.
"Bye Tannie, bye Y/N."
The woman smiled and looped her arm through Taehyung's as they walked towards the cafe.
"That doesn’t mean anything right Tan? It’s just a French thing I’m sure.” You must be going crazy standing in the street talking to your dog. “So, how do you feel about stopping for some wine?"
You frowned at your four legged companion and for once he seemed sympathetic offering a head tilt and a whimper.
"Don't worry, you can have his Steak."
Walking home in a daze you searched your memory, had he told you about this? Taehyung liked to work alone, surely you'd remember him mentioning he'd hired an assistant.
Your feet had suddenly become as tired as your mind. The blue mansard roof of your apartment peeked through the greenery of the blowing trees urging you forward, calling you home.
Rounding the last corner, the Pont Des Arts had been covered in gaudy yellow caution tape. In the hour and a half you'd been out, workers had begun pulling off rail sections of the love locked bridge.
You felt dizzy, was this a sign? The lock that you'd placed on it signifying your commitment was being taken away. Helpless you stood watching thousands of couples promise's to one another being disassembled.
Pulling your phone from your satin lined pocket your first instinct was to text Taehyung.
Y/N: I can't believe it, they're dismantling the bridge and taking away our lock 💔 I'm so sad Taehyung, It really meant so much to me.
Tears rolled down your cheek as you reevaluated the message. Instead of hitting send you deleted and replaced your words
Y/N: The bridge is under construction, maybe take a different way home later.
You hadn't heard him come home and had no idea how late he'd been out. With sadness and worry getting the best of your brain, sleep seemed like the only way to curb your anxiety. It had been quite an effective method until you found yourself wide awake tiptoeing through your house in the wee hours of the morning.
The worn floorboards creaked underneath your slow step, the vintage wood was cold to the touch of your bare feet. The old apartment was drafty on the best of days but 4 am carried its own specific type of chill.
A shiver ran up your spine, perhaps one of Le Marais famous revolutionary ghosts had joined in on the quest to find your boyfriend. Or maybe it was just the ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach that the universe was trying to tell you something.
A faint light glowed yellow under the warped door at the end of the hallway and the sounds of Thelonious Monk's piano drifted through the air the closer you got.
The painted metal door handle gave way opening to a wall of heat from the radiators lining the enormous windows.
"Go figure I'd find you in the warmest room in the house."
He was shirtless and seemingly debating the fate of the canvas before him. With his paintbrush clenched between his teeth he turned, a huge smile warming you instantly.
"Why aren't you in bed?" He set the brush down and walked over to wrap you in his embrace.
"I don't like sleeping without you, you're the only thing that keeps me warm in that freezer of a bedroom."
You stood on your tiptoes to place a peck on his lips.
"What are you working on? Is it for the gallery?"
He sighed heavily, "Just another Lavender Field I guess. I'm so uninspired. Why won't you just let me paint you, hmm?"
His fingers splayed over the lace covered small of your back pulling you in tighter. "What are you so afraid of."
"Tae," you buried your face into the crook of his neck. "Isn't the point of art painting things that people want to look at? You should be painting women like Camille not me."
Pressed to his chest you swear you heard his breath halt. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully before he spoke softly.
"Camille is pretty but there is absolutely nothing unique or inspiring about her."
He kissed the top of your head before tugging on your chin to make you look at him.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, but you are a terribly uncooperative muse."
"I don't want to be Tae, I'm just afraid"
"What is there to be afraid of? It's just you and me, If you don’t like it I'm the only one who will see it."
"That's it though, what if…" a tear slipped from your eye, "What if you don't like what you see, what if painting me makes you see all my flaws. I can't stand looking in the mirror for 5 minutes and you want to immortalize my every imperfection on a canvas."
His face was soft and serious, the lights from the city streaming through the large windows across his honey skin.
"Sweetheart, how do I make you believe me? I never want you to be uncomfortable but I think if I can show you how you look through my eyes you'll understand what my heart sees every time I look at you.”
Stepping back from him you nodded. Sliding the thin straps off your shoulders you stepped out of the white lace puddle that now lay at your feet.
"Okay."
His face lit up like he'd received divine inspiration.
"I have an idea."
He scurried for a palate, squeezing colors on it like a man possessed. Rummaging for the right brushes he returned presenting them to you like a cat who'd dragged home a mouse.
"Trust me?"
You nodded, "I do."
Loading his brush with paint you stood waiting for him to lay the first stroke to the oversize canvas leaning on the wall beside you.
Raising the tool to his mouth he exhaled a warm breath over it as if trying to take the chill off.
"I've never seen this technique before"
"It's because I've only just invented it."
He ran the paintbrush down your torso sending a shiver from head to toe.
You gasped, "You're not just painting me... you're literally painting Me?"
The biggest smile overtook his face, "You said you trusted me."
Trying to remain still and not ask questions you watched him work. Diligently mixing colors and trading brushes his design slowly revealed itself.
"Are you painting me as starry night?"
He stepped back to admire his work. "Like the stars, you guide and inspire me. I think it captures your spirit."
He shifted the canvas so it was flat to the wall.
"Come over here." He reached for your hand, "Are you ready? I want you to press yourself against it."
"Here?"
Sliding in close behind you he raised your arms into position, holding them up.
"Like this, right here."
His breath felt hot on your skin and your nipples hardened with his words. Gently he used his body weight to press you onto the canvas.
"Now step back to me slowly."
Pulling back, the paint had transferred to the canvas. It was stamped with starry breasts, stomach and thighs, it was you and it was beautiful. He dragged his lips down your shoulder as you stood looking at it.
"Now let's do the right side."
You repeated the process but this time you could feel him growing hard against you. His hands trailed down your sides and his lips moved warm against your ear.
"You've never been sexier."
His rumbles of admiration set your insides on fire.
"Taehyung I want you."
All the gentle brush strokes and touching had left you aroused aching for him to fill you.
"Do you need me to take care of you baby?"
He slid his cloth covered cock over your bare ass, grinding, teasing, slowly torturing your needy cunt.
"Fuck you until you're screaming my name?"
Sliding two long fingers deep inside you he held them there motionless.
Leaning over you, dominating, he growled into your ear.
"Show me how you like it, fuck my fingers like you want to fuck my cock."
You clenched immediately around his digits and he laughed, "that's my dirty girl, now use me to make yourself feel good."
Throbbing wet and desperate you used his hand to pleasure yourself. Harder and deeper it felt good but it wasn't him.
"Tae, It's not enough I need your cock."
He snickered again, "why is that, maybe you should tell me."
He reached his free hand around to pinch your nipple.
The truth was, nothing could satisfy you once you'd had him inside you. He was huge and perfect and he knew how insatiable you were for him.
"I need you to stretch me, wanna feel you against my cervix fucking me so hard."
You sounded whiny and it flipped the switch inside him from teasing to wanting instant gratification.
Pulling his hand away from your breast he undid his pants and kicked them away. His erection fell against your ass as he pressed you back to the center of the canvas.
"Right here, arms up for me."
You did as you were told as he took a stance behind you lining himself with your entrance. He could be the most generous gentle lover when needed but right now you both wanted something animalistic and dirty.
Thrusting hard and deep your whole body slid in an upward motion streaking the paint vertically onto the canvas.
"Fuck."
It was pleasure, it was pain and it was satisfying to your core.
"Is that enough for you?" His large hand feel heavy against your ass.
"Harder."
"Such a greedy little girl you are."
Another thrust and you were seeing stars. Splayed across the canvas your cheek dragged through the midnight blue acrylic.
Trying to desperately catch your breath your mouth hung open panting the words fuck me and faster while he pumped furiously into you.
His fingertips traveled from their grip on your hip to the protruding bud engorged with arousal that lay starved for attention between your thighs. He pressed and rolled your clit softly in contradiction to the rough pounding your pussy was taking.
"Tae."
His name moaned out of your mouth and it was the only signal he needed to know he'd done his job. He slowed his hips and pulled you down impaling you onto his cock until your walls convulsed around him. He held you there, still for a minute until your senses had come back and you were able to stand on your own.
His mouth hung open in a grin while his erection still stood hungry for more.
Pulling the canvas from the wall he laid it on the ground.
"I think this painting needs some pretty little knee marks on it."
"Show me where." It was your turn to tease.
He pointed where he wanted you to kneel and shoved his finger into your mouth.
"Right there, and right here," he stroked your tongue with his thumb.
He pulled his finger away and rubbed his tip around your lips.
Opening up wide for him he gently began fucking your mouth. Head was always a challenge given his size so it was never rushed.
Gingerly you wrapped your hands around him stroking the length that didn't fit in your mouth. His head was thrown back, eyes closed as puffs of air heaved from his chest in pleasure.
He was getting close, his now careless thrusts began making you choke around him.
"Fuck, sorry," he pulled back.
You kitten licked and sucked at his tip while he wrapped his hand tightly around himself and began rubbing.
You looked up at him from the position on your knees. His beautiful body was covered in paint splatters everywhere it had connected with yours
"Fuck Tae, I love watching you touch yourself."
"Yeah?" he took a long stroke thumbing the tip.
"Yeah," you could feel yourself getting worked up again.
"Lay back. "He stood over you, "Can you see how beautiful I think you are now?" His hands wandered between his legs and he rubbed his balls with one while he resumed stroking with the other. "How sexy I think you are?"
His words washed over you, arousal peaking you nipples.
"When I can't find inspiration I imagine you just like this and I masturbate thinking about your perfect tits."
Your pussy was pulsing at the thought of him in here clearing his head by milking himself.
"Can you touch yourself for me? Give my imagination something to use next time I'm stuck in here?"
You nodded, breath heavy in anticipation of cumming again for him.
"Stick your fingers in your pussy for me."
You did, moaning instantly. You were sensitive, every nerve was lit like a fuse ready to explode. Pumping your fingers in time with his strokes you were both unravelling quickly.
His exasperated breathing got louder signaling his immanent release. Picking up speed he came in warm droplets that landed on you and over the canvas on which you lay.
So turned on watching him you finished your own orgasm mere seconds after he did.
Opening his eyes looking down at you shocked he smiled, "Did we just do that?" He held out his hand to help you up.
"Yeah, I think we did." you blushed.
Grabbing a clean drop cloth from the shelf he draped it around you as you both stood looking over the painting.
"It's really not bad, I can still make out the important parts. The way the stars smeared looks intentional like their shooting through the sky."
Laughing you shook your head, "It's definitely an abstract."
"As are you," he turned you to the mirror. Painted cheeks, wild hair, dried yellow stars flaking off the skin of your stomach.
"Let's go out!” He abruptly declared. “I want to see you all messy and fucked out with the Eiffel Tower as a backdrop."
"You're crazy Taehyung, What will people think?"
"They'll think they're in Paris and that an artist and his muse just made wild passionate love in the wee hours of the morning because they couldn't stand to keep their hands off of one another."
He grabbed his coat from the corner and tied the belt tightly around your waist.
Placing his hands on your cheeks and cradling your face his lips pressed and lingered against yours.
"They'll think, that must be what true love looks like and they’ll all be jealous."
Taking leisurely steps across the bridge the quiet of dawn was only broken by the water lapping beneath you. The absence of the locks amplified the little wakes and you tried to mentally record them as one of the many new memories you'd made tonight.
Coffee in one hand and Taehyung's in the other. He pulled pieces of chocolatine from the bag tucked under his arm and fed them to you as you walked.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get over the fact you don't like coffee." You took a big sip.
"It's strategic. If I had to hold a coffee and the pastry bag I wouldn't be able to hold your hand."
He stopped abruptly lightly jarring your arm.
"Hey, Did you know that right here, this is the exact spot we first met."
His dark eyes reflected the lamplight just like they did as he looked at you that night.
"You were leaning over the rail," he pointed, "right here, waving to the passengers in the boats."
"Ughh, I was such a tourist." You laughed in retrospect.
He took the coffee from your hand and set it on the base of the lamppost.
"Go pose for me, I want to take your picture so I can paint you from the night we met, I'll even add the locks back in."
"It won't be the same." You sighed, "I'm covered in paint, my hair's a mess and all I have on is your trench coat."
"You're crazy if you think I don't remember everything about the way you looked. How that loose strand of hair fell," he tucked your hair behind your ear, "and still falls over your eye. You had on that green sweater, I remember It was so soft against my fingertips when I reached out to hold your hand.”
He kissed you and whispered, "Let me have that moment again."
"You're such a hopeless romantic my love." You smiled fondly and obliged. Leaning over and looking down you re-enacted the opening scene of your meeting.
After a few minutes of waving to an imaginary boat you turned giggling. "Did you get what you wanted?"
He was kneeling on the ground a few feet away looking pensive.
"Almost."
"Do you want me to do it again?"
His smile grew as his hand reached into his pocket and he held up what appeared to be a padlock.
"No," He paused. "I want you and I to be locked together forever."
Turning back towards the rails you inspected them closely. "I don't think we can Tae, they pretty much made them lock proof." By the time you'd spun back to face him he was standing beside you.
His large hand was wrapped around the lock with only little glimmers of metal peeking out.
"But this is a magic lock. I'm going to give you the key and you're going to have to make a decision, just like when we first met." He pressed the lock's pronged companion piece into your palm while simultaneously unfurling his fingers.
"Marry me?"
Shocked floored, not even an ounce of intuition had told you this was coming. Hooked onto the shackle an enormous pear shaped diamond awaited your answer.
"Tae," your hand shook and tears blurred your vision as you moved to free the ring from it's restraint.
"Of course, Yes." Turning the key Taehyung pulled the lock apart and slid the diamond onto your finger.
Under the lamp, on the bridge in the middle of Paris it was like lightning had struck twice. You stood kissing the man who'd once again changed your life.
"But what are we going to do with the Lock?" The bridge was stark under the first rays of sunrise and heartbreakingly void of the promises it once guarded.
"So superstitious." He put the lock back in his pocket. "You're just going to have to hold on to that key until the time is right."
Fresh paint overwhelmed your senses. Guiding you with his large hands he steered you forward for what felt like forever.
"Is the blindfold necessary?"
"In order to surprise you, yes, yes it is."
He'd been working hard on his new exhibition and it had been kept tightly under wraps. One advantage of sleeping with the artist was the private advanced viewing from the curator himself.
"Are you ready?" he stilled you adjusting your angles. "Hold out your hand."
"Oh, it's an interactive piece?" you chided him. "I agree to do one painting and suddenly we're Marina and Ulay."
Placing something that felt like cool metal into your palm he slipped the blindfold off.
Before your eyes stood a huge section of railing, thousands of padlocks adorning it. Behind the rail, a life size painting, a girl in a green sweater. Leaning forward she waved, looking happy, as her hair blew softly. Her eyes naïve, not knowing she was about to fall in love.
The words on the wall named the piece, "Locked"
"Tae," a tear fell in awe at his recreation. "You made me look beautiful."
"No mon petite, you make you look beautiful. Do you have your key?"
Lifting the chain from around your neck you held it up for him.
"Let's find our lock. It was closer to the top if I recall correctly."
"There's no way? This isn't a recreation? This is the real bridge?"
He laughed, "I know what it meant to you. They were selling pieces for charity. That's what I was really doing with Camille that day. She's a broker for the auction house."
The memory of your insecurities came back in a flash and your cheeks blushed pink at how foolish the notion of him straying seemed now.
"Here it is!" He crouched down holding it in his hand, your inked initials a little worn but still visible.
Slipping your key into the new lock you popped it open and knelt down beside him. Hooking it through the original it stood out higher than the rest and you both smiled.
"You're stuck with me now, triple locked." He fiddled with your ring suddenly shy.
"I don't need metaphors to know we'll be together forever Taehyung." You kissed his soft lips. "but I really like them."
The gallery had been taken over by a hum of excitement, the air hanging heavy, was full of compliments and bids. Everyone was clamoring for the chance to own a Kim Taehyung original.
You hadn't seen the man of the hour in a while. You'd been kept dutifully in one spot regaling everyone with the romantic story behind the girl waving on the bridge.
Finally breaking away you grabbed a glass of champagne from the nearest waiters tray and made your way to the back of the gallery. He stood by a painting you'd yet to see with an eclectic looking woman in large red framed glasses. Her bangle bracelets chimed together as she theatrically asked him questions about his work.
Noticing you moving towards him, his face pleaded silently with you to come to his social rescue.
"Ah, the girl in the Green Sweater!" She pulled you into her side grabbing and holding your hand. "Are you also The Reluctant Muse?" she pointed to the secretly cum splatterd piece.
Taehyung held back his smile, biting his lip.
"Yes, I guess I am."
"The abstract way he displayed your body, it's very sexy. You know I used to be someone's muse." She patted the back of your hand. "From the size of this ring I'm guessing you're not nearly as reluctant anymore."
Knocking back your champagne you reached for another, "I'm currently working on lowering my inhibitions."
Focusing back on Taehyung she continued, "I simply have to have this painting, it reminds me so much of my younger days."
He shook his head to reinforce what he was about to say. "Unfortunately this one has already been curated to a private collection." He winked nodding discreetly in your direction.
"Don't be silly, I'll give you $20,000."
You choked on your drink surprised while he reiterated his statement.
"I'm sorry, It's just a very special painting to me."
You had to interject, "Let's not make any hasty decisions."
Taehyung raised a scolding eyebrow, "The piece is simply priceless, I've put too much of myself in it to sell."
You smirked at his secret admission. "What if," feeling emboldened with confidence you put forth the suggestion, "we make it a series?"
Taehyung's eyes lit up as you explained.
"It'll be one of a kind, just for you madam."
Her bangles declared her excitement as she clapped. "Yes, I love that! But I have two conditions."
Leaning forward you both eagerly waited.
“I want extra splatters, I really like the way they look. And I'm going to need it finished in time for my party next week.”
Taehyung shook the woman's hand and grinned proudly at you.
"No problem, we'll start working on it tonight."
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I Think We're Alone Now (Klaus Hargreeves x fem! reader smut)
Request: "Hey, so I know you probably have a lot of requests to write, but I was wondering if you could write a Klaus x reader fic based off of the song "I think we're alone now" it's in the first episode where they're all dancing. I just think it'd be a cool/cute/smutty little thing to write. Also you're amazing and I've read your stories before I even had a Tumblr account (it was on safari usually) anyways thanks, and you're amazing!!" ~ @the-marvelatic
A/N: I know! I know these prompts have taken me a while. But I worked two full hour weeks at work which was intense, this podcast demands a lot, and currently I am starting a very big project that is a priority as well. Regardless, I am hoping to open my inbox back up by next week. Thank you for all your requests, keep em coming, I love you ✌💕
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fuckin...you know the drill
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Life had never been easy. Being a freak of nature was absolute hell your entire life. Your only comfort as a child was knowing that there were others like yourself. The television was a peak into the world where The Umbrella Academy, a group of "gifted" children used their gifts for good! As a girl, you fantasized being in a group like that.
But unfortunately, as years passed and adulthood took over, that childhood dream shattered.
Life had passed you by until, by some strange miracle, that dream found you. Your fellow freaks were in search of more like themselves. You were unknowingly close to them, having tried to make a life for yourself in New York.
You hardly recognized the team, of course, it had been years since you even thought of them. You were given an insane opportunity to meet others like yourself. Learning the other's stories, and sharing your abilities with them. It felt like a reunion, and yet none of you had ever met.
There was something about one of them in particular. A scrawny and rugged man, you often times saw him sneaking a glance at you. Klaus was the most interesting to you. Not only was his ability fascinating but, he just had a glow about him that attracted you.
You were smitten at first sight, is all I'll say. There were a couple times you had gotten a little flirtatious before Luther, or Diego, or another interupted the tense moment. You could have sworn it was on purpose.
It was about your third night there when tensions had grown too high. You sat yourself down on the couch beside him after a drink or two. You plopped down and smiled at him without a word.
"Oh, hello you." He smiled back, hugging his shoulder up to his neck and dropping them.
"I like your ink." You told him, dragging one of your fingers over the flesh of his shoulder.
"Thank you." He said, looking over at the particular piece you were refering to.
"Alright well, I'm beat. I'm gonna head to bed." Luther groaned as he stood up, and began walking towards the staircase.
"Sounds like a good idea." Allison yawned and followed. Now, Vanya had already gone to bed early, so had many others. After Luther and Allison exscused themselves, you were left relativley alone. It was just you, klaus, and oh yeah...five.
Five, having drank himself one too many margaritas and scotches, was now a very outgoing and energetic individual. He leaned against a bookshelf and sipped at the sad remains of a half-drunk margarita.
"Its a funny thing...sleep."
"What?" You asked him, slightly confused.
"Sleep. I only seem to need it when I want it most. And-sory...Don't want it most. But its at times when I do want it that I fail to drift off." Klaus's brow raised as he watched the man/child stumble forward and sit down on the seat across where Luther had been seated before.
"I know the feeling." You spoke to be polite.
"I believe it was Charle Dickins that wrote of the misfortunes of sleep. Or...was that Poe?" He continued, running names through his head before he brushed it aside and rambled on. You sighed, fustrated that Five would not get a clue and leave the two of you alone. As time passed, you looked over at Klaus and shared a mutual sigh.
"Well I think its my bedtime." You stood, looking down at Klaus with a shrug before walking past five and to your guest bedroom. "Goodnight."
"Mmh. Night." Five mumbled. You sulked back, down the hallway to your room.
"Wait a minute, Y/N?" You turned, finding the adorabke Klaus jogging down the hallway towards you. He stopped in front of you and stared for a moment in silence.
"Yes?" You asked, your heart heaving in your chest as you tool deeo breathes. He was close. You were alone, the hallway was completely empty and it sent a chill down your spine. Without a word, he reached his arms out and pulled you into a passionate kiss by your shoulders. Finally.
You felt a release of stress, and yet the tension was building. You craved more. You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him close as the kiss continued. He pressed you up against the wall, holding your hips in his hands and he panted between kisses. Your heart raced in your chest as your body demanded more.
You pulled against his clothing, desperate to see and feel him bare. You pulled off his jacket and dropped in in the hall. He pulled you by your hips and into your room, where you then pressed him against the door to close and lock it. All alone, all to yourself. You pulled his shirt off and over his head. He watched you with heavy eyelids and a lustfueled sparkle in his eyes. He let you hold you, kiss his neck and leave hickies as you pleased. He moaned in pleasure as he reached down and grabbed your ass. Oh yess.
"I want you." You panted as you looked up at him. He gave a huff and a smile.
"Really?" He laughed. You giggled for a moment before pulling him away from the door, making your way to the bed. He sat on the edge and watched you remove your pants before swinging your legs to either side of his thighs. He gazed up at you, sliding his hands up your hips and side as you pulled your shirt off and threw it to the side. "Even better than I imagined." He purred, placing his head on your chest, between your breasts. He made quick to remove your bra and drop it. From there he toyed, groped, sucked your chest. You moaned his name.
You felt his erection grow under your panties, practically throbbing uncomfortably. The butterflies went wild in your stomach as he took you and layed you down on the bed under him. From there, he threw off his pants and let his cock spring free. You would have to suck him off another time, he was too needy for you to let you take the tip. He stood at the side of the bed and pulled off your panties. He reached down and moaned happily.
"So wet." He cooed before adjusting himself to your entrance. You let out a loud moan as he filled you. A shiver embraced you before he started to move. Oh fuck it was so good, the way he fucked you. At first it was relatively missionary, he leaned down and kissed you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hips smacked against yours as you went dizzy. Then is sat up, holding onto you hips. He held your thighs in your hands and pulled them up. It made him hit you deeper. Oh fuck.
"Oh god, baby." You panted.
"Fuck yeah, thats it." He said, before he then took your legs and pressed them together. He sat them on his shoulder and held your thighs together as he fucked you. It made him hit your g-spot. And oh god. Oh god. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You gripped the sheet below as he relentlessly fucked into you.
"F-Fuck I'm gonna-" you hissed, turning your head to side as your cheeks went hot. You felt your orgasm come and your body release the tension. You came on his cock, and it made him go crazy.
"Oh god, yes baby, oh yes--f-fuc-ck." He grunted, practically clinging to your thighs as he continued. He finally pulled out and threw your thighs apart so he could cum all over your chest. His jaw dropped as he finished. He was spent, and panting in the aftermath.
"Christ." You huffed in the glow. Klaus struggled to find something to clean you off with. You watched as he wipped your chest and stomach off and tossed the evidence away. "We'll have to do that again sometime." You smiled.
"If we can find the time again." Klaus nodded. You chuckled.
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