#my first time drawing his full body yay

[ieatmypaper]

A bit anatomically incorrect Kalbu

[chantersboard]

560 words. Joel x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, unprotected piv, creampie, one warning not tagged for spoilers

A/N: so my New Year’s resolution was to stop All or Nothing-ing. not everything I write has to be completely polished and 5K long. there is so much I want to write but I’m a full time working mom of two I don’t have the time to always write fully fleshed out, edited stuff. so I’m giving up on doing it All. I’ll write the small stuff and be happy for it. so here’s my first small stuff yay

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Confession

Joel sits on the edge of the bed, his large hands resting on your hips as you stand between his legs.

Your confession still hangs heavy in the air like a cloud of fatal spores.

He looks up at you and you’re unsure how to interpret the subtle emotion on his face. Sadness? Fear? Joy? It’s impossible to tell and he hasn’t said anything yet.

Why hasn’t he said anything yet?

You shuffle on your feet. Nervous. Anxious. Scared. The tiny ball of nausea in the pit of your stomach grows larger with each second that passes in silence.

Joel closes his eyes and presses his forehead against you. Your hands move on their own, instinctually, and you run your fingers through his hair. He inhales deeply and shakes his head.

Shit. This is it, isn’t it?

It was bound to happen eventually. The cold weather forced you inside, forced you within these cramped walls and into his space. Then the snow fell, and continued to fall, extending your imprisonment. So you had no choice but to listen to Joel’s honeyed words. You had no choice but to look at his handsome face and watch his strong body. You had no choice but to desperately fall in love with him.

A hand lingering too long on the small of your back turned into frantic grabs of your behind. A gentle kiss on the cheek turned into love bites that left your nipples deliciously sore.

When he slotted into you he fit so perfectly, as if he was made for you, and you willingly spread your legs further. You let him kiss you until your lips were swollen. You let him get lost inside you until your pleasure crested and you were screaming his name. You let his hips rock against yours until his breathing was haggard, until he choked out those few words: where do you want it?

In your fucked out bliss you tightened your thighs around him and gave him permission. “Inside,” you moaned. And Joel didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate. He slammed into you until his cock twitched, coating your warm, fertile walls with his come.

For weeks the nights ended similarly, his release seeping out of you and soaking the bed sheets, until the snow outside began to melt and the days grew longer. For weeks you lived like this, your days carefree and your nights filled with love and euphoria.

Until one day you suddenly realized.

Joel moves his hand from your hip and slowly—so slowly—brings it to the spot just under your belly button.

“So last week,” his voice is low and you strain to hear him. “When you were sick…”

The nausea rolls in your stomach again and, afraid to open your mouth to talk, you hum in affirmation to his unfinished question.

His thumb draws small gentle circles on your tummy. As far as he can tell you look the same, but he knows somewhere inside you a life grows.

“After Sarah I didn’t think…” he looks up at you again, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I love you.”

You smile and let loose a shaky breath.

Just maybe everything will be okay?

Joel wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. He kisses your belly, then, with his lips still pressed against you he mumbles, “and I love you, too.”

[xxnashiraxx]

WIP Whenever

*blows the dust off my keyboard* I'm still alive!!! And I'm finally going to share something!!

Thank you to all the lovely people who've been tagging me- @khywren, @caffeinatedmunchkin, @deadly-diminuendo, @larvasmoon, and @andromedaancunin to name a few, even though I know I've missed many rounds! I've been having some wacky weeks lately and I think everything is finally settling down (I knocked on wood). I've pushed the date for Chapter 20 of With Stars to Fill My Dream out an additional week just to give myself some extra time, but I thought I'd share a brief little bit of it here and go back to some art things I'm working on before I continue with this. 😊

Now this... is subject to change. Maybe. I might not mess with it too much besides just expanding on the feelings and things here. Anyway. Below the cut so I don't get donked. 💀

He drifts to wondering if she thinks of him too- if she went back to her tent and gave in to indulgence. The thought wrenches another crude sound from his throat, seeing her soft body reflecting the warm candlelight like she’s right behind his closed eyelids. His gaze follows the trail of her fingertips, teasing her slick folds, dark eyes catching him spellbound by curves he’d like to squeeze and skin he’d like to taste. Gods, it’s depraved, but strangely enough it fuels him like wildfire. He works himself faster, her blood bounding through his veins as he watches himself peek out from beneath enclosed fingers. So flush he’s nearly purple, aching for release he hasn’t been allowed since he first tasted her, that he submerges himself in the fantasy of her mirroring his predicament once again. This time it feels even more tangible than before- he can scent her desperation thick in the air, hair askew and thrown back. She’s blushing and lovely, the corset, his corset, undone and lying beside her. Her hand pinches and squeezes her exposed breasts, his cock throbbing at the sight with frantic hunger. So full and heavy, perfect to nip and cradle… he groans again, watching them travel down her sweat-slick body to gently part her folds around a muted sob. It’s maddening, tugging him closer and closer to bliss with every tentative stroke and tease. He wants so badly to reach out, to wrap his claws around her pleasure and draw it to its crescendo, but the sight his mind conjures is far too enticing to interrupt. He remains bewitched, lost in the movements of her bronzed skin, drinking in every mewl and sigh like he’s being hypnotized to his doom. Perhaps he is. A lurching rumble pierces the fog, watching her fingers disappear inside as a tearful wail floods out of her mouth- hushed and filthy. He scarcely believes himself capable of such a vivid image, losing himself in each thrust as he rocks his hips in time with the slipping of her fingers in and out of that lovely heat. His head falls back, band growing tighter when she opens her mouth. “A-Astarion…” His name, uttered like a punishment in the quiet melody of her voice, takes and takes from him until he’s panting in his effort to hold back. He needs to hear her say it once more, to push him past the brink, but when he tries to redirect the fantasy it refuses to accept his terms...

Yay!! Tagging back everyone who tagged me, and no pressure tags for the rest of the gang- sorry for the mass just ignore me!! @pinkberrytea @bby-bel-art @inkymoonbunny @vividiana @nerdallwritey @elinorbard @verbenaa @bloodinwine @obsessedwhyyes @lanafofana @heylittleriotact @roguishcat @alwaysmauria @bumblebeehug @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @marlowethebard @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @bum-dragon @arzen9

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Finale time. Y'all, I am so not ready for this one to be over. I'm going to get big sad when I'm done, I just know it. I still can't believe how lucky we are to get all this.

Ok, unhinged beautiful chaos once more, let's go!

How dare someone else try to koala Bison.

Someone should probably warn this dude he's picking a fight with a badger. Looks adorable, can fuck you up mightily.

Arrgh, the cuteness!

But also the way it's shot through the fence, to make us feel the frustration of the barrier between them.

Oh, please tell me the landlord sold the restaurant to Style!

Haha, love that KantBison are all sweetness and FadelStyle are eyefucking.

Life lessons from Bison

That's one way to hammer home a lesson about consent.

Style is running on 100% pure horniness right now.

Lol, was Prison Break big in Thailand?

Love this. Of course Bison will pick drawing, to feel closer to Kant, and Fadel will pick fixing cars, so he can feel close to Style.

Oh, Bison is going to need some very personal tutoring for sure.

Lots of one-on-one instruction.

I'm going to need someone to break down the porn references for us, because there's no way there aren't any in this!!!

And Style is still wearing green, as Fadel's safe space in this sea of beige!

Um, I don't think that guard is fooled. Better be paying some of these guys off.

Woof, these illicit makeout sessions are hot.

So I assume Bison is reading Shawshank Redemption? That's two prison break references so far!

Lolol, the creaking noise for the sex is killing me. Also the watch guy seems kinda sweet. He needs a boyfie.

Why am I always so weak for the tummy kissing?

Look at First's snatched little waist.

Nevermind, I bet now is when Style is working to buy the restaurant. Gotta get it ready for Fadel's release!

Aww, Fadel's mental health just nose-dived at the thought Style of having a full and busy life on the outside. He's such a sensitive baby, however he tries to hide it.

Jojo cameo!!

Oh this is sweet.

I do wish we had gotten a few more Kant & Babe scenes, to really highlight their importance to one another.

No, Fadel! Still trying to build that wall back up, because you still expect to lose him.

It does make sense, the closer he gets to being free, the more afraid he is of his expectations being dashed, and being hurt again.

But also Style has definitely earned some trust, it's been four years of this!

Lol, Bison's reaction.

But also we need to get Fadel his color back. Bison has his already!

Hand straight to ass, well done.

It's the little details.

Haha, yay, knew it! Who knew a scene all about a burger joint could be so romantic...

I was going to say, I'm pretty sure Babe should be in college now? But I do appreciate that Bison wants to prove he can be independent, when he's never had that chance before.

Cuteness

Love moments where you can really appreciate the size difference.

Oh, this is some unexpected drama... oh no, is Lilly back for revenge?

Since she is rich, makes sense she would have only gotten a slap on the wrist.

Damn, they all look so good.

Lol, and of course Fadel and Bison have already managed to acquire new guns after being out of prison for less than a day.

Style's dad is having a very confusing day, poor guy.

Jojo not holding back at calling the entire legal system corrupt, love to see it.

This was not a great plan Lilly. Bye!

Khao's hair is so cute all mussed up.

Lol, poor First just got real life bodied by Khaotung.

I love that Style has become the one who holds Fadel, as his soft space.

And Fadel is so cuddly now, my heart.

Ha, you liar Fadel, you are insane for this man.

Style is gonna get 100% out of his man by hook or by crook.

Oh our boys are feasting.

I'm sure I will rewatch that scene a very reasonable number of times.

Aw, yay, our boys found their lights!

I'm surprised Fadel is letting Style use the phone in the car.

Lolol, of course Style's dad is all "yeah, you need to be capable of murder to handle my son".

Oooh, wedding bells! Special episode?

Fadel! Car safety!

Noooo, it's over. Waaaaah.

Gonna be doing some processing still, but damn, this was so much fun.

[lurkingshan]

Happy wednesday!

So I was bored and thought I would ask a silly question.

From the bl couples we know and love, who do you think, if given the opportunity, would go completely overboard in their valentine day's celebrations? And what would they do?

Rose💜

Oh, Rose, what a delightful question. Now, if I may offer an observation to give context for this list: Valentine's Day is a specific kind of romantic celebration that many loving couples simply do not bother with. It's a cheesefest, a celebration of consumerism, and often a very public display of love that lots of folks just don't go in for, so a couple's absence from this list does not indicate a lack of genuine affection. Valentines Day is for simps (affectionate). And, in most (but not all) couples, there is only one simp in the relationship. With that said, let's talk about the top 10 simps in bl.

Karan, Cherry Magic Thailand

Let's get this out of the way right off the top, because Karan has reached levels of simpitude previously unknown to man. He is exactly the kind of nerd who would make a big embarrassing deal about this holiday while Achi blushes his way through the day. I believe he has learned from his bad date faux pas, however, so he will make sure to stick to things Achi actually likes and try to reign in the worst of his overspending to avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable. I'm picturing a homemade lunchbox with heart shaped food, a big bouquet of flowers presented at the office in front of their coworkers, a romantic klongboat ride, and a sentimental gift like a framed photo.

Kurosawa, Cherry Magic Japan

Now you may think its cheating to include two different versions of the same character on this list, but I disagree because Kurosawa is the OG simp and their simping presents very differently. Kurosawa is going for a quieter display, making Adachi a nice dinner at home and reading him an original poem he composed on his lunch breaks. Adachi will blush and stammer and feel bad about not getting Kurosawa a gift, and Kurosawa will tell him his presence is gift enough.

Ten, Cooking Crush

Was there any doubt he would be on this list? Ten loves nothing more than a thoughtful, heartfelt act of service, and Valentines Day gives him a perfect excuse. He's making Prem a sentimental homemade meal tied to one of their cooking lesson memories, and he's created a new magnet featuring the two of them to go on Prem's oven mitt. Prem pretends to hate it but won't stop smiling every time Ten looks away, and later reveals he made them a heart-shaped dessert.

Yai, I Feel You Linger in the Air

Another poet for our list. Yai would love this cheesy ass holiday and take it as an excuse to dress Jom up all fancy, go dancing at the speakeasy, and whisper poetry into his ear to his heart's content. Jom with his modern POV on the holiday rolls his eyes at first, but then gets swept up in the romance and rewards Yai handsomely when they get home.

Hantae, Sing My Crush

This holiday was made for Hantae. He loves nothing more than being loud and embarrassing about his love for Baram. He has a whole Day of Fun planned for them, which Baram goes along with, pretending he didn't get Hantae anything until they get home and he pulls out his guitar to play a new original song he wrote for his man.

Gun and Cher, A Boss and A Babe

The rare simp4simp relationship, we have a twofer! Gun and Cher go all out on Valentines Day to the point of making it a competition for who can pull off the most surprises to make the other happiest. They do this at the office in full view of all their friends and coworkers, of course. In the end it's a draw and Gun lets the staff go home early to their sweethearts, everybody wins.

Gavreel, Gameboys

Picture Gavreel stalking Cairo around the house trying to smother him with kisses, attempting to cook a meal that he definitely burns, ands presenting Cairo with a new body pillow with his image on it for when they are apart. Cairo protests every step of the way, but is secretly touched and loving every minute.

Lian, Cutie Pie

Lian is a traditional romantic so he will be taking Kuea out for a fancy dinner, presenting him with a giant bouquet of flowers and the most expensive bottle of champagne available, and then taking him home for some sensual and loving missionary sex. Kuea eats it up.

Tinn, My School President

Did you think we were getting out of this list without mentioning our most promising young simp? Ha! Tinn loves this holiday and takes it as an excuse to engage in PDA all over campus. Gun returns the favor just to see him blush, and they end the day on a cute date out to an amusement park where they take lots of couple photos and generally nauseate all their friends with all their social media posts.

[ssalballoon]

i wanna get better at art but dont know how to start ^^' whats a good way to get into studying anatomy and improving as an artist? tysm 💗 love your art soso much

more art converts 😼 yay!!

i think these asks were sent by different people but they're pretty related + a lot of my advice is the same! so i'll answer these together under the cut (it's so long oh gosh)

ok first of all i'm very flattered that people are asking me for art advice but i'm really not the most equipped person to ask TTOTT I've never been deliberately studious with my art so I feel bad offering advice when I've mostly gotten by with just drawing fanart and ocs a lot... my rate of improvement has therefore been slow, but I've still had an enjoyable learning experience so perhaps from that angle my input may help! i'll mainly refer you to external resources that have helped me

For anatomy + drawing humans:

1) I know I'm not diligent enough to sit down and study muscles, so instead I make it more enjoyable by drawing my favorite characters in a pose that targets the muscles I want to practice! (i default to drawing ppl naked because of this lol) This isn't the most efficient, but it serves as good motivation to get practice in. (honestly a lot of my general art advice has the undercurrent of becoming so obsessed with characters to drive your motivation to draw even when artblocked/ struggling with doubts!)

2) I want to refer you to Sinix's Anatomy playlist! Although Sinix focuses more on digital painting, he gives simplified anatomy breakdowns that include how muscles change shape under different movements/poses, which is crucial for natural human posing. the static anatomy diagrams from Google don't really help for that

3) What's just as important as anatomy is gestures! (especially important if you're used to drawing non-human objects I think!) Making figures look like they have flow to them will sell the "naturalness"(?) to your anatomy. If you have in person life drawing sessions accessible near you I'd recommend trying those out, or if you prefer trying it digitally there's this website!

This helps you not only get a sense of human proportions, but also natural posing! I'd limit the time taken to draw the poses from like 10 seconds to 1 minute(?) for quick gestures, and maybe 1 minute to 5mins(for now!! typically they go much longer) to study human proportions. I'd say don't spend a lot of time on them, repetition is more important!

4) I've also picked up on useful anatomy tidbits from artists online! Looking at how practiced/ professional artists stylize a body helps me focus on what the essential details are to convey a particular form (looking up "human muscles" and being hit with anatomy diagrams full of all the smallest details can be overwhelming! what do you even focus on?! so these educated simplifications really help me) Like Emilio Dekure's work! Look how simplified these figures are, and yet contain all the essential information to convey the sense of accurate form (even though it's highly exaggerated!)

(shamefully admits I've never studied from actual anatomy books so I can't recommend anything in that sense TTOTT)

For general improvement:

1) I highly recommend Sinix's Design Theory playlist and Paintover Pals! (+ his channel in general) You don't have to put them immediately into practice, but I think these are good fundamental lessons to just listen to and have them in the back of your mind to revisit another day. Plus these videos are just fun and very approachable! Design theory fundamentals are essential to creating appeal and directing a viewer's attention, and critiquing others' work/ seeing his suggestions are a good way to practice noticing areas of improvement+ solutions yourself!

2) If you prefer a more formal teaching resource, the Drawabox YouTube course covers all the basic fundamentals of drawing in short lessons. But honestly if I were starting out, this would be a little intimidating for me (and even now it still is! I haven't done all of them) But even if you don't watch them, the titles should give you an idea of the basic concepts that are valuable to pick up. I think it would be nice to keep in mind and revisit once in a while as you learn!

(One lesson I do encourage you to watch is the line control one! A confident continuous line conveys motion and flow much better compared to discontinuous frayed lines which I think is good to practice early by drawing from the wrist and shoulder)

3) As a universal piece of advice: Please please please use references! Use a reference for literally everything, observing is how we learn! You'll find that a lot of things you thought you knew what they looked like are inaccurate by memory alone. Also, trace! This is solely for your practice, tracing then freehanding has helped me grasp proportions when I was struggling! (of course don't post these online if you traced from art)

I've found that being able to compile references into easy to access boards has been very helpful in encouraging me to use references more. For PC, I think they use PureRef (free/pay what you want), and for iPad I use VizRef. VizRef is a one time purchase (which was definitely worth the $3.99 USD price imo)

4) On that note, try building up the habit to observe from media + real life and make purposeful comments about what you see! Like hey, when I bend my knee, the muscles/fat in my thighs and calves bulge outwards, I should draw that next time. Purposeful observation carries over to your overall visual library, and it's a little thing that adds up over time

5) For motivation, get into media you really enjoy, or make your own characters! The way I started art more seriously was by drawing fanart + OCs from anime that I liked ^^ For OCs it really encourages you to draw more because you're the primary creator of their art! Also you gotta see a lot of good art to make good art! Watching visually appealing media (like animation with appealing stylization/simplification) can passively help you learn just by observation.

ok wow I could go on but this is already a lot of information TTOTT my main aim for this reply is basically: don't let anything discourage you from learning to draw!! drawing is so fun and brings me a lot of joy ^^ practicing often will of course help you improve, and the way to incentivize that is by having fun with it! i hope this could help!💞

[niillusions]

hi! I’ve seen some of your Renée posts and she’s beautiful! Do you have any info about her personality or lore? I’d love to read it and learn more, but if not, do you have a fun fact about her you’d want to share? 🩵

AHH! Thank you so much for asking 😭🩵 I do have a lot of things to talk about Renée. But, I don't want to spoil too much, since I have mutuals on here that are connected to a Discord Server I'm in (hi guys, if you see this post 👋😊). But, I can definitely tell you about her personalities, small background, and facts about her!

SPOILERS FOR MY MUTUALS UNDER THIS LINE!!

Background:

So, there's 2 versions of Renée: Human Renée and Angel Renée. Angel Renée came first, created by the Archangels and The Lord Himself. I have a drawing of Angel Renée being created :D

Anyway- each of the Archangels gave Angel Renée a little bit of their powers and she came to life! Yay!

Now, where did Human Renée come in? She came in a few years later, but on the same day (September 21st). Human Renée is a soul (kinda, I'm not sure how to explain it well, since I'm still working on Human Renée's story) that got put inside of Angel Renée to supposedly develop emotions. But, both of the Renée's souls fought over the body and who gained control. So, one of the Archangels - Uriel - had the idea of making these magical bracelets to surpress one of them! That, being Angel Renée. She still doesn't like the idea that some other soul gotten to control her body, but she learned to accept it.

Skipping a few more years later, Renée both learned about using Angelic abilities (healing, light magic, holy magic, ect.), weaponry, and how to share their body. Somewhere along those lines, there was another war in Heaven.

I can't go into full detail about what happened next, for spoilers with my mutuals, and it'll ruin the roleplay, BUT!! Renée eventually went down to France - specifically Notre Dame during the ending of Black Plauge - and started helping everyone as a doctor! (And hiding from a special someone).

Personalities:

"I am Drew. I am Danny. And we're not the same person!" That's them. So, to help better separate the two of them. I'm gonna use emojis 🩵🤍

Angel Renée(🤍): She's stricter, more serious, and maybe even a bit bossy, too. But, she does it all for the sake of protection, safety, and going what she's been taught by, religiously. She may have a cold heart also, Angel Renée does have a soft spot for certain things.

Human Renée(🩵): She's the sweet, gentle, caring person that (wants) to look over EVERYONE. everyone's troubles and issues are HER responsibility. Renée is willing to sacrifice her own mentality and health to make sure everyone else's lives are 10 times better than hers. She would do ANYTHING for you. Is it unhealthy? Yes. Is she aware of this? Also, yes. Does she care? Not really, only you! Renée is the one that has the most emotions. She's emotional and sensitive about certain things.

Random Facts:

(Human Renée (🩵)):

•Renée's last name is Rose! She gave herself this name because she loves roses, and her favorite holiday is Valentine's Day.

•Her favorite food is bread, a bonus of there's nuts in them.

•She also loves sweets, a sweet tooth even.

•She haves dimples! But only if it's a genuine smile.

•Haves a fear of snakes (Ophidiophobia)

•Renée stays away from apple pies, apple butter, apple cakes, and anything that's apple related. (An apple a day keeps the doctor away!)

•She does have healing abilities. But, she can only access them unless Renée(🤍) gives her permission to.

•Renée(🩵) was "born" underneath a blue moon - same as Renée(🤍), yet again, same dates but different years.

•Both Renée's zodiac sign is a Virgo! ♍️

•Doesn't need to eat or drink because of Renée(🤍), but does need sleep.

•Omnisexual! Though she perfers women!

•She can feel people's pains, especially if she likes, close, or knows of. Even if they're away or not in the same room. This is also how she can help her patient's problems.

(Angel Renée (🤍)):

•She haves scars all over her body. I'm working in a full (updated) design for her!

•Her eyes are made of sea glass (soft blue).

•She rarely smiles, despite her having a beautiful one.

•She can erase Renée's(🤍) memory at any given time - especially if it's something that she shouldn't know about yet.

•Whenever the bracelets are worn, she doesn't have control of her body anymore. Only Renée(🩵) controls the body. Renée(🤍) can still hear, see, feel, and use her powers willingly.

•She misses Heaven and talking to the Archangels.

•The color of her aura represents Michael(blue) and Gabriel(white): blue, warrior, and protector, white, a messanger, and holiness.

•Her original design was supposed to be a succubus. But, I changed it because I didn't like it, and I couldn't fit it into Renée's(🩵) plot hole.

•Perfers using spears and bows, but she can use other weapons if needed.

•She doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep in order to survive. She also doesn't lose energy/stamina.

•Omnisexual and Asexual

Wow, that's a lot of typing... ANYWAY! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW MORE OF HER! AISBWIANAIB! 🤍🩵

[minhosimthings]

Hold me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 13: Tulips and Tough luck

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: I am very sorry for the long wait, and I know this chapter is really short BUT WE ARE ARE ALMOST AT THE END YAY two more chapters to go and then we will be done. So just a little longer until I finish the next chapters and we'll be done!

SERIES MASTERLIST

You had always regarded regret as a shallow emotion. What even was it and why would you ever feel it? Regret, in your opinion, was an emotion made up by humans who hadn't done their sowing and were now looking for their bread. You had felt regret only two times in your entire life. The first, when you couldn't raise your tongue up to tell Jay what he needed to hear and the other, when you stared at Jay's naked chest and his peaceful sleeping face as you scanned your room with cautious eyes. The room felt hazier than it usually did and the bed averted more comfort than it usually did.

You had just fucked the man who you swore not even to talk to. And for some reason, regret wasn't coming easy to you.

The rising and falling of his chest like mountain valleys attracted you, drawing you in like a magnet to iron. You checked the alarm. 10 o'clock. And you were late for whatever was scheduled today.

The slight movement of Jay's body made you flinch as you heard a groan escape from his lips. His eyes opened slowly and his nose twitched, like a cat awakening from its slumber.

"Good morning." He said, yawning and pulling the covers closer to him, "How did we get like this?" He chuckled at the end of his question to which you smiled, at how eased he was.

"Let me guess." You ran your fingers through your hair, "I got drunk and horny, you got horny, and somehow this room had magical powers to make us fuck each other."

"You're on the pill right?" Jay asked uneasily, letting the covers fall a bit down. "Of course I am Jongsoeng." You rolled your eyes, "You think I'll let you fuck me raw that easily?"

"You did, once." Jay mumbled, avoiding your eyes, "You still smell the same." You could feel the remorse in the tone he used, whispering into nothingness, refusing to look at your face.

You still smelled the same.

A rather depressing complement, but a complement nonetheless.

"Would you like to shower first?" Jay asked hesitantly, turning to look at you in the eyes. "Oh yeah thanks." You said, meekly pulling on your blanket, "there's a shower downstairs too, if you wanna go first cause I gotta..... You know."

Dressing in front of Jay seemed like a very good option. Showering with him? Even better. But unfortunately the human mind does not like to say it's true feelings out loud, lest it's heart take full control, so you watched sadly as Jay quietly left the room with nothing but his pants on, getting up to go to the bathroom yourself before noticing the hickeys on your collarbone.

'Great' you thought 'so this isn't a very amazing nightmare.'

"Jay?"

"Hmm?"

"Did- did you mean everything you said last night?"

Jay's concentrated eyes faltered at that. You could see his body slightly shudder and his fingers start to fiddle with the button of his coat as he adjusted his outfit, from your position at the couch.

"If I said I did, how would you react?"

His question made you stop in your tracks. You tried to distract yourself with anything in the room, in order to calm yourself down.

Tarragon, Zinnia, Tulip. Every flower in the room was distracting you.

"Y/N, answer me." Jay knelt down to your level, his face mere inches from yours.

His eyes seemed soft, genuine, bringing back a kindred memory for you, which you had hoped to stash away.

"I- Jay, did you truly mean it?" Your tears were on the verge of escaping, "Tell me you feel for me like I do for you." A but dramatic in your part, but what is romance without drama?,

"Tell me-" you would have asked him a question that had been stuck in your throat for a time un-ideally desired, "Tell me you regret everything that had happened fifteen years ago."

The sweet scent of the tulips in the room distracted Jay, telling him to keep his secrets inside. Someone else can tell her, why should I?, ran a mile through his mind. Tulips. The sweet sunlight in a smile. And Jay couldn't help but agree that it would be the perfect flower to describe you, other than yarrow of course.

"I- I want to." Jay whispered, his lips barely ghosting yours, his breath hitting your skin like a perfume. "Jay I-"

The feel of his lips on yours felt genuine this time, like a rose decorating a garden or a marigold completing every bouquet perfectly. His lips felt like first snow, like the first scent of a book, like a drunken kiss on New Year's night with a boy you knee you shouldn't.

"We can't." Jay pulled away, stroking your tear stained cheek with his soft hand, "I know, my yarrow, but we can't do this."

He stood up, and adjusted his collar, before swinging out the door.

"Let me go, one last time Y/N."

[tossacointoyourarchivist]

alright it's time i've made my contribution to the tags i regularly occasionally troll: here is a snippet of some sweet zevlor/oc sort-of-action

MDNI. yes i am using the biggest font to make that clear.

content warnings: talk of disability and chronic pain, blatant lack of understanding D&D lore; minor dom/sub dynamic, technically NSFW but it's just a lil at the beginning to set the scene (LMAO); my tav is a human monk named winnie and they're in their mid twenties. winnie is also AFAB and uses they/them pronouns; this is hella un-edited and i can't wait to see all the typos and half-written sentences i'll find after i hit 'post'

word count: 856 words (this excerpt... don't ask how long the "one-shot" is in its entirety)

really this is just me waxing poetic about an idea i've had about magical mobility aids. i love tattoos and have chronic back pain. i modeled winnie's spinal/pain issues after my own because i stopped taking testosterone and now i have pain flare-ups with my period. yay.

fic title is from the song "traveling at the speed of light" by joywave. it feels very appropriate for them idk go listen to it it's so good

working title: i don't know how long i've been alone

(subtitle: let's reacquaint and show that something's gotta give now)

His nails press slightly into the flesh of Winnie’s rear and a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Let’s make use of that bed, shall we?” he asks and- hells, with his grip on them, he pulls Winnie’s heated center into the growing bulge in his trousers. They gasp and twitch in his hold, digging their fingers into his shoulders. 

“Gods, please,” they breathe into his neck, delighted to feel his responding sigh. It’s just a few steps from where Zevlor stands to the edge of the bed and Winnie thinks back to the very first lewd thought they had about him.

'I want to show him how much trouble I can give him.'

He takes one step forward and Winnie places a kiss under his ear, and after the next footfall echoes through the room they nip that same spot, laving their tongue over the little bite. It isn’t nearly enough to leave a mark on the tiefling’s skin, but it does make him stutter, drawing a strangled groan from his throat where Winnie leaves another gentle love bite.

In no time, he tips Winnie down onto the bed and bites back a growl. He kisses them deeply, swallowing their moans and relishing in the sad little noise Winnie makes when he pulls away.

“Be good for me, sweetheart, we’ve waited so long for this. We’ll have time to play like that later,” he purrs and Winnie settles, though he doesn’t comment on the occasional tremble.

The lovers remain like this for a time, sharing kisses and touches with cautious exploration. Winnie sighs as Zevlor’s forked tongue tastes them; gods how they missed this. For only a night, Winnie knew the taste and feel of his mouth on their own; that night in the grove followed them for the remainder of their journey. Their heart feels too full, like they can barely breathe through it.

Winnie melts into the mattress, burning under his heat in the best way possible when he guides them by the loose hold he maintains on their hair. Each sensuous slide of lips and tongue serves to stoke the fire within them, until deft fingers reach for the tie in the front of their wrap top. 

This was unavoidable, Winnie tells themself. He was going to see it one way or another, so they might as well make the best of the situation. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t trust him, but anxiety fills them, still.

But Zevlor notices their hesitation and pulls back from the kiss, concern etched on his beautiful Infernal features, “Would you prefer to not remove this?”

Winnie shakes their head, “It- It’s not that, I just… Here,” they shakily untie their top, ignoring Zevlor’s gentle protests. And then he falls quiet, his eyes landing on the peculiar tattoos on their body.

If Winnie had been wearing nothing else underneath the top, he would’ve been too distracted to notice but a band of thin fabric preserves his fortitude for now. He’s known that Winnie has tattoos, but the moonflower on their hand was the only one he’d seen in detail. He examines the lines on their shoulder, how they wrap around the joint as if it were an imitation of a sling or supportive device. It occurs to him then, what the tattoos are: a mobility aid made of enchanted ink. He traces one thick line that wraps around their elbow and back up their arm, feeling the raised skin left behind by the process. 

The first time he’d seen tattoos like these, Zevlor was a fresh recruit with barely a week of service under his belt. In passing, he’d heard of a marshall doing everything he could to put off a final mission, including such tattoos inked onto his hand and knees. But that man had been as old as Zevlor is now- he’d never seen these on someone so young.

He cautiously asks, “Was this an injury?”

Winnie takes a deep breath, “I’ll tell you the whole story later, but no, not an injury. My spine didn’t develop correctly- these tattoos help straighten my spine and relieve some of the pain that comes with it.” They don't mention how their spine still curves where it shouldn't, however minimized. They don’t say anything about their tilted hips and shoulders, or how their breasts are noticeably different sizes in their eyes, or the jagged, pale red lines marking how their body changed so quickly in less than a decade. Those things he can see for himself and Winnie grips tightly to what shreds of their pride remain.

Winnie shivers as his fingers continue to trace the ink up their arm until his hand cups the back of their neck. Would he look at them differently for this, they wonder; the flash of grief was undeniable but he surprises them altogether not by speaking, but acting.

He presses a warm kiss to the inside of their elbow and another, and another, until he’s kissing the space where shoulder meets neck. His fingers caress the side of their waist, making them shiver again but he doesn’t venture downward- or upward for that matter. Instead, he touches them for the sake of feeling their skin under his fingertips, to ground them in the moment. 

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 19!

featuring: Epi, Izzy, & Eury!

[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]

yay lavender day and after featuring both Eury and Epi in separate pictures they finally get to pose together, and with their daughter Izzy too - whomst I almost never draw so surpriIISEE,, notes!

awwuwuuu Fenixe’s Epi & Eury or AKA their ship name ✨Euriales✨ truly the couple of all time in here. I mean sure the couple of all time is Maci and Tory BUT they are too plus they’ve been together mUucHh longer,,… oh god they’re SO!!!

and their middle kid Izzy! Izzy, whose full name is Ichnasia, is ohhhh I don’t know about 10ish now I think? Are those multiple arms that she has! YES! and multiple - eyeballs?! Also yes!

for the uninformed, Izzy’s dad Epi (we know him but just in case, on the left) is a daemon and a shapeshifter. his incredibly pretty form that he presents in each day is a customized ✨choice✨ because underneath this is something a lot closer to the spooky look Izzy’s got full time. not as many Limbs, but just as many eyes - many more teeth - aaaaahhhhh

Izzy is the Goddess of Helplessness and she’s actually nonverbal - ALMOST completely. it turns out if you are someone who is exceptionally helpless you might be able to hear her talk to you! The only person who’s ever had this pleasure within Canon was actually Chal shortly after her mother ate her arm off and she was wallowing in despair 🥺

I’ve actually redrawn this pic a from its original first version which I wasn’t tooootally crazy about but I like it now yay!

stay tuned tomorrow for day 20!!! HEY! remember earlier in the month I said that Pho’s barely ever re-entered his physical body except for like, once and to remember that note?????? 👀UMM NO REASON - STAY TUNED THOOOOO—

Epi and Izzy and Eury all belong to @fenixethekid ! click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

[thalmor-apologist]

havent drawn in a few months you know the drill random sketch page that i've been poking at for about a week now. was procrastinating on posting because i didnt want to tag everything but im over it now im normal

case of the golden idol gnome because. mostly minecraft shenanigans lol i've been gnoming @kingbeeleth @sixtysixdragoonedface in the smp we were frequenting before it went down because server host's finances got tight oops but it was fun while it lasted anyways gnome time :) still havent fully learned how shading works so i was just copying down what i saw in the original spritework sorry im a cheater but coloring was fun because i normally dont color things teehee

bottom left i randomly was looking at the slug guy from pokemon and i was like damn ur kinda built like Ms. Endive from Chowder

bottom right tomthmaa hehehe (temporarily forgot what he looked like yup yup i cant remember what my ocs look like ever)

left i was trying to remember what mice look like because ive never sat down and drawn a mouse before and now i have drawn the head but not the body but head's more than no mouse i guess

radioactive glowing solas head AHHH!!! AHHHHHHH

alistair hi alistair i've never drawn alistair before but i loooooove him u_u i've tried playign through dragon age origins a couple times and i've never finisehd it because i dont finish games but whenever im in dragon age brain im always either like yay im playing dragon age and alistair is on the screen or im like i am not playing dragon age i cant see alistair where is he :*((((

to the right above tommy is pastino :))))))) i've been playing dragon's dogma dark arisen and dragon's dogma online and pastino is one of my pawns from online and he's my budddyyyyy but not really because no pawn could replace buddy my pawn from dark arisen i miss him... (havent decided on his exact name order? i know his full name is the names Pastino, Physalis, and Solanum but i dont know which is which in terms of first middle last)

top middle the sorcerer from trois-freres fanart hi the sorcerer from grotte des trois-freres

and then miscellaneous doodles because when i cant rememebr how to draw my first instinct is to find an image of a dude and try to draw it teehee

[lameeyeens]

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[jreads]

Unexpected Constellations (Part 09)

Rating: M (18+, minors get gone)

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings: (in an effort to not spoil) Canon-level violence, Mentions of blood, Mentions of death, Foul language, Sexual content, Emotionally $lutty Mando

A/N: Oh my days, finally. So actually, this scene was what inspired me to write the whole darn fic in the first place, so I really wanted to get it close to perfect (which is partially why it took so long). On top of that, I just finished my last exam of my undergraduate degree! I do not feel happy or relieved because I am insanely ill and need to get surgery before I can get a job! YAY! On a more positive note, i hope you enjoy this part and I hope my first attempt at smut is acceptable. If you reblog, I'm positive it will cure me. Comment on this post or the masterlist to get added to the taglist!

Night had fallen, and there was already blood on his gloves.

It was green, viscous, and slimy, and he wiped it carelessly on his leg before reaching for the hunter’s long-distance rifle. He wasn’t usually the type to rob a dead man, but he figured it might be of use on the rooftops. 

After all, it wasn’t like its old owner was going to need it any longer.

Rising to full height, he swung the cape back over his shoulder, where it rested between the back of his cuirass and the jetpack.

By some mercy, the picturesque town had managed to maintain a sense of quiet serenity, but countless bodies were already beginning to pile up in backstreets and darkened crevices. He had landed the Crest right on the eastern border, atop the cliffs, and flown the rest of the way in. Unfortunately, the thrusters had drawn quite a bit of attention, and he had only spent about a minute on the ground before he was being engaged. He could only hope that your luck had been better.

You had spoken to him one last time before you left your suite, simply to notify him of your movement and to ask again about his time of arrival. At that point, he had just entered Cantonica’s orbit. Despite the way your voice in his ear had sent pleasant electricity down his spine, he had told you not to contact him too frequently once you were in the casino. Messing with the earpiece or communicator could draw unnecessary attention. You had agreed. Since then, the connection had been silent. He fluctuated between thinking it was a good thing and worrying impulsively.

But as he had been taking blaster bolts in the beskar, the impact hissing and expelling smoke, his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. And they all had to do with you. He felt somewhat like a young boy in hyperspace for the first time.

Din reached the beginning of the path you had scouted for him earlier, a maze of scalable slates and moonlit chasms. The night vision on his visor picked up nothing out of the ordinary, but he knew it was unlikely that he would be so lucky. The casino’s domed peak was a looming presence in the distance, and he was instantly glad for the jetpack. He wouldn’t have wanted to climb it with cables. Still, his mind wandered, constantly drawn back to you. Like a magnet.

The Armourer had done a magnificent job on your gauntlets. The Mudhorn signet was proudly imprinted on the inside of each wrist, and some long-buried part of him smiled in satisfaction at the thought of having his mark on you. Especially in such a solid, inerasable way. 

She had included a few extras as well, ones he couldn’t wait to show you how to use. Weapons were an important part of the Mandalorian creed, but outside of other Children of the Watch, he had never seen someone as admiring of fine weaponry as you. He could practically see the grin on your face as you took in the additions to the inner forearms. In all honesty, he was almost a bit jealous.

What a pair the two of you would make, and everyone would know that you were with him. 

That you were his.

He saw movement in his periphery seconds before the hunter advanced. The man lunged for him. Not even bothering to draw a weapon, he expertly sidestepped, using his momentum to shove the man forward, off the thin expanse of roof. His footing gave way, and with a yelp, he desperately grabbed onto the high ledge. 

It seemed, despite being nowhere near the bounty itself, people just wanted to attack him. It could be the beskar, or the weapons, the idea of a Mandalorian, or just to prove to themselves that they could. Frustrating as it was, it meant that for every hunter he took down, there were less eyes on you.

Lifting the newly acquired rifle from his back, Mando took aim, blasting the man’s fingers from where they were grappling at the smooth stone. The recoil was strong, and the impact sang through his armour. It was no Amban phase-pulse rifle, but it would do for tonight. There was a crunch as he fell. He likely wasn’t dead, but he wouldn’t be in any fit shape to continue his pursuit. Good enough.

Mando continued down the path in a light-footed run, slinging the rifle over his shoulder as he went. Minutes later, after a minor crumb trail of about five other bodies and a quiet ascent onto the casino canopy, he was in position. 

A warm, golden aura poured from the skylight, momentarily blinding him as he adjusted the visor’s exposure settings. Faint jazz music wafted up along with a shrill singing voice. They had paid for a Pa’lowick, clearly sparing no expense in the lavish event. He sighed softly. He had always found their voices to be too nasal. He preferred deeper tones, low melodies, vibrations he could feel through the thick steel of his armour. He realized he had never talked about music with you. He wanted to know what you liked, whether your tastes aligned with his own. Given your past, he wondered if you had even been able to experience much music. He made a mental note for later, returning his focus to the task at hand.

There were people everywhere. More than he could count. Of all species and all sizes.

He had your features saved in the helmet’s databank, and he referred to them now to help identify you in the crowd. However, after a few minutes of scanning, he realized it would be futile. From this vantage point, he could really only see the top of hundreds of heads. He’d have to find you himself.

It was a gloriously garish scene, a dizzying mix of delicate silks, sparkling jewels, polished surfaces, and gilded bodies. He wondered for a moment if you felt out of your element, before realizing that the civilized and sophisticated nature of this casino was likely more familiar to your upbringing on the Death Star. 

He decided he didn’t like that idea. Your place was beside him, in the Crest, amongst metal and scum and swirling constellations. Not in this throng of fraudulent people and bloodied riches. Perhaps if he repeated it enough, he would eventually believe it.

Something solid made contact with the back of his helmet, and he heard the near inaudible click of a loaded blaster. He fought back a groan.

“Get up. Slowly.” The voice was female, raspy. He lifted both hands and, for once, did as he was told. You would have been proud.

She was a Palliduvan, barely older than an adolescent, though her slender fingers rested comfortably on the trigger. Clearly, she didn’t know how beskar worked.

“I’ve never seen a real Mandalorian before.” Well, that explained it.

He was only slightly exasperated. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

She motioned her blaster to the side, an indication for him to approach the edge of the roof. “It’s nothing personal Mando… just business.”

Just business. He allowed himself to be led to the precipice, hands behind his head as she came to stand behind him. 

“Jump.” 

So she was young and unwilling to kill, not a great combination for anyone in this line of work. He sighed again, louder this time, before he followed instruction. 

The Mandalorian stepped off the rooftop ledge. And fell.

The jetpack thrusters ignited with full force, and he felt the sharp impact through his whole body as he shot upwards and back, executing a full flip before coming to land behind her.

And then she was trapped between him and the rifle barrel, twisting towards the skylight, struggling to no avail. Her hands dropped the blaster in favour of trying to create any sort of space between her windpipe and the weapon. He held his ground, putting pressure on her neck.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he managed to grit out. “Trust me, I’m doing you a favour.” The woman’s jerking movements became weaker, and he focused ahead, on the warm light flowing from the casino down below, anything but the way she trashed about in his hold… like a frightened animal. Finally, she began to go limp in his arms. He held on until she stumbled, and then eased her to the ground.

But his eyes never left the glass. 

Because what he beheld within it was robbing him of coherent thought.

With predatory execution, Din flipped the rifle, stabilizing it over his shoulder, visor to the scope. He slid to the ground, right beside the now unconscious body of the Palliduvan girl and edged to the lip of the glass. His breastplate scraped uncomfortably across the stone. He barely noticed it.

He had become used to you aboard his ship, in dark gear stained with grease, dirt and sometimes even blood. Your behaviour had changed as you lived and travelled together, sharp edges softening, and your free laugh and casual mannerisms were now as familiar to him as the controls of the Crest.

But he saw none of what he knew in the woman below. 

The sharp edges were back, and every move… every smile… every sip of the sparkling drink in your hand was refined. Calculated.

You were beautiful. Lethally so.

This was the woman who had drawn the Emperor’s attention. The woman who had come face-to-face with death and darkness and bared her teeth at it.

He was very suddenly overcome with the urge to have you. To run his hands over the delicate fabric of your dress, the soft curves and planes of your body. To trace you with his fingers… and then with his tongue. To break you apart so thoroughly that you returned to the relaxed and natural version of yourself that he recognized. That he loved.

You were speaking to a trio of Nemoidians and all he could think about was the fact that they were standing too close, that they were looking too intently. But despite being half their height, you stood with the posture and self-assuredness of a queen.

A vivid image flickered behind his eyelids. Something he had never imagined, never thought he even desired. But he is there, seated comfortably on a cold, stone throne, the thick cape and pauldrons of the Mand’alor hanging from his shoulders. And draped across his legs is you, the picture of quiet strength and fatal power. The two of you… unbreakable.

He was wound so tightly he thought he might snap.

But then your companions were turning from you and, even through the open space, through the pane of glass separating you, your eyes flickered up and landed directly on him. As if you could feel him. And he recognized the faint softening of them, the hint of a smile that showed only for a second before you schooled your features back into nonchalance. Your stare dropped from his almost immediately.

His inhale was shaky. 

He was here. 

Maker, he was here.

Excitement, nervousness, and something else had you flexing your fingers. In the midst of your conversation, you had sensed his presence suddenly, like a shockwave, and had sought him out right away. A faint glint of beskar was visible from where you stood, and you could just make out the outline of him, equipped with a rifle that most definitely wasn’t his. For once, the emotions from him were clear and you could read him as easily as anyone else, even with the distance… and even with the helmet in place.

But what you had expected from him was apprehension and unease. The stiffness of stress that came with being on the job, out in the open. You couldn’t have been more wrong. He was on edge, but the overpowering feeling that floated around you, through you, it was hunger… craving. 

You bit down on your lip, hard. A much less sensible part of your brain considered it for a moment… just walking out right then and there. Damn the bounty. Judging by what you felt from him, you doubted he would have cared much either.

But then it tugged at you again, as it had countless times throughout the night. A light pressure in between your shoulder blades. Like a tap on the back. The crystal still beckoned to you. So you pushed the heat away, of his gaze, of the feeling now ever-present between your legs, and refocused on the target. Or, at least, you did the best you could. Smoldering lust, both his and your own, settled in your chest like the most dizzying sip of spotchka.

The red stone, barely smaller than your thumb, lay in a display case at the front of the room, along with an eclectic collection of other valuables, identifiable only by small placards at the front of each. Getting to it without drawing attention would be hard, near impossible, and you had caught many guests eyeing it throughout the night. You were not alone.

Which would have been a problem if not for the powerful pull in the opposite direction. You had scoped it out casually, while chatting with a visiting Pantoran couple. A storeroom with another exit, given that many employees had entered the door throughout the night, and not reappeared. It required a keycard to access, which had seemed to be the only snag. 

But it had been all too easy to engage in conversation with one of the serving staff, him leaning over to hear you better over the loud chatter of the main room. You had taken a flute of champagne from him, as well as the card from his side. He had been too busy looking at your chest to notice.

Now, you had simply been trying to find a moment to get away. The Nemoidians had complimented your dress, as many others had throughout the night, and you had willingly launched into a glowing review. Hopefully, if the guests were left breathing by the end of the night, some of them might pay Maya’s boutique a visit.

Downing the remnants of your glass and savouring the last taste of dry sparkling, you set it upon a table and turned, weaving your way through the crowd. One thing you had learned from your time with the Mandalorian was that it was much less suspicious if you walked around like you owned the place. The steady buzz of the alcohol also seemed to make it much easier to pretend. After scanning the keycard and watching with bated breath as the light flickered green, the door slid open on smooth hinges and closed behind you soon after. The sound of music and chatter was silenced almost completely.

It was as if you had entered a different world.

The room within was dimly lit and lined with shelves. There was no glitz or glamour here, just row upon row of boxes. You had been right about the alternate exit; it remained shut against the far wall, illuminated by a halo of red from the control panel. A quick scan yielded nothing out-of-the-ordinary, but as you stopped in the center of the area you felt it again, a tap on the shoulder. 

You’ve come for me.

It wasn’t a question. You whirled.

Silence. And then… Come closer.

You knew it then. The worn wooden case seemed to thrum with life from its position on the shelf in front of you. To the average eye, it would be indistinguishable from any other, but you knew better. Cautiously, almost in a daze, you approached it.

I had hoped it might be you.

There was absolutely no sense in resisting its allure. Your fingers snagged over the splinters in the lid and your hands shook slightly as you lifted it.

It was exactly as you had seen it in your dream, except somehow the veins running along its surface seemed deeper, in stark contrast with the bright scarlet of the stone.

And as you touched your fingers to it… lifted it from its bed of satin, it sighed in contentment. It felt right, and that worried you.

We are one.

It was wrong, of course. Once you got out of here, you’d chart course to Nevarro, hand it off to Karga and never have to think about it again. It seemed to chuckle at your naivete. You shook it off as best you could, going to tuck it into the tight fabric of your dress.

In that moment, the exit opened, and a human man walked in. You froze.

He noticed you almost immediately, surprise crossing his features before concern set in. “Hey. You’re not authorized to be in here.” His brow furrowed even more as he noticed the crystal in your hand. “You shouldn’t have that.”

There was no time to contemplate the morality of your actions. You had his mind in a snare within seconds, doing your best to ignore the fleeting pang of guilt. 

“I’m meant to take this.” There was a slight wobble in your tone. That wouldn’t do. 

You tried again. “You want me to take it.” The words were more determined this time. You, however, were not.

You watched him carefully, but his caution remained. Anxiety started to creep up your spine, into your neck. He just looked at you, unmoving.

Fingers had already reached for the dagger at your side before his face finally relaxed. “Yes, go, take it.” He nodded furiously, swinging his hand toward the door leading back to the casino. You didn’t wait for him to change his mind or break free from your control, making haste towards the entry, tucking the crystal into the fold of your dress. He muttered from behind you: “Though, I’m sure the buyer will not be very pleased.”

You were out of the storeroom before you could question that tidbit of information, the golden light so bright you had to squint as your eyes adjusted. 

Legs still weak from your moment of panic, you pressed a finger to your ear and activated the communicator. The strides you took were long and fast and you ached to get out into the open air, back to the Crest… to Din.

“I’ve got it. I’m headed to you.”

You barely registered his response. As you lowered your hand and stared ahead, you made direct eye contact with a familiar face. And it wasn’t one you had wanted to see today. The Weequay from Tatooine stared back at you, hints of recognition flashing through his own features. 

Shit.

He had his blaster drawn before you could even get a gulp of air down, and you just managed to duck behind one of the gambling tables before the first shot rang out.

The room descended into chaos. 

There were screams from every direction, replacing the upbeat melody of the band as it ground to a halt. People rushed the front of the room, and you barely had a moment to register just how many of the guests were being paid before he was in front of you once more, weapon aimed directly at your head. 

Your own name blared through the earpiece, along with a string of curses. You just had to get out of here and get to Mando. You’d figure a way out of this, as long as you were together.

Pushing out with the Force, his blaster shot went wide, and the gun flew from his grip. He didn’t miss a beat, engaging you hand-to-hand. His punches were powerful, but you had the speed and technique. More shots rang out behind you as you caught the fist he flung and twisted it until he shrieked. The injury from a few days ago was still fresh, and so you rebroke the man’s the arm in the exact same place. The pain sent him sprawling across the pristine marble tiles, but you didn’t linger long, moving through the crowd towards the large double doors. 

There were bloodstains on the floor, on the tablecloths, on a scattered deck of cards. Your mind seemed to blur out the background noise, falling into an alert, violent calm as you dodged bodies and weapons. 

Something blunt hit you in the side and you went down hard, the impact just barely broken by your hands. It was a Bith, or rather the body of a Bith, one of the players in the band that had hurled into you. You took in the looming figure of the man who had felled him, human, before you realized that his attention was squarely on you. On what had fallen from your dress as you tumbled. He looked again towards the front of the room, to the decoy that was caught in the midst of a bloodbath. Then back to you, headed for the exit.

He lunged and you rolled. You felt the tips of his fingers grasp at the edge of your heel, but you were pushing up, up, fighting through the weight of the unfamiliar skirts of your dress. A well-placed hook kick had him doubling over, and you used the gained time to bolt for the doors once more. Your heels slipped incessantly on the smooth marble, some areas now thick with different shades of blood, and you almost sighed in relief as they found purchase on the rough cobblestone of the street outside. People still fled in all directions, and you melded into the pandemonium. There was no time to check over your shoulder, to make sure that you were not being followed by the only hunter who knew what you carried. 

You headed back towards Maya’s shop, only because you were somewhat familiar with the winding streets that surrounded it. Again, the lanes quieted the further you strayed from the casino, and you weaved, a right, a left, two rights, and doubling back on yourself. Only once you were confident you had lost your pursuer did you press your back against concrete and breathe. Fast, heaving, gasps. You pressed a hand to your forehead, slick with sweat. Blaster fire could still be heard in the distance.

It had gone so wrong, so fast. A quiet escape might have been possible, if not for the Weequay. Clearly, your mind rubbing skills still left much to be desired. But at least the plan had been a success. You felt the jagged edges of the crystal through the cloth of your bodice, just to be sure it was really there.

As if you could forget.

It still hummed to you, less words now and more sounds, perhaps akin to the purring of a lothcat. It was unnerving. A larger part of you couldn’t wait to have it as far away from you as possible. 

Right.

You had to get back to the Crest. In case the two of you were separated, you had planned to meet back there. 

It was going to be one hell of a walk. You debated taking the heels off. Pushing off the wall, you strode for the east end of the street.

Yes, you would be taking the heels off. They tapped against the cobblestones in a pleasing tick, all but announcing your presence to anyone who might be close by. You stooped to fuss with the buckle. The first one snapped free before a hand closed around your neck, slamming you up against the wall. You saw stars.

The human hunter stared you down, green blood splattered across his angular face, lips pulled into a tight sneer. 

“Where. Is. It.” He shook you, a crazed look building in the depths of his pupils. Bloodlust. It would have been easy enough to recognize on his face, even without the pure violence that emanated from him. You had seen the Bith, the way he had felled it without a single ounce of remorse.

Finally. That part of you shrugged free of restraints as if they were wisps of cobweb. Your self control had been teetering on a dangerous edge since that night on Rishi, and if you were completely honest, holding back had done you more harm than good. Your thigh twinged as if it wished to remind you.

Besides, this wasn’t the type of man you let live. And what a relief that was.

You might have been laughing as he thrust you back into the stone again. It only fueled his ire.

“Crazy bitch,” he spat. “I’ll kill you and find it myself.” He missed the way you reached for the vibroblade beneath the silks of your skirt.

“Try it.” You hissed, before plunging the knife into his upper thigh. He roared, the hold on your neck loosening just enough.

You shouldn’t have been using the Force when you didn’t need to, but it was oh so satisfying to blow him back and feel his bones creak under the pressure of it. It was a marvel he even managed to stay upright.

Leisurely, you pushed off the wall, walking on the toes of your left foot to balance with the heel still on your right. He was too focused on prying the blade from his leg, the metal hitting the cobblestones with a clang. There was pure rage in the air. Oh, you wanted to take your time with him. 

He was livid, so laser-focused on you that he didn’t think to check behind him. If he had, he might have seen the looming shadow before it struck. If he was perceptive, he may have noticed the blade that ignited at his back, may have seen the faint aura it cast on the ground and walls of the otherwise quiet street.

But all he saw was you. And as he swung forward, the heat of the darksaber broke clean through his sternum. He only managed to gasp once before it retracted, and he crumpled.

You furrowed your brow, nose crinkling as you beheld the armoured giant who stood in his place. The cloak was off-kilter, half draped over one of his shoulders. 

“Show-off,” you muttered. 

The saber extinguished and he returned it to its spot on his belt, leaving the Mandalorian bathed in warm lamplight. “Did I ruin your fun?” His voice was low. Your lost shoe dangled from his other hand.

Holy maker. You hadn’t considered that the distance between you earlier might have dulled what you sensed from him. But as you stood now, mere inches from the breastplate that rose and fell with heavy breaths, it curled around you like sweet-smelling smoke.

It wasn’t just that he wanted you. 

It felt as if he wanted to devour you. The realization was electrifying. 

You closed the gap, the earlier promise of bloodshed shifting into something arguably much more deadly. Your eyes never left the visor.

“And if I told you that you did?”

An arm came to rest lightly on your hip, and you marveled at what such a simple touch could do. “I’d find you another one.” There was no hesitation. If it was what you wanted, he would capture you another hunter, sit, and watch while you took them apart.

And what if I wanted to take you apart instead? 

You pushed the edge of the cowl down, dragging a nail over the sliver of skin along his neck, over the pulse that jumped there. “I know you would.” His breath hitched and he groaned, so quietly. It may have been the most delicious sound you had ever heard.

Quite similarly to the dead man, you were so engulfed in him, his sounds, his scent, his emotions, that you barely noticed the presence down the street until it was too late.

A blaster sounded and you twisted. The bolt stopped in midair, spasming as it fought against your hold. Din had his own drawn in a split second, firing back one single shot. It struck the IG-86 unit through its central processor, and it went down with a loud clank. You pulled him by his pauldrons to the side, finally releasing the red blast. It zipped past the two of you, blowing chunks of stone off the side of the building across the street.

You couldn’t help it. A delirious laugh escaped you.

He studied you seriously. “Are you drunk?”

A large hand was splayed against the small of your back, pressing you into him in the most pleasurable way. A hard edge of protectiveness now coated the desire that was still ever-present in the small space between your bodies. So no, the intoxication you felt had absolutely nothing to do with the champagne you had consumed earlier.

All you could do was shake your head, still gasping in laughter. You weren’t sure you could trust your voice to be steady right now.

“Okay…” It sounded dubious. He didn’t move, just kept looking at you. “We need to get back to the Crest.” 

Always right to business with you. Castann’s accent echoed faintly through your mind.

The pout was inevitable. The last thing you wanted to do was make the trek back to the ship right now. You wondered if he’d be opposed to just finding a quiet corner.

“I really don’t want to walk right now.” Come on, come on, go with me here.

You could have sworn you heard his grin as he replied, “Who said anything about walking?”

The press of a button had the jetpack thrusters extending. Your jaw dropped. 

Absolutely not happening.

Backing away, you lifted your hands. “No, no, nope. No way.”

He didn’t let you get far, advancing like you were a scared Blurrg before he caught you around the waist. His grip was firm, the feel of his body almost making you forget why you were retreating in the first place. Damn him.

“Come on, don’t you trust me?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Sure it is.” He was relentless. “When have I ever led you astray?”

“Uh, maybe the gigantic ice spiders on Maldo Kreis? Or, how about, come on let’s go wrangle a Rancor!” Your imitation of his modulated voice was badly executed, but in the moment, you couldn’t have cared less. “I could keep going!”

The pauldrons were shaking with silent laughter. “We got out of all of those alive, didn’t we?” You inhaled sharply, fully ready to argue when the helmet dipped low, to the junction where your neck met your shoulder. 

“Trust. Me. Mesh’la.” You trembled slightly in his arms. 

Oh, that was extremely unfair. You exhaled in defeat.

When he drew back, you hoped your eyes still held some hint of menace. “Do not drop me, Din Djarin.”

He swept an arm under your knees before igniting the jetpack. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

And then you were shooting upward, leaving the rooftops far behind. On instinct alone you clung to him, face buried in the scratchy fabric around his neck. Wind ripped at your dress.

He might have been laughing. You couldn’t be sure over the roaring in your ears.

But his glove was pressing against the skin behind your knees and the vibration of his voice radiated through his armour, all around you. 

“You really don’t want to miss this view.”

It was terribly dangerous. Not the flying… not the height… no. The fact that he knew you’d do practically anything he asked, as long as it was delivered with a low voice and ghosting touches. And you could tell that he knew it too. Asshole.

You had to squint against the wind as you turned away from him. Arms curled tighter around you frame as you shifted you weight. But maker… he was right.

The lamplight twinkled down below like the warmest stars. And beyond it… Your breath caught.

The sea, accented with choppy whitecaps, lapped up against a sandy shore, and the moonlight cast a bright track across its surface. Just ahead, a sharp cliff face jutted towards the water. You could just barely make out the tall grasses that swung in the night’s breeze. Beneath you, the lux of the town was a stunning vista, the absolute portrait of wealth and class. That is, if you looked past the occasional sharp flash of blasterfire. 

It was mesmerizing. 

“See… not so bad right?”

You cut him a snarky glare. If you weren’t so terrified of loosening your grip so high up in the air, you might have smacked him on the shoulder.

But then his arms slackened, and you catapulted downward. The air was ripped right from your lungs before he banked and pulled up sharply. Somehow you still managed to yelp, hiding blindly in his cowl.

He was laughing in earnest now, and if you had been able to look past your moment of panic, you would have dwelled for longer upon how genuinely beautiful the sound was.

Instead, you hissed, “Djarin, I am going to kill you when we land.” You managed to drag your face towards the view once more, if only because, despite your anger, the masculine scent of him was making your thoughts travel down more explicit avenues.

Somehow, the hand on your knees had managed to travel up towards your thigh, curling around the inside. He squeezed once. “Can’t wait.” Farrik.

Finally, the cliffs rose to meet you, succeeding in lessening your perturbation only slightly. He skimmed lower to the ground and, had you been brave enough to let go of him for more than a moment, you might have been able to brush your hand through the wispy stalks of grass.

The ramp lights of the Crest were just starting to become visible, and it struck a chord in your chest. It felt like home. And despite only being away for a night, you found you missed the telltale ticks and clunks of the old ship, the interspersed beeping of its processes, even the lumpy uncomfortable mess of blankets atop a wiry cot that had become your bed.

Waking up to the smell of caf—the way Din would wordlessly hand you the cup as soon as you entered the flight deck in the morning. Both of you so familiar with each other that he knew to wait until you had a few sips before launching into the day’s events.

Dragging bounties back into the hull, bodies sore and aching.

Falling asleep in the jumpseat as he flew, waking hours later to find your bones actually hurt even more than before. 

Playing with Grogu, the child having figured out all of the Crest’s good hiding places. Din had initially advised against letting the kid worm his way into small crevices, but it turned out to be a good way of finding where the ship had loose bolts.

Tucking him into his floating cradle at the end of each day, and seeing the adoration in his depthless eyes, even with the lack of light in the hull.

It dawned on you that most of what you considered to be ‘home’ wasn’t tied to the place itself, but rather to the people you shared it with. As if that were surprising in the slightest.

The thrusters puttered out and Din landed lightly on his toes, swinging you down so you could stand. You didn’t move to distance yourself from him.

You were staring, and there was absolutely no effort to hide it. His stance grew slightly awkward, as it so often did under your close scrutiny. You loved that about him.

“What?” He seemed sheepish.

You were smiling wide. “Nothing.”

“I thought you made some sort of comment about killing me when we landed?”

You laughed breathlessly. His arms seemed to tighten around you in response. The breastplate rose and fell. You matched his rhythm.

“I like that.” He seemed to sigh.

“Like what?”

“When you laugh.”

You cocked your head at him. “I laugh all the time.”

“I like it when you laugh because of me.” It was far from the declaration he so desperately wanted to give, but you melted at the way he bared a bit of himself to you.

“I’m not going to kill you.” He huffed in response. You traced the emblem in the center of his armour. “I still need someone to fly us out of here.”

“Anything to worm your way out from under the controls.”

You had planned a perfectly sarcastic comeback, but it was abruptly cut short as blaring lights cut over the face of the cliff.

He twisted you towards the ramp, pushing you ahead of him. “Police. We’ve got to go.”

“What? Why are they after us?” You made it into the hull, and he followed close behind, the door already retracting in your wake. “They can’t possibly know—”

He cut you off. “Honestly, it’s probably parking enforcement. But I don’t want to stick around and find out.”

Nevertheless, he took a second to help you up the ladder to the cockpit, the simple sliding of fingers enough to rekindle that fire between you. 

He jerked away, twisting, and busying himself with the buttons and switches, as if the touch had stung. You couldn’t help but smile at it, taking your respective seat to his right.

Din had layers to him, you had noticed. Especially when it came to intimacy between you. The first was feigned indifference which, naively, you had taken as the truth for much of your time together. Months ago, you would have perceived him pulling away as such, but you knew him better now. Megaphones blared from outside the ship, but you barely noticed them.

“You are on private property. Please relinquish your craft, or we will shoot it down.”

You were zeroed in on the way his hands manipulated the controls, the deftness of each press, flick, pull. The roar of the engines was music to your ears.

Past that top layer lay the confidence and assertiveness of a hunter. The burning hot desire communicated clearly through the press of his body in all the right places. You had seen that firsthand when he had you up against the wall on Rishi, and again in the hull of the Crest. And you felt it, maker, you still did feel it radiating like tangible heat from his mind.

You crossed your legs, just to relieve some of the ache as the ship rose from the ground, the grass blasted back in its wake.

“I repeat, please relinquish your craft, This is your last warning.”

He flexed his hand once before resting it on the lever. 

But beyond it was what you loved most. For when you reciprocated that desire and touched him in the ways you so desperately wanted to, you could easily sense it. The bashfulness, a shy temperament. Somehow, you knew his cheeks would have a pleasant rosy tint to them. There was something so precious about it, the fact that you could bring a blush to the deadly creature in front of you. Oh but you wondered what would lie beneath that layer.

“Hold on.” It was the only warning he gave before the ship shot forward, the force pressing your spine into the worn leather of the seat. 

And he was magnificent when he flew.

The ship skimmed low to the ground, the sound of stun blasts striking just out of range. 

And then the ground dropped out from beneath you. Mando sent the Crest into a freefall, your stomach flying into your throat. But when you squealed this time, it was in delight.

Stars, you loved this ship. Almost as much as its pilot.

His fingers pulsed against the centre stick, and you watched as the choppy ocean water loomed closer and closer. In typical fashion, he waited until the very last moment to pull up, metal creaking with the effort. Some small part of you wondered if he was showing off… maybe just a little.

It took a few moments, but eventually the police speeders fell back, accepting the fact that the Crest was much too rapid to pursue. And so you flew, faster than the wind itself, across the glass surface and up… up past the white puffs of cloud, illuminated with eerie, cold moonlight, and back into the stars. 

He slowed slightly, only to punch the coordinates of Nevarro into the navicomputer. As the ship shot forward into the comforting embrace of hyperspace, you saw him visibly relax.

You, however, were still out of breath, almost giggling.

He turned to face you, punching the autopilot button and relinquishing control of the ship. “Hi.”

“Hi.” you repeated. Your mouth had widened into a broad, silly grin.

A moment of silence passed as he seemed to take you in, discernable only by the slight trailing of the visor down your frame. 

“You look…”

You stood animatedly from the jumpseat, executing a graceful three-sixty spin to show off the dress. The fabric brushed against the steel floor with a hiss and you twisted, dizzy from both the movement and the overpowering sense of being alone with him. Finally. You felt as if there was golden glitter behind your eyelids. 

Despite your excitement, when you came to face him again, the muddled emotions you usually sensed from him were back, serious… almost somber. Your smile faltered. For a beat, there was no sound beyond the beeping of the Crest, and the low hum of the engines, the whisper of the stars. 

Had you missed something? Misread the situation? Was he injured? Oh maker, if he had gotten hurt and you hadn’t even realized because you were so distracted by—

“Come here.”

His voice was lethally soft, and you broke out in goosebumps at the simple sound of it. Albeit slowly… carefully, your body obeyed of its own accord.

Ah, there it was. You were getting better at reading him. Din’s mind was a stage, used to putting up a front, a performance. But if you were to lightly push back on the velvet curtain…

A molten volcano lay behind it. 

He parted for you, and you stepped into his space, hands finding his shoulders as his own came to rest on the back of your legs. Through the thin fabric, it felt as if there was nothing separating you at all.

For once, he had to angle his head up to look at you. You liked how it made you feel. The last few hours had been chaotic and dangerous, and you knew you’d be absolutely exhausted tomorrow. But for now, there was adrenaline coursing through your veins and all you could think about was how you wanted more… more of this… more of him.

Using his shoulders to stabilize yourself, you sat sideways across his lap. His arms came up to cradle you, but he said nothing for a long moment. It made you nervous.

“Is this okay?”

Since that evening on Rishi, you had been toeing a line, testing boundaries, never quite setting foot beyond what had happened then. This was all new territory for you, especially with him, and you had never been so afraid to mess things up.

“No…,” he replied. 

No. 

You stood abruptly, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. “I’m sorry, I—"

But he was up just as fast, reaching for you as he was afraid you might bolt. “No, I just… Please.” You had never heard him sound so… desperate.

“Please what?”

He guided you in a circle, until you were sat in his seat, back facing the window. It was still warm from the heat of him. “Please just… let me.”

You needed clarification… needed it so badly, but he simply knelt in front of you, took off his gloves, as he had done so many times.

You were reminded of the fact that you only wore one heel when he reached for the strap at your ankle, calloused fingers brushing ever so gently at the skin there. You were rendered immobile by the softness of the movement, so at odds with the red-hot emotions that burned around the edges of the room.

It came free and he slid it off with preternatural stillness. You could barely take it anymore, the quiet, the holding back.

“Din.” He looked at you, as if jolted out of a trance. Just out of reach.

For the millionth time you tried to move beyond the opaque darkness of the visor, to see a glimpse of what lay behind it. “You’re not going to scare me away.” 

He didn’t reply. But you could feel him, contemplating, weighing his options… and the consequences of each. Your calf was tingling where his fingertips still connected with bare skin. 

Maker, you were tired of waiting. It was a sharp movement, the way you leaned forward in the captain’s chair and grasped him, hands nestling in the indents on each side of the helmet.

“I want this.” The whirling stars reflected in the glossy surface of his armour. He was breathing deeply, and you might have matched his inhales to your own. “I want you.”

Wide, tan hands curled over your own. And then he was standing, pulling him with you, ever so gently. Nothing from him, absolutely nothing. No conflict, no warring emotions, no confusion. Just quiet.

“Close your eyes.”

You did so immediately, still drawing warmth from the feeling of his hands against your own. 

Don’t you trust me? 

His words from earlier came floating back on a phantom wind. The answer, of course, was yes. Undoubtedly. Always. With anything. With your life… with your heart.

You almost whined when you sensed the distance he put between you. When his callouses slid against your palms. The cockpit door opened… and closed. It was silent for a long moment.

Quietly hyperventilating, you were rooted in place, staring into the endless darkness behind your eyelids. Nervousness trailed fingers up your spine and dug nails into your palms. You were so sure of this, sure of him, but there were aspects you hadn’t yet considered. 

Was this the right choice? Would it ruin the way things had been between you? What if, after seeing you… all of you, he decided there was something he didn’t like? What if he tired of you? What if you simply weren’t enough?

The door slid open sharply and you couldn’t help but jump at the sudden sound. Your entire body was buzzing, fear, adrenaline, desire.

Boot soles against durasteel brought you back to the present. You could sense him mere paces away. Why wouldn’t he come closer? 

You were wracked with a moment of self-consciousness, becoming hyperaware of the dress you wore, the way the circulated air brushed against your neck, arms, legs.

“So beautiful.” Din’s voice was husky in a way you had never heard before and instantly everything melted away. You may as well have been a puddle at his feet.

You felt him first against the backs of your hands, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, leaving goosebumps behind. He spun you slowly, so your back was resting against his breastplate. Starlight bled through your lids, creating the most pleasant kaleidoscope of colour. 

Confusion bled into bliss as he curled a hand around your neck, tugging back just slightly, careful to avoid the places that will still tender from when you were attacked. Always gentle. But then there was movement, a rustling, and something scratchy settled over your eyes, blocking out the aura of hyperspace. A blindfold. He tied it off with surprisingly nimble fingers at the back of your head.

You couldn’t help but exhale a light laugh. “You don’t trust me?”

But any humour evaporated into nothingness as you heard the faint hiss of a disengaged helmet. And a breath. A real, unmodulated breath. 

Maker, save you.

The first press of his lips against your neck absolutely undid you. They were soft, warm. You were barely holding yourself up anymore, pressed up against him, neck lolling back. Din’s deep voice traced the shell of your ear.

“I trust you mesh’la.” A hand splayed low on your stomach and travelled across to your waist. You could feel the ammunition on his belt digging into your spine. “But what I’m about to do might make you lose control a little…” He kissed you again, in the hollow of your collarbone. “…and I can’t take any chances.”

You might have exploded right then and there, in his arms. If you had, he likely would have pieced you together with open-mouthed kisses, back up the side of your neck and along the edge of your jaw. He would have spun you back to face him before finally giving you what you wanted.

Wait… perhaps you had exploded. Perhaps you were dead, all over the floor of the cockpit. Perhaps this was heaven. It sure felt like it, the way he claimed you like you were made for him. 

You moaned into his mouth, an absolutely pitiful sound and he answered it with his own, feral and animalistic. You weren’t able to see him, but stars, you could feel him. The bridge of an angular nose, rough stubble under your fingertips and as you dragged your hands upwards…

You laughed into the kiss, and he finally tore himself away. You were both out of breath.

“What?” he asked. Oh, he sounded flustered. Good.

You tugged on his hair for emphasis. “Curls… I knew it.”

And then he was laughing along with you, and without the helmet… it was magical.

But he was wearing so much, and you were wearing so little. You couldn’t tell if you loved it or hated it.

There was no guilt. Not a second of it as he blurred the lines of the creed he had remained loyal to for as long as he could remember. It was worth it. For even a second of this, it was worth it.

Din kissed you like he had always yearned to. This time hard, with no restraint. And you matched him, beat for beat, hands fisted in his hair. A livewire in his arms. Firm pulls on the unruly curls sent shivers down his neck and when you bit down lightly on his bottom lip, he twitched.

He was already painfully hard, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers. All the sexual experiences he had in the past were in pursuit of his own pleasure, transactional, simple. This was anything but.

The little sounds you made drove him crazy, sending jolts of pleasure through him as if you had actually touched him, grasped him through the rough weave of his flight suit. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep drawing those moans from you, to know that you were incoherent, past the point of words, because of him.

But when you reached for the buckle on his weapons belt, determinedly pulling on the strap to free it, his brain went completely fuzzy. How many times had he dreamed of this, imagined the way you would feel against him, over top of him, underneath him, around him. Somehow it was better… so much better than anything he might have conjured up in his mind. 

When you pulled away this time, he relished in the way you gasped for breath, lips parted, slightly swollen. You were tugging at him, skin positively feverish, and murmuring. “Please.” 

He stole your words from earlier. “Please what?... What do you want?”

“Something. Anything. Just touch me… please.”

He was going to go insane.

Din eased you back into the pilot’s chair and you went willingly, leaning into the worn leather. He had to stop for a moment, just to look at you, resplendent in silver and black. His seat might as well have been your throne. It was then that he noticed it, the delicate whorls of dark grey that adorned the silky fabric. He studied a piece of your skirt, running the fabric through his fingers… and smiled.

You were impatient, grasping at air while he stood just out of your reach. “Come back.” But he dropped to his knees instead. 

In the moment he knew that this was it for him… you were it, and he wanted to do it all right. Take it slow. Worship you thoroughly, the way you deserved. 

He grasped at your ankle first, the fabric sliding as he pressed a kiss to the inside of it. The armrest groaned under your nails; it was music to his ears. “Tell me if it’s too much…” He travelled upward with his lips, to your calf, eyes never leaving your face. “…or if you want me to stop.”

He reached the inside of your knee, and you were already panting. The fact that he had this effect on you… it was everything. His lips trailed up to your thigh next, the skirt parting even further to reveal the sheath tied there. It bore only one dagger now, the rusted one from Sorgan. Din had retrieved the vibroblade from the cobblestones in Canto Bight, though you seemed to have forgotten that you lost it. Could he blame you? You were more than a little distracted.

It was impossible to stop from smirking against your skin as he found the clasp for it, popping it free and carefully unwinding the leather from around your leg. He had some unholy ideas for how to use your knives… but now wasn’t the time for it.

You were bared to him now, legs spread wide, and he thought he might pass out at the sight of it. But when he reached for the waistband of your underwear you tensed, inhales growing sharp. Din paused.

You may have been able to use your mind tricks to read him, but Din had needed to become well versed in your behaviour and body language to be able to gauge your own emotions. And now he recognized your reaction for what it really was. You were nervous. He loved that too. 

But you had absolutely no reason to be… not around him. He ghosted his lips over your hip. He’d tell you. He’d show you.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

“How long?” The question hadn’t exactly been rhetorical, but he hadn’t expected you to actually ask. Nevertheless, he gave the absolute truth.

“Since the day I met you.” You huffed and he felt you relax again, a wry smile painting your lips. 

So he continued. “Since you fought beside me.” He tugged lightly on the elastic again, and this time, you lifted your hips for him. 

“Since you asked to stay with me.” 

You were so wet he thought he was going to die. All this time… all these months when you had tiptoed around each other, he could have had you up against the wall of the Crest, on the storage room floor, over the flight deck dashboard, on the ladder, in the fresher, on the cot. 

Fuck, he was an idiot.

But he had you now, and he intended to make every second worth it.

He kissed you at your apex, eyes always on your face, and you shivered, pressing your lips together in a tight line.

Din could tell you were holding back, and as he bit down lightly on the flesh of your thigh, just shy of where you wanted him most, you clapped a hand over your mouth to smother the sound of your moan. He paused once more to reach up and pry your fingers away, whispered your name.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.”

He left your fingers intertwined against the armrest, because he wanted to feel the way you would clutch him when he kissed you… 

There.

“Holy shit, Din.” You back bowed off the chair, and he had to place his other palm against your abdomen to keep you in place as he continued. Something about the way you said his name sent waves of pleasure through him, the seam of his pants adding friction to his already aching erection.

He ate like a man starved, feeding greedily on your gasps and moans and the way you tightened your hand under his own. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of you against his tongue and he wondered for a moment how—now that you were past the point of no return—he would ever get himself to stop.

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze, he looked up through his lashes at you again, and almost came at the sight before him. 

Your head was leaned back against the headrest and your lips were parted, chest rising and falling at uneven intervals. But you had started to roll your hips against him, seeking more pressure, more pleasure. He chuckled lightly, the vibrations making you sigh.

He’d always give you what you wanted.

Detangling your fingers was a herculean effort. With his freed hand, he hitched your leg up over his shoulder, and it rested comfortably between the cowl and his pauldron. Just like he had imagined.

He teased you for a bit… as if you even needed it. Truthfully, he enjoyed it, revelled in it, his control… your reactions. But when he finally slid a finger into you, he felt the way you tensed around him. His eyes almost rolled back at the sensation. But this was all about you. 

Slowly. He would have to take it very slowly.

“You still with me, cyare?” The Mando’a name flowed easily off his tongue. “You have to tell me how it feels.”

He moved just enough, curling his finger, and feeling you relax, a fraction, little by little. You were gripping at the armrests with both hands, loosing the most erotic little noises he had ever heard. He could get high off them, he thought.

“Keep going. Fuck, keep going.” Another jolt of ecstasy speared through him at the low sound of your voice, travelling straight to his cock, and he hadn’t realised just how close he was.

Just from this. Just from touching you, tasting you.

Din obliged your request and wondered whether he would even last a second once he was buried in you. Stars, the way you clenched around him… it was dangerous to imagine what it would feel like.

He fucked you with his hand, slow and lazy, brushing his thumb in circles around the place that had you cursing like a pirate.

Time may have melded together like that, out between the stars. It felt surreal that this was happening, after he had pined for you for so long. Real, not a dream. He repeated it in the back of his brain, afraid that if he stopped, if he forgot, he might wake up alone in his pile of blankets in the hull.

But he was finally convinced when you choked on his name, the sound urgent and desperate. Your back arched off the seat, and on instinct alone, he circled your waist to steady you.

“That’s it… I’ve got you.” 

You were half gasping, half whimpering through your orgasm. He held you through it all, as your body trembled through the come down, and as his own did too.

For a moment, your forehead found his, and you drank each other’s gasping breaths. He watched you, secretly, the entire time.

And when your hands reached for him greedily, he intercepted them by the wrists. “I don’t want to go to fast.” In all honesty, he was too embarrassed to tell you that he came in his pants just from listening to you moan. 

You pulled back, but he didn’t let you get far, cradling your jaw. You leaned into the touch. “I’m going to take my time with you.” That, however, was the absolute truth.

The sounds of the Crest came bleeding back in. He felt something rise up inside of him, an unstoppable force.

Those three words. He still wasn’t sure if you were ready to hear them. It took the strength of a Bantha to push them back down. 

Soon… soon he would tell you.

You were still partially in shock by the time you had finished in the fresher and made your way back up to the flight deck.

Yes, you had imagined it—more times than you would care to admit—but you never thought that it would be like that.

You were already aching for him again. How in the hell were you supposed to get anything productive done when any time you looked at him you would remember how his mouth had felt on you, how he had masterfully worked you through your release.

So screwed.

Voices filtered through the cockpit door as you made your way up the ladder and, still feeling shy, you pressed your ear to the door instead of entering.

The Mandalorian spoke in a low tone. “I’ve secured the bounty. I’m on route to Nevarro now.”

Karga’s enthusiastic voice was unmistakable. “Mando! See, I just knew you would be the one to do it.” There was a pause before he continued. “But you know, there’s a hunter from Corellia who claims he has it too.”

“Have I ever lied to you before?” That darkness, the kind he reserved for his work, sent a thrill back up your spine.

Karga laughed, the sound interspersed with static. “Well of course not! I just thought I’d let you know. Besides, word is you had help from someone… a partner, perhaps?”

Shit. Someone must have seen you together and reported it back.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, no! Your business is your business. But you know, Mando…

I think it’s about time I meet her.”

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“Your brother is quite the artist isn’t he?” You smiled widely while admiring the artwork that hung on the fridge, full of color and life that only a kid as talented as Will Byers could create.

Jonathan huffed out a short laugh, nodding his head as he came up beside you to look at the drawings that covered the appliance.

“Mom and I bought him that 72 pack of crayons for Christmas and he hasn’t stopped.” He told said as you turned to face him, a smile on your face.

“Your family is quite into the arts. Will draws. You take photos. El likes to write poetry. Your mom like to dance…or at least tries to. And Hop…”

You and Jonathan stared at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. Your forehead bumping into his chest as you two stood there laughing. His hands lingering over the small of your back, hoping to not get away from you so easily.

He started, stumbling a bit as his thoughts flowed, “He uhh…he likes to…Hop?”

You giggled even more at that, leaning your body towards him and not daring to move away, as you could feel his hand press deeper into your back, holding you.

“That’s horrible! You’ve turned him into an Easter bunny!” You chortled, wrapping your arms around his neck, staring at him full of joy and humor.

Both of his hands wrapped around your body, and he was hoping that you couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest at the closeness for the first time like this alone.

“Y’know what, he actually likes to sing…we all pretend to hate it, but he’s actually pretty good.” He informed you, making you smile up at him.

He looked so pretty. His eyes sparkling and the toothy grin that he reserved for only you. For some time, you thought all you had it all wrong, that he was just a boy you had to admire from a mile away, but little did you know he liked you just as much. For years, actually, and you both had done such a horrible job at hiding your feelings. It was crazy to everyone that it took this long for you to finally see it through.

“You’re staring.” Jonathan whispered, fingertips tapping against your skin, the feeling so simple yet everything to you.

You blinked quickly, shaking your head, “S-sorry.” you mumbled, while you painted an embarrassed smile on your face that Jonathan found endearing.

“No, it’s ok! You look so pretty staring, I couldn’t help it.” He assured you, one of his hands abruptly stopping its tapping and coming around to your face, brushing the stay pieces away.

For a while you and Jonathan had been playing cat and mouse ever since you two had known of the reciprocated feelings. You’d have him blushing as you brushed past him the halls, giving him a cheeky smile. He’d have you stumbling over your presentation, as you caught his eyes in history, mouthing “smart girl,” as you explained the stupid philosopher you were talking about.

But that was cat and mouse in front of everyone.

Now you two were finally alone.

No friends around to pester or whistle flirtatiously.

Just you and him.

“D-Do you wanna finally kiss?” You peeped softly, voice pitched up higher due to your impending nervousness.

His palm finally rested against your cheek, feeling the rushing blood under your skin, “Of course I want to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched, a relaxed smile coming onto your face now, as you and Jonathan took a moment to bask it in. The afternoon glow shimmering in from the kitchen window and the soft noise from the television that you two were watching minutes ago before you had wandered here.

Just a few more seconds of longing staring before he finally made the first move. Closing his eyes as he leaned in slowly, and your lashes fluttered with your lids as you followed suit. When your lips connect, a spark ignited between the two of you. So strong yet gentle, lips moving easily against one against as you tiptoed to get more of him.

With the two of you too caught up in lip locking, you hadn’t heard the front door open. Hopper and Joyce strolling in with their other two children who they had taken out for ice cream after the school day.

Will and El groaned, listening to their dad trailing behind him with their giggly mom as he sang, “I just want your extra time and your…”

The front door shut, and Joyce made kissy noises, filling the space of the song that had just been playing on the radio seconds ago.

Hopper pretended to play electric guitar, following the kids to the kitchen to further annoy them, “Kiss!”

Walking in on the right time, they gasped, while you and Jonathan pulled away, but not leaving each other’s arms.

“Uh…h-hi?” You squeaked, undoing your hands from his neck and twiddling your fingers at his family.

Joyce looked overjoyed, smiling widely as she waved at you, and giving Jonathan a thumbs up. Hopper looked to be just as happy, but a little more smug, with a knowing smile on his face. Then on time, of course, like the long-lost twins that Will and El were they spoke.

“Steve and Robin owe us fifty bucks!” They exclaimed, hooking arms as they ran to the phone and dialed the numbers of your friends.

You stiffed your laughter, as Jonathan squeezed your waist apologetically, “We—we’re gonna go now?” He said, taking your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Have fun, but not too much fun!” Joyce hollered, watching as you and Jonathan rushed out the front door and into his car.

You buckled in, waving bye to his little siblings who watched from the window with the telephone glued to their ears. He turned to you, starting the engine with a grin on his face, “I know a place where my family won’t impede on our lip locking.”

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss his lips before patting his cheek. “So where are we going?”

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Chapter Six: The Boutique | Series: What Color Am I?

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Series Masterlist: Click Here!

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39771066

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

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Lust at First Sight, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, LOTS of Oral, Fingerfucking, Play Fighting, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Biting, Spanking, Body Worship, Mentions of Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Voice Kink, Size Difference, References to Depression, Loneliness, Homesickness

Word Count: 9.3k+

A/N: Yay, a new update already! I'm excited for you all to meet the new character in this chapter, who is a very lovely trans woman! ❈

Happy Pride Month, my fellow space daddy enthusiasts! A special shout out to our leading man, Pedro Pascal, and his continuing support of LGBTQ+ rights. What a wonderful man ♡

Also, in case some of you want a visual, the dress you're wearing in this chapter is based off this: reference

A tingly sensation coaxes you awake. You feel hot and bothered for some reason, a familiar feeling already building between your legs. Then, you realize what's going on.

"Din." You say his name lightly into the morning air as you slowly wake up with your back against his chest. He's spooning you. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" He pretends like he has no idea that his hand has slipped between your legs, rubbing small circles over your clit. "I'm just resting my hand here."

"If you're going to do that," you lean back against him, feeling how hard he is, "you might as well rest your cock inside of me too."

"Naughty girl. Aren't you sore?" He dips his hand lower, pushing his fingers inside of you, drawing a moan from your lips.

"Not sore enough." You reach back, touching him with your hand. "I want you, please."

Din doesn't answer you. He just goes straight into action. He shifts slightly when he pulls his fingers out of you, replacing them with his cock. You nearly come from him thrusting himself into you, the angle hitting you so differently than yesterday. He grips onto your hips, guiding himself deeper into you.

"So warm and wet for me." He whispers in your ear. "Such a good girl, always ready to be fucked."

It's the morning and he's already making you go crazy again. Especially when he buries himself so deep inside of you, rubbing right up against that spot that makes you come every time he hits it roughly. You want him to start moving so badly, but he won't. He holds your hips in place with his hands and doesn't let you move either.

You really, really want him to move. "Please, Din."

"Not yet." His hot breath sends shivers all over your body while he kisses the nape of your neck. "I want to feel you come on my cock first."

You don't get why he won't move if that's what he wants but then he slips his hand back between your legs and it makes sense now. He wants you to come while his cock is resting inside of you so he can feel every part of your orgasm as it consumes you.

You stuff your face into the pillow as he rubs and pinches your clit between his fingers. His cock throbs inside of you, pressing firmly against that spot, teasing you but not enough to make you come like crazy. You're tensing up all around him, feeling so full, focusing in on the slow movements of his fingers against you.

Your orgasm builds just as slowly. There's no rush to it. He patiently touches you until you completely unravel, muffling your moans into your pillow. You're shaking all over, squeezing so tightly around him as your body tenses up and releases, the wave of pleasure waking you right up.

"That was good." He says, nibbling on your ear. "But we can do better than that."

Din starts marking up your back, distracting you from the way his other hand has moved up from your hip, cupping your breast. Then, he pinches both your clit and your nipple at the same time, making you scream from the sudden dual stimulation.

"Fuck, there we go." He growls against your back. "You clenched so hard around me. I need more from you, pretty girl."

You really do completely lock up every time he plays with your breasts at the same time as your clit. Your hips are swaying on their own too, your body wanting to push him further into you. He lets you use him like this to drive yourself into one of the most earth-shattering, full-body orgasms you've felt yet.

You can't even fully process the way it just hit you all over, the intensity firing every one of your nerves open. You get so out of breath from moaning his name, your lungs unable to keep up with all of your heavy breathing. Every muscle in your body is suddenly sore, like the pleasure awaken each one from a deep slumber. All the while, you're soaking wet between your legs from how hard you came all over his fingers and cock.

"Fuck, I'm dizzy." You let out in a slow, almost slurred voice. "Too good."

"Felt like it." He smiles against your shoulder blade. Then, he gently moves his hand up from your breasts to massage your back. "Do you want to stop now? Don't push yourself."

You shake your head. "You haven't fucked me yet. Don't hold back. I want you to come inside of me again."

"Are you sure? I don't have to." Din is kinder than he wants to let people know. The way he always makes sure you're not pressuring yourself in the slightest, the way he always checks in with you to see if you're feeling good and safe, the way he always gives you an out in case you aren't feeling up to it. He's just wonderful.

"Yes." You say cheerfully with all your consent. "Fuck me as hard as you want and then take good care of me after, Din."

"That's my girl. I'll take very good care of you." He gives the back of your head a light kiss before pulling out of you. "Get on your stomach and lift your hips for me."

You listen, rolling onto your stomach, propping your hips up with your knees bent. You feel his presence behind you and you wait in anticipation.

"Fuck, this is a perfect view." He spreads your folds with his thumbs, gripping your ass firmly with the rest of his hands. "All for me."

He leans down, taking one long lick up, making a delectable sound like he has tasted the most delicious thing in the galaxy. He lets out a long sigh.

"Can't believe it. I have such an amazing girl." You feel him press his cock up against you again, your body quivering with excitement. "Tell me if I'm too rough, okay?"

"I will. Just do whatever you want and I'll tell you if it's too much, I promise." You don't want him to keep holding in his desires for your sake. "You can smack my ass if you want. Dig your nails into my hips. Bite me while you fuck me. I wouldn't mind."

"Has my naughty girl been thinking about all of that?" He pairs his words with a light slap on your ass and it feels fucking perfect. "I'm never letting you go now. So fucking sexy, makes me want to ruin you."

"Then quit stalling." You're getting impatient and he knows it.

That's why he slams into you with a single stroke and you come on contact the moment his hips meet your ass. You don't get a moment to think as he continues to slam into you, forcing you to gush out from how much he's pounding against that spot deep inside of you. He grips your hips just like you wanted, so hard that he'll leave the indent of his hands in the dips. Whenever he feels like it, Din thrusts as far in as he can and smacks your ass. Your legs wobble at the feeling but you don't dare collapse, not when it feels this fucking good.

"Arm back, right now." He demands and you don’t hesitate, lifting your arm up for him to grab, tugging you until you're upright, holding you against his chest as he rams up into you at a completely new angle. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Good girl."

His arm comes around to grip your shoulder for leverage so you wrap your arms back around his neck to hold onto him. He keeps thrusting into you and you know he's getting close because his breaths are getting erratic so you whisper, "bite me when you come, Din."

You feel his teeth sink into the back of your neck as he finishes inside of you, spilling out so much that you can feel it dripping out of you. He then moves his hand back down between your legs, rubbing your clit raw until you come again. Then, he lets your body drop forward and you collapse onto the bed. He pulls out and does the same, laying down beside you, trying to recover from how hard he came too.

Somehow, some way, your hand finds his and you interlock his fingers with your own. You both lay there, holding hands, breathing like there's not enough air in the room for the both of you.

Then, Din says, his voice filled with worry all of a sudden, "will you be okay? We haven't used–"

"I have an implant." You tell him, squeezing his hand to comfort him. "They gave me one at a sanctuary I stayed at a few months ago. Just in case anyone ever–"

You don't say the last part but Din knows what you mean. "Never. That will never happen. I won’t let anyone ever harm you."

"That's my Mandalorian." You chuckle with all the warmth in your soul. "Always taking care of me."

"Someone has to." He flips onto his side to face you, brushing your hair out of your face. "You've been alone for so long with no one looking after you. I want to look after you."

You don't argue. You don't because you don't want to. You want this to be real so you say, "okay. I'd like that. I'll wash your back and you wash mine?"

You giggle and it draws a light laugh out of him too. "Deal."

❈❈❈❈❈❈

How have you completely consumed him like this? He can stare at you, laughing like this, for hours. A part of him wants to hurry to find your eyes, just so he can lift your visor up to look into them. In your own way, you too have a helmet on. A slim opaque black one, that shields only your eyes from view. He can see your expressions, your smile and your furrowed brows. He can see the way your nostrils flare when you inhale and the way your cheeks rise when you're about to talk. But not your eyes. Your eyes are a pure white, no reflection of anything back at him.

How would you look at him if you had your eyes? Would you show him how much you enjoy his company with just a simple look? He'd like that.

The morning goes by nicely. You both share the refresher again and Din pins you up against the tiled wall, fucking you until he knows you both have to leave. He loves the way you like to be taken roughly, how you tighten so much around him every time you come from his hard thrusts. You know exactly how to drive him wild, clinging onto him like that, moaning his name, begging to be bitten and smacked on the ass. He also loves the way you smile happily afterwards, kissing him all delighted as you come down from the high. Your hugs are filled with such appreciation and warmth that he can't help but want to hold you for as long as he can, just to prolong this warm feeling…

But, Din has a kid to rescue and he needs to get his head in the game. It's a bit difficult to focus though because where he has to take you is going to distract the fuck out of him.

When you've both settled into the Crest, he finally tells you the full plan. "We need to get you a dress."

You turn towards him, tilting your head in confusion. "I don't know why that's necessary, unless there's an event I need to sneak into?"

"The casino he's being held at is a high end establishment." Din hates the thought of having you in a sea full of people who have accrued their wealth through deadly means, but it's what needs to be done. "So we'll have to make sure you fit in. There's a few places in Canto Bight where we can pick something appropriate for you."

You chuckle at him. "Do you want to get robbed?"

"What?" He doesn't understand. Sure, the prices will be exorbitant but he already figured it would be.

You don't answer him right away. Instead, Din watches you shuffle through your bag, pulling out another journal that is different from the one he has seen before. Your mouth moves as you count the pages until you find the one you're looking for, handing it to him.

"Go here." You gesture for him to take the journal. On the page is the contact information and coordinates for someone named Cher. No surname, just Cher. "She owes me a favor and this seems like a fitting way to use it."

"Who is she?" Din notices that all the contacts in your journal don't have any identifying features. Some don't even have information. Instead, there are a few with random symbols he has never seen before. How were you supposed to read those entries?

"Are you snooping?" You hear him flipping through the pages. "If you're wondering, some people have coded info. Based on who they are, I know what I need to contact them. Cher isn't wanted by anyone, so her info is readily there. She owns a boutique in Canto Bight. We should go there and not waste all my credits on something that's going to have a one time use."

You weren't wrong. There was no reason for you to own such flashy formal wear, especially when you're supposed to be hiding. Putting you out into the world is risking someone realizing there's a bounty on your head but it's a risk you'll have to take for the kid. A risk Din does not like at all, but he punches in the coordinates to Cher's boutique regardless.

It is…not what he was expecting at all. You couldn't see it, but whoever this Cher person was had a lot of credits. Her boutique is a sleek multi-floor glass building with vines entrapping the entire space. She has her own lot for ships to park in while they shop. That's a bit much, but it's useful for Din right now. It's a discrete structure, which only makes him suspect that Cher deals with very questionable people. How do you know such a person?

"Where did you meet her?" Din asks you as you both walk towards the boutique.

You lower your voice to answer, "I used to smuggle stolen fabrics for her. That's how she made profits at the beginning and built her clothing empire."

Ah, now that makes a lot of sense. Cut costs on fabrics, profit more on the clothing until you gain notoriety and then prosper. Simple economics.

When you both enter the premises into a rather sparkly lobby, there are guards standing beside a body scanner. It's growing increasingly clear that they are not happy to see a Mandalorian in their store. But, all of that tension clears the moment an incredibly tall, dark-skinned, middle-aged woman comes rushing down the glass staircase, screaming, "is that really my darling!"

"Hello Cher." You give her a light wave as Cher barrels towards you. The moment she is in front of you, she picks you up in her arms like you weigh nothing, squeezing you tightly.

"You look incredible, darling." She presses two kisses on each of your cheeks. "Smelling fresh as always, making those dreary clothes seem palatable with how adorable you are."

"I wish I could say the same about you, but I'm sure you are more stunning than I'll ever be." You can't see that Cher is indeed a very attractive woman, wearing a silk black robe that is technically supposed to be a gown. Din wonders what you'd look like dressed in something so provocative. He tries not to entertain the thought too much because it will only make him more distracted than he already is.

"Why won't you just let me buy you a pair of eyes?" Cher's disappointment is present in her voice. "Then you could see how well-dressed I always am."

You let out a soft laugh. "You know I'd never settle for eyes that aren't my own."

"Well, if you ever find your eyes for sale, let me know and I will buy them for you." Cher pats your head endearingly. "You should accept gifts more often, darling."

"If you would like to give me anything, then I do need your help. I need a formal gown appropriate for a casino tonight." You lay out your needs in a straightforward manner. "Shoes too."

"Hair and makeup as well." Cher pinches your nose with a big grin on her face. "Can't have you bare-faced while you're wearing one of my exclusive pieces to whatever party you're attending with your rather brooding hunk of metal over there."

Cher points right at Din and you quickly explain, "he's on a job with me. We're chasing a bounty, splitting it half-way."

"Figured it was all business, no pleasure." She sighs, shaking her head. Then, she whispers to you, thinking Din can't hear it but he has enhanced hearing in the helmet, "I bet he's packing under that armor. Where do you always find these dashing people to do business with, darling? Everyone you bring by is always so fuckable."

"It's a secret." You whisper back, giggling lightly.

What the fuck does Cher mean by that? Din is taken back by the thought of you coming into this boutique with other people, all of which have to be equally as attractive as Cher if she believes they're fuckable. There's still so much about you that he has no idea about. He knows you haven't been with anyone else but…could you really have been oblivious this entire time to anyone else's advances?

"Well, Mr. Metallic," Cher calls out to him, "since you're a guest of my dearest darling, I will allow you to come in here wearing all of that."

She moves her hands in a circle, referring to his entire outfit. Then, she points right at his blaster.

"You shoot one bullet in my establishment and I will make you pay for the repairs." Cher warns him and he just nods his head. "Glad we have an understanding. Now, follow me you two. We won't have much time until nightfall."

The guards turn off the body scanner, allowing you and Din to pass without the alarms having to sound. Cher leads you both into a private glass elevator in the very back which goes to the top floor of her boutique. There are patrons shopping on every floor and the glass is one way, concealing you all from view, which must be purposeful. Cher must get a lot of exclusive customers whose identities need protecting.

When the glass doors open, it leads into a room filled with plants and flowers. The afternoon sun shines onto the entire space, making all the colors of the foliage pop. Din wishes you could see it because he knows you would appreciate it so much more than he can. Cher's assistants come to escort you to another room, presumably to grab your measurements and start the prep for tonight.

"You can wait over here." Cher guides Din to a lounge with a bar that has a droid attendant. Then, when she's close enough to him and you're off in the other room, she presses something against his side, asking, "so why are you really here, Mandalorian?"

Din glances downwards and Cher has a sharp blade right up against his side. He wasn't expecting that at all.

"Is she your bounty?" Cher pushes the blade closer, piercing through the fabric of his top, nearly grazing his skin underneath. "Because if you think I'm going to let you turn that angel of a girl in for the Empire to rip her eyes out again, you aren't leaving my boutique alive."

"No, she's not my bounty." Din pulls out his tracking fobs, showing Cher how none of them are blinking. "She's my employer. She hired me to find her eyes and we're tracking a lead together right now. Ask her yourself."

"Her eyes?" Cher seems surprised to hear that. "She's actually looking for them?"

"Yeah. Why? Is that strange?" Din is curious what Cher knows of you that you haven't elected to share with him.

"Not strange. Just…interesting. She has tried searching for them before but she never asked for help. There must be a reason she wants to find them now." She answers him and he believes she's telling the truth.

Do you have a reason you want your eyes, more than just wanting to see again? Din never really thought about whether or not something triggered your need to search for your eyes, but it makes sense. You may want to see but you don't need to in order to enjoy life, so could there be another reason you've asked him to help you find them? Is there…something you want to see? Or maybe, someone?

You met Din after already wanting to look for your eyes, so it isn't because of him. He doesn't know if that makes him feel weird or not. It doesn't sit right with him but he won't ask about it. You're allowed to have secrets, so he's not going to press for them.

"I guess so." Din shifts his body so that Cher remembers to pull her knife back. "Doesn't matter why she wants them. A job's a job."

Cher smirks at him and then goes, "she's quite the cute job, isn't she?"

Din is thankful that he has his helmet on because he's sure Cher would be able to tell from the look on his face that he agrees that you're cute. You're much more than just cute. You're fucking gorgeous and he can't take his eyes off of you.

"Don't get your hopes up." Cher pats him on the back, but then starts getting a little too touchy. "You wouldn't believe the people she's rejected. That girl is some kind of magnet. I blame the fact that she can't see how good-looking the people she meets are so she treats them like every other person. Let's just say, I had quite a fun time with her scraps. I wouldn't mind having a little fun with you later, if you want. I bet under all that armor, you've got quite the–"

"I don't fuck the people I work with, or their friends." Din firmly states before he steps away from her, putting a good amount of distance between him and her.

Cher lets out a hearty laugh. "You're as dry as I thought you'd be."

"Shouldn't you be helping her?" Din folds his arms, trying to seem visibly irritated.

"Right. You're here for a job, so I should get working." Cher flashes a devious smile at him. "I wonder if you can resist wanting to fuck her after I'm done with her."

That's all she says before she leaves to go attend to you. Din lets out a sigh of relief once he's alone again. He does not like such forward women, mainly because he just isn't much for flirting. He likes subtlety and enjoys his personal space. Though, he doesn't mind having you by his side, or the way you occasionally say tantalizing things to him.

He just likes you. He likes you…a lot.

Maybe a bit more than he should…

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You're sitting in a very cushy chair with a deep conditioning treatment in your hair when Cher comes back. She showed Din some place to hang around until you're done. You chuckle at the thought of a Mandalorian sitting in a lounge chair, patiently awaiting for you to get dressed up for a heist.

"So, what's the scoop on you and that Mandalorian?" Cher asks as she presses a fabric up against your back while her assistants paint your nails. She's probably deciding what would look best on you since she had nothing to reference. You've only ever worn plain clothes, both in style and color, since you didn't see them and could care less what you looked like.

"I hired him to help me find my eyes." You tell her honestly and she makes a sound like she has confirmed something in her own mind. "So we're really just here on business, as you said."

"When are you going to finally succumb to your desires, darling?" Cher places her hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. Then, she leans in, whispering in your ear, "I have offered plenty of times to be your first."

"You flatter me, Cher." You wave off her tease.

"You must live a little, my dearest." She sighs and you can hear her shake her head at you, the hair accessories she has on chiming as she does. "Can't have you spending the rest of your life on the run without running into someone's cock every now and then."

You hope she doesn't notice how you've clammed up a little at what she says, though she catches right away. Cher has known you since you became an adult so it wasn't surprising that she can tell when you're being a bit too quiet about something you'd normally laugh off.

"Oh my." There's definitely a smile on her face from the giddiness in her tone. "You fucked the Mandalorian."

"Cher!" You call out her name in a panic, making her laugh hysterically.

"I knew it." She says a bit too proudly. "Of all the people you've could've fucked over the years, it doesn't surprise me that you picked a mysterious man who is covered from head to toe. Did he have a good cock? I'm sure it's not as good as mine but from the way he held himself, I'm sure it was quite–"

"Please stop!" You scream, wanting to bury your face in your hands but her assistants are holding them firmly so that they can paint them. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“You are so fucking cute, darling. I just want to eat you up and you let him do it before me? I should be offended and kick you out for such disrespect but…” She sounds really happy as she says, “I know you picked him for a reason. He must make you feel good. No one has ever caught your eye before.”

“Probably because I’m blind.” You remind her, laughing at your own joke.

“Does he treat you well?” Cher asks in a protective tone. “Do I need to have a word with him?”

You know you shouldn’t admit it to anyone but you’ve already shared it with Luxor so it can’t hurt to also be honest with Cher. Maybe it’ll be nice to talk to someone about it that isn’t a married man who treats you like a daughter. “He treats me really well, Cher. Like, so well. It makes me nervous sometimes, not because he makes me worried or anything like that, just…I get anxious that I’m leaning on him too much.”

“You sound like you really like him.” She tells you what you’ve been afraid to admit out loud. Yeah, you do like him. You really like him…

“Is that bad?” You need the advice because you simply don’t know what to do.

“Of course not, darling. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings for someone.” Cher goes back to massaging your shoulders, instructing her assistants to grab some options for gowns since your nails are done. “Are you worried he doesn’t feel the same?”

You shrug and feel her hands against you as you do. “I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t.”

“You should mind. You can’t be giving your heart out like that. You’ll get hurt.” She pulls you up to your feet to go help you rinse out the treatment from your hair. She speaks up again when you’re seated under the faucet, her fingers massaging your head now. “You’re too sweet and kind to be chasing someone who you’re unsure feels the same.”

Are you unsure though? Din is rather affectionate with you and he has said so many sweet things to you that make you feel special.

“He said…he wants to look after me. He’s scared of losing me. He calls me his girl. I don’t know if that means he feels the same as I do but I feel like it’s enough for me right now to just have him as he is.” It’s true that you have no real idea if what you and Din have is ‘romance’ or if it’s just feelings of companionship that overlap with sexual intention but none of those labels really matter to you. You just want him and that’s enough for you. Will it always be enough? You hope so. You don’t want to get greedy and ruin everything.

Cher scrunches your hair with a towel, slowly drying it in her hands before grabbing a handheld dryer to get it the rest of the way dry. Once she feels like it’s nice and ready, she tells you softly, “you deserve someone who has your back and it sounds like he does. If he ever decides to hurt you in any way, call me and I’ll put a bounty on his head fat enough so the entire galaxy is out to hunt him.”

“You should be smarter with your credits, Cher.” You tease her but then say, “thank you for always being so sweet to me. I really do appreciate it.”

“It’s difficult not to spoil you when you’re so adorable, darling.” Cher kisses the top of your head affectionately. “Now let’s get you dressed and show you off to your Mandalorian. I’ll be sure to pick something easy to tear off later. Or maybe something easy to be fucked in? Decisions…decisions…"

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” You groan at her and she laughs happily at your dismay.

“Oh, this is the most fun I've had in weeks. Let me savor it.” She helps you up from your chair and then into another room.

After what feels like hours of being turned around millions of times to see the gowns you’re trying on, getting your face powdered and pressed with all sorts of products, having your hair clipped up and put down to test styles, Cher finally finds the perfect look for you. She even commissions a new visor to go with the outfit.

“You look incredible.” She tells you and you have to believe her because you have no idea what you look like. You can’t even imagine it based on how she describes it but you try your best to feel confident wearing it. Then, you wait as Cher goes to grab Din to show him that you’re ready to go.

You wonder what he thinks of your look.

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Finally, Din can stop pacing around the room, bored out of his mind waiting for you. Cher comes back and gives him a wide grin, like she’s up to something, which prompts him to go, “is there something I should be aware of?”

“You should be aware that our little darling told me that you two fucked.” Her words are so shocking that he audibly gasped, much to her amusement. “Oh, don’t act so surprised like I wouldn’t have figured it out. Not many people have the gall to reject me unless they’ve already got someone that strikes their fancy.”

You really told Cher that you and Din…that’s bold. He’s genuinely stunned that you would. He is curious what you said and how you told her though he bets that she presented it and you gave yourself away, like he did just now. He chooses not to comment and she puts her hands on her hips, annoyed.

“This is the part where you tell me that you do fancy her and that I shouldn’t have my men execute you in the back of the parking lot for tainting her innocence.” She is quite threatening, especially since she towers over him. She would even if she wasn’t wearing those heels.

Din thinks for the split second that he is allowed to. If Cher is asking him this right now, does that mean you admitted to her that he strikes your fancy? There’s no reason for her to ask this of him unless you felt the same and she was just trying to protect her friend from heartbreak. Have you truly given him your heart? That’s something that feels both believable and unbelievable at the same time.

He doesn’t dwell too much on your feelings because this is about his feelings. And what he feels is, “I have never felt this way about anyone before. I have such a strong urge to keep her safe and take care of her. I would never want her to be unhappy. If that’s what you call fancying someone then yes, I do feel that way about her.”

“Maybe you aren’t as dry as I thought.” Cher’s lips widen into a smirk. “A subtle romantic, you are, and good in bed. She deserves nothing less than that, so I suggest you continue to take care of her heart and her body or I will happily steal her from you.”

Now that is quite the threat. He simply nods in response and that’s good enough for her so she leads him into another room. This room is also filled with plants. Vines are growing up the glass walls and the sunset fills the room with a warm orange hue. It’s radiant but it’s nothing compared to you.

The moment Din sees you, he regrets ever making you do this because he doesn’t want anyone to see how fucking beautiful you look right now except for him. He takes a moment to look you up and down, soaking it all in. You have your hair pinned back with small clips that are the same shade as his beskar. They match your new visor, which has the same color and shine. Your lips are plump with a subtle gloss that brings out your natural lip color. Your skin is practically glowing. They must’ve applied cream all over your body and he wants to touch you so fucking bad. It would be so easy to with how your dress is wrapped on your body, leaving openings for him to slide his hand in to touch your breasts or between your legs. The gown is an off-white tone which would be considered plain but the fabric pops from the intricate floral details. The sheerness of the top layer puts so much dimension into the pearly notes, like you’re wearing every shade of pastel melted together into one harmonious tone. He cannot take his eyes off of the way the dress slits down the center of your body. The fabric drapes over your chest, exposing just the middle all the way down to right above your belly button. The dress is held securely there with lace before flaring out. There’s a daring cut that starts right between your thighs that cuts straight down and he knows if he just spread your legs a little more, he could bury his face there and go crazy. He is going crazy right now. This is torture.

“You look good.” He tries to stay as level-headed as he can. “Perfect for the job.”

“Thank you.” You smile all shyly, seeming a bit nervous. You shift slightly and that’s when he realizes your dress extends back into a cape as well that lays elegantly off your shoulders.

“Do you both need an escort to whichever casino you two need to get to? I have a driver who can take you.” Cher offers to give you two a ride there.

“That would be nice.” You answer for the both of you, presumably because it saves Din the trouble of having to find somewhere else to hide the Crest. “Would they be able to drop us off not directly on the property?”

“Of course, anything for my darling girl.” Cher takes your hand, helping you walk in those shiny metallic heels that make your legs look so fucking sexy as you go over to Din. She makes Din take your arm to help you balance and then she leans in, whispering in his ear too quietly for you to catch it, “the driver can’t see into the back of the vehicle. Just thought I should let you know, though I suggest not being too loud.”

“Thank you for your help.” Din says flatly back. He can see what she’s trying to imply and Cher gives him a gentle nudge and a big smile in response.

There isn’t a doubt in his mind right now. He can’t hold back, not after seeing you like this. He needs you. It’s impossible to control. He knows that the moment you two are alone again, he’s not taking his hands off you until you’re both at the casino.

He fucking hopes there’s traffic.

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You notice that Din has a very strong grip on your waist as you both walk towards the vehicle Cher called. It's a common transport vehicle that most of the wealthy use and the driver surprisingly doesn't get out of the car. Guess that makes sense since the back door opens automatically the moment you step in front of it. Din holds it open for you as you carefully get in, trying not to snag your dress on your heel.

It feels weird, getting into such a…fancy vehicle. Not like the Crest or any of the ships or other modes of transport you've taken haven't been nice, but this screams a kind of wealth that is definitely meant to be enjoyed by those with too many credits to spare.

You try to pick a place to sit but you can't decide between sitting in the back or on the side. The leather cushions are aligned in an L-shape and there's some sort of chest in between the seats on the side. Eventually, you get a bit too tired of wobbling around and you let Din guide you towards the back seat, where he's been sitting.

Though, you expected to be pulled down next to him, not on top of him. You've never straddled his lap while he was fully dressed like this and the cold beskar rubs up against your bare thighs. Shivers run through you and you don't know if that's bad or good. Probably bad because you should not be thinking of fucking a Mandalorian in the back of a transport vehicle that your friend paid for.

It seems like you aren't the only one with scandalous thoughts because Din slides his gloved hands beneath the fabric of your dress, pushing the skirt back to firmly grab your ass, pulling you to sit more forward on his lap. You bite your lip as you feel how hard he is under you, poking up through his pants.

"Do you feel it, my incredibly beautiful girl?" His voice is surprisingly sultry despite still wearing the helmet. "This is how much you affect me, especially when you look this gorgeous."

"You didn't say much back there." You note how quiet he was back at Cher's boutique.

"I was trying to keep it together or I would've fucked you in the elevator on the way back down to the lobby." His words are way too enticing. It's almost dizzying how you would've wanted him to try to get a quick fuck in, to see if he could make you come before the elevator hit the bottom floor.

"Is it bad to say that I'm sad you didn't?" You don't know what comes over you but you just have this intense need to keep fueling his desire. "Are you going to make up for not fucking me then?"

"Are you sure you won't get distracted after having me fill you up and possibly drip out of you while you walk around that casino?" He grinds up into you. You can feel that you are already wet enough to take him right now.

"I want you to. It's a good reminder that I'm yours, right? If every step I take, I feel you." You can't believe the words coming out of your mouth but your own arousal has completely washed over any sense of dignity you have. You just want to be taken by him.

Din moves one of his hands to the space between your legs, pressing up against your underwear with the leather. Then, he pushed the fabric aside, dragging his gloved fingers along your wetness before pulling away. "Fuck, if only you could see how your make my gloves glisten."

You hear him have a taste of you, licking his fingers beneath his helmet before settling his hand back between your legs. Why are you so eager for him to keep touching you with the rough leather of his gloves? There's just so much more texture to rub up against. You lean against the beskar on his shoulder, trying not to moan too much as he keeps playing with your folds between his fingers.

"Do you like the way it feels?" He asks you and you just nod against him in response. "What about it?"

"Different." You breathe out just that one word, unable to say much else as he circles around your clit, your mind getting lost in the feeling.

"Can you hold it in for me?" He tells you in such a gentle voice right as you're about to come. "Be a good girl and don't come just yet."

You tense up, holding back, not giving into the pleasure that you so desperately want. You manage to choke out the words, "okay, I won't until you tell me to."

He takes his hand off you then and you grip tightly onto his shoulders, your legs wanting to give out from how much you're straining them to stop yourself from exploding. Your heart is racing like you've just finished sparring for hours and you're desperate for some kind of friction. Anything. You just want to come but he asked you so kindly not to so you want to be good for him and listen.

"That's a good girl. Now, keep your head up, alright? No looking down, since I assume this new visor doesn't have a blackout mode." He confirms his suspicions when you nod. "Then, no peeking."

"I won't." You even squeeze your eyes shut for good measure. Then, you hear him unzip his pants and you try not to be too visibly excited. He guides himself up against you, pulling your underwear to the side, dragging the tip of his cock up and down the center before settling at your entrance.

Without another moment of delay, Din says, "use my cock and come as much as you want to now, my gorgeous girl."

You immediately sink down onto him and you bite onto the fabric of his shirt to stop yourself from screaming in pleasure as you drive his cock into you until you feel him right up against that spot that makes you see stars every time he thrusts that deep. "So full."

You need a moment to adjust to how thick he feels inside of you at this angle. Every little movement you make pushes him deeper inside of you and you're going to come from just trying to shift your body into a more comfortable position. You've never breathed so heavy in your life before, clinging onto his shoulders as you clench around his cock.

"I'm waiting for you to do something. You're stalling and we don't have much time." Din moves his hands back to grip your ass tightly, sliding you down onto him just a bit more. "Do you want me to take over?"

You shake your head. "I can do it."

You know it'll feel good for him to see you use his cock, since that's what he wanted you to do. So, you hold onto his shoulders steadily as you lift yourself up, pulling his cock out of you, feeling every inch as it slides out, before filling yourself back up with him. Your whole body shakes as you continue to do this over and over until you've found a pace that makes you come hard enough to lose yourself in the high. You keep up that rhythm, wanting to keep coming as much as you can. You can't say his name, since the driver might hear it, so you simply praise him instead.

"You make me feel so good." You quietly whisper against his helmet as you ride his cock. "You fill me up just right. So perfect, like you were meant for me. My Mandalorian, all mine."

Right after you say that, something switches in Din's mind. Maybe it was your words that got to him because he immediately takes over, slamming you down onto him. Once he's in control, you can no longer hold it in anymore. You're not the one slowly building yourself towards your orgasm anymore. The power shifts and he thrusts up into you, stealing your breath away and making your toes curl against your heels. You swore if he wasn't gripping onto your bare ass with his gloves digging into your flesh, he would've torn through the fabric of your dress by now. There's an obvious aggression in his movements but it's backed by a subtle need to remind you that you're his.

"Fucking perfect, looking so beautiful in this dress. Everyone will have their eyes on you but none of them will know that you've just been fucked by me, walking around with the reminder of me fucking you until you're a dripping wet mess." He pushes against your shoulder, forcing you to lean down as he starts fucking you at a new angle, making you throw your head back at the feeling. "That's it. Such a good girl, riding my cock so well. A sight just for me, all mine."

"I'm going to come–" You manage to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from accidentally shouting his name as your orgasm hits you. You tighten up around him, which is enough to make him thrust deeper inside of you, filling you up as he finishes too. Every pump of his release drowns you from the inside out with how hot and full it makes you feel.

The back of the escort vehicle echoes with raspy breaths as you and Din try to regain composure. He stays throbbing inside of you, wanting to keep you closer for a moment longer. You wrap your arms around him, snuggling up against the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you're growing to love. His hands move to fix your dress and then rub your back, whispering gentle words of affection as he does. "You did so well. I love coming with you like that. Nothing compares to that feeling of knowing you're enjoying it as much as I am. What a wonderful girl, giving me such warmth."

"You're quite the sweet talker." You tease him, chuckling into the fabric below his helmet.

"Would you prefer it if I didn't say anything and just groaned?" He throws banter back at you and you give him an even bigger squeeze in response.

"You really are a funny Mandalorian." You say cheerfully, wishing you could kiss him right now. You settle for kissing the side of his helmet, feeling the cold beskar on your lips.

Din helps you off of him and then quickly zips himself back up. As you are slowly getting used to, he also helps you clean up a bit, adjusting your dress and wiping away any sweat that may have messed up your look.

"Do I still look like a handsome man had his way with me?" You joke and Din actually let out a small laugh at that.

"Yes, but only I would know." He answers, patting you gently on the head before guiding you back to sit next to him. He leans your head against him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "You should close your eyes for a bit. It's going to be a long night."

"I had a very good night's rest already. I think I'll be okay." You opt not to sleep but you do take the chance to cuddle up close to him again. You put your hand out in front of his chest and he takes a hold of it with his. "I like your gloves. What color are they?"

"Black with orange-ish brown fingers." He describes them well enough for you to imagine. After a brief pause, he clears his throat and goes, "do you…want me to tell you the color of anything else? I'm not great at it but I can try to help you visualize whatever you want."

You can't help the smile that springs onto your face. He's…way too kind. You squeeze his hand out of pure happiness and ask, "do you know what color your hair is?"

"I think it's brown." He seems unsure. "I don't really look at myself all that much."

"Mmm, that makes sense." You can't imagine he'd take off the helmet to admire himself in the mirror.

"My eyes are brown too." He tells you rather shyly, like he’s making a confession. "At least, that's what someone told me once."

"Someone has seen you without the helmet?" You're surprised to hear this.

"Yeah…it wasn't great. I try not to think about it." He tenses up, like it was one of the most uncomfortable moments of his life. You bet it was. You feel bad that you prompted him to think of such a traumatic moment in his life.

"I'm sorry if I–"

"No, it's not your fault, soft girl." He interrupts you, patting your head gently. "I wanted to tell you about my eyes, I just didn't realize the memory attached to it, that's all."

"You don't have to tell me anymore, if you don't want to." You assure him that you don't need to know. "No matter what you look like, I'll still like you."

You sneak in a light confession there. It's okay if Din doesn't realize the weight of your words. You just wanted him to know how you felt, even if it was merely a passing comment.

You know deep down that the moment you do get to see him in his entirety, that's the moment you're going to truly fall in love with him. Until then, you'll hold onto this little crush, waiting for the day you can finally tell him he's handsome and have the sight to back up your claim.

That will be quite the day.

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No matter what you look like, I'll still like you. That's what you said to Din, that you like him. He knows it's probably just something you're saying because you're fond of him but it makes him feel better than when he came earlier. The kind of rush he feels when he knows you feel something for him, it washes over him like a gentle tidal wave, relaxing his aching muscles. It's crazy how much tension you can release from his body with just a single smile. He is so comfortable when he's next to you. He likes this feeling.

He likes… "I'm sure I'd say the same if our roles were reversed."

You let out a big, hearty laugh at his words, completely fixated on the alternative meaning of his words. "Imagine, me, a blind Mandalorian! Now that is an interesting thought. I wonder what my armor would look like. Hopefully as cool as yours must be."

"Your new visor is the same color as my armor." He won't say it but Cher is definitely worth the credits when it comes to clothing. She color-coordinated you to him perfectly, your accessories matching his armor all too well. She must've thought you two were going to the casino together.

"Really?" You touch the rim of your new visor. "We must look like quite the pair."

"Very much so." In an odd way, Din wishes he could etch this memory of the two of you into something to remember the way you looked tonight.

"Oh! Before I forget, Cher gave me this." You dig into your dress, pulling something out of a hidden pocket. "She told me to give it to you. What is it?"

You hand it to him and he takes it, looking right at…a small photograph of you. It takes Din a few moments to register it because he's so shocked. It's like you could read his mind.

Cher must have snapped the photo when you weren't paying attention because you're sitting on a stool, resting after having your makeup and hair all done. You have your head tilted back slightly and the sunset is illuminating your whole body while you're wearing a white silk robe. It's the definition of subtle elegance and for a moment, he wondered how different your life would be if you weren't on the run.

What would you be capable of if you just had the chance to live? Would you dress up every so often and go out to parties with Cher, helping her flirt her way around? Would you finally attend those dinners with Luxor and his family that you're invited to but are always too nervous to go to since he's a fugitive too? Could you…be happier if you weren't always looking over your shoulder?

The life Din has isn't easy and although having you by his side would make his life better, he can't help but think he might hold you back. He can offer you protection and a safe place to stay, but there's nothing more he can provide for you. He can't…take you out to parties like this. Right now, he'll have to sneak around and wait on the roof while you enter the premises. There's no scenario in which both of you could just be out and about, relaxing together. Your relationship stays behind closed doors and he can't imagine those opening anytime soon.

Are you okay with that? He's unsure and he doesn't like the feeling that's building in the pit of his stomach. It's unpleasant.

The fear of losing you is creeping back in…

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Din hasn't answered you yet. He's gone a little quiet, actually. Did Cher write him a threatening note or something? No…she wouldn't do that. Maybe it's about parking the Crest at her boutique, like a reminder to come pick it up eventually. That's what you assume.

But, you decide to ask again for good measure, "did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, I got caught up in the numbers." Din finally acknowledges you, tucking the tiny paper into his pocket. "It's just a receipt. Cher wanted me to know how many credits the outfit is worth."

"Must be expensive then." You flatten the fabric out a little, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips. It definitely seemed expensive. "I'll be sure not to beat it up too much in the casino. Let's go over the plan again."

The whole plan is pretty simple. Using both the earpiece and a tiny camera he stuck to the center of your visor, Din will be guiding you through the casino until you reach a bathroom at the other end. From there, you'll climb through the vents until you drop through into the main power room. You'll briefly flip the switch on the locks leading into the secret auction space and Din will take over from there while you find a way to escape. He'll free the kid with hopefully no disturbances and you can all go home safe and sound.

Everything would have been perfectly fine…if you didn't happen to run into someone you know a little too well.

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[jimipoo]

All yours.

prompt: Since your boyfriend is a dancer you thought it was a good idea to learn a TikTok dance with him and post it for fun. Until suddenly, everyone wants to take him from you and you are not pretty happy with it.

pairings: choreographer!jimin x oc

genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst (insecurity but its harmless)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: jimin is so sweet and flirty it makes u roll ur eyes, oc is emotional all the time lmfao but in conclusion, theyre that couple + they r domestic bc dats my fav trope

a/n: plots kinda lame but cute imo.. its jus something i randomly thought of as im scrollin thru tiktok bc i hav an addiction yay ^__^ plus i love this tiktok dance LOL anyway its my first ever fic, im nervous so pls tell me what u think about it :3 im still a beginner at writing so it might b messy and rushed >.< but aaa hope u enjoy hehe

if u have tiktok, u might kno about this ;) jus imagine jimin dancing to this song *screams and does a backflip*

It’s becoming increasingly rare for you and Jimin to be home at the same time these days. As much as you want to wait for him every night, draw him a warm bath after a long day of practicing at his dance studio for hours, you can’t. Because you'd be passed out by the time he got home. The only time you’d be able to see him is during mornings when both of you are getting ready for work, one or two kisses on the cheek and it’d be another long hours for the both of you to see each other again.

And you miss him, quite a lot actually. For being such a clingy and affectionate partner and all your texts for him being all “Baby, I miss you :(” you highly doubt that you would be able to survive a full week without at least feeling his presence.

Jimin misses you too, of course. But as much as he feels bad for not coming home early as usual, and as much as he wanted to see you home and eat dinner with you like before, his practicing/working hours needed to be extended for some time because this new choreography for this K-pop boy group is not as easy to master and he feels as if he running out of time. You’d understand though, you know how hard he’s been working and all you want to do is take care of him as you’d like. 

This Friday was one of those rare days. Jimin was able to finish everything he needed to do in his studio ahead of schedule and returned home with a takeout bag from your favorite restaurant. Just a little something to make up for the time you hadn't spent together in the previous weeks.

It’s 9pm and you were really tired. Your back hurts, your legs hurt, even your fingers hurt from all of the typing and note-taking you were doing the whole day. But at this point, all you really want to do is flop your now weak body on the bed, let your heavy eyelids close and drift you off to sleep, giving little to no care about changing from your work clothes which you are probably going to regret later on. You could say that today, specifically, has been a little rough on you. Your boss’ assistant turned out to be absent due to some sickness and because of that, you were the one who was assigned to take over most of her work. You thought it was just that, but during lunch, you accidentally bump someone and spill your mango juice on both of you. They were nice about it, saying that they had a spare shirt to change in their locker. However, you had to deal with the fact that your favorite dress shirt got a huge yellow stain that looked like someone had peed on you.

You thought it was just that, but it happened again. You then accidentally spilled the same mango juice on three of your papers, which you frantically fan with a thin notebook until someone offers you their mini hairdryer. It didn’t dry all the way, but it was enough to make the yellow splotch go away. Your overall summary of your day was just a pure mess, and you were just about to curse at the universe for making you suffer like this. 

Again, it’s 9pm and you were really tired. 

You wrap your hands around the doorknob, lazily pushing the door with your shoulder as you let out a sigh. A very familiar voice of a man immediately echoed through the apartment and you look up, only to see your favorite person, whose lips and eyes were formed into an upturned smile. You felt as if the heavy feeling in your body had been evaporated. 

You’d never expect to see Jimin at this hour being home earlier than you. He was placing some take-out boxes on the table and from what you’ve observed, it’s from your favorite restaurant. His brown hair was slightly ruffled and it looked like he’d just been woken up from a nap. You thought he looked adorable like that, his large, sleeved shirt that made his cute hands look like paws as he looks over to you with puppy eyes and that oh, so cute smile on his face. His crooked tooth peeking out a little. 

You immediately drop your things and tightly wrap your arms around his waist as if you hadn’t seen each other in a decade.

“Jimin!” you squeal, never letting go of his waist and you softly inhale as the smell of fresh laundry mixed with his scent hits through your nose. Your favorite.

“You really missed me that much, huh?” Jimin chuckles, his words slightly sounding heavy as he’d just woken up an hour ago. Bringing his right arm to place on your back, he pulls you closer to him.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in weeks,” your voice comes out a little muffled as your face is buried in his chest. You feel like crying, this week really has been pretty bad for you and finally getting to spend some time with your favorite person in the whole world has only been the good thing that’s happened. You try your best to let out a quiet sniffle, but Jimin heard it. 

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He immediately says, his voice laced with concern. “Baby..” he gently grabs your face to make you look up at him, his heart sinks when he sees you red-eyed and it’s clear that you were crying. 

“I’m sorry, today was just terrible, and,” you pause to sniffle, “I’m glad I came home to you.” you finished. You see Jimin looking at you with concern, “I know baby, I know.” he brings your face close to his chest again and embraces you tightly, placing his chin on top of your head as he sways both of you.

“I missed you too.” Jimin clarifies. “Let’s eat now, I’m hungry. Thank you for this.” you let go of his embrace, quickly helping set up the table and both of you take a seat, You start unwrapping your food and so does he, you take a huge bite and sigh in relief because finally, you haven’t eaten since lunchtime. You mentally thank god for having such a sweet boyfriend who never gets sick of you and your clingy-ness. Or maybe he is, he’s just good at hiding it. You thought. 

It’s 10pm and both of you are laying on the bed, your head comfortably rests against Jimin’s chest as his right arm tightly wraps around your shoulder for support, you could still smell his body wash as he had just gotten out of the shower after you. You’d trade everything if it meant you get to cuddle with him like this forever.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, looking over to your phone, curious to see what you’ve been watching on your phone because he noticed you’ve gone quiet and all he could hear was some music playing over and over again. The show playing on your shared TV had been long abandoned but neither of you feel like turning it off.

Jimin sees a woman, dancing to a song to what he guesses sung by an American artist named Doja Cat. “Oh wow, she’s good,” Jimin observed, being a dancer himself, he found the choreography pretty impressive, and if he were to learn it, he thinks he might even do it better. Or should he say, eat it up?

You start humming along with the song, suddenly, a light bulb in your brain lit up as you let out a gasp. Looking up at Jimin, he looks at you with curious eyes. “You think you can do this dance?” your lips form a smile.

“Who do you think I am?” he jokes, “I’m a dancer, of course, I can.”

“Do you wanna shoot a Tiktok video?”

“What do you mean, like, we dance to it?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, I think you’d look hot.”

Jimin’s lips tugged in a smirk, “Hot?” this earns a laugh from you. “Yes! I think I’ve gotten a hang of it though, it’s pretty easy.”

Spending time with your boyfriend is and will always be enough to charge your energy battery. Even if it meant forcing him to film and dance to this random video you found while mindlessly scrolling through Tiktok. This was exactly what you and Jimin needed after those long stressful weeks, especially after you had a bad day today at work. Jimin had always told you how dancing is like therapy, and for once, you agree. Because this is so fucking fun.

“How did you know all the steps already? I’m still struggling a little,” you pursed your lips at him.

“Okay, well, try to follow my moves,” he repeats the dance but slowly, so you could easily mimic his movement. You start getting a hang of it, and you can’t help the heat flowing across your cheeks as Jimin gives you praises and you think if he’s like this when he’s actually teaching a student.

But right now, you’re his student.

Luckily, it didn’t take you long enough to master this dance so you immediately press record on your phone and dance along to the song, but as you were dancing, you mess up one move, “Ahh! No!” you let out a giggle and Jimin does as well.

You couldn’t care less about messing up, since this was just purely out of fun, plus, you’ve always thought he’d look sexy dancing to this song.

Your phone finishes recording and you quickly grab it as it shows the preview, showing both of you dancing and you cringe at the sight of you dancing and notice how your moves were slightly delayed and undetailed, unlike Jimin who moves as if he was the one who choreographed this dance. It was clear who was the real dancer between the two of you, he wasn’t even giving his full best, and yet, it still leaves you stunned and blown away. Regardless, you were definitely right about Jimin looking sexy while dancing to this song.

“Damn, look at you move!” Jimin teases as he watches the video over your shoulder, “You can tell I was struggling,” you said in between giggles.

“You did great babe, you look cute.” he nudges you, rolling your eyes in which earns a chuckle from him.

“I’m gonna upload this so our friends could see how cute we are.” you quickly type in your caption: “Roped him into dancing to this song with me 😌 @ParkJimin” you hit post and you wait for it to load and show up in your feed.

“We’re that couple, huh?”

“We’re that couple.”

The following morning, you wake up to the continuous ding! sound echoing throughout your shared bedroom, you could’ve sworn that it was just a part of a weird dream you were currently having, but no, that sickeningly annoying sound was no other than from your own phone. As your brain begins to realize what was happening around you, your red eyes immediately shot open, quickly bringing your hand over to the bedside table to grab your phone, you try to move quietly as you realize that Jimin was still sleeping peacefully beside you. You quickly take a quick glance at him, making sure your shuffling didn’t wake him up.

You open your phone to see about 500 notifications from TikTok.

You sit up as you quickly unlock your phone, confused as to why you suddenly have that many amounts of notifications when all you do in that app was scroll through your For You Page for hours until you find that one funny video that will make you sob from extreme laughter. Did someone hack your account perhaps? Is it a virus? You try to rack your brain but you were still too sleepy to remember anything from last night, and your body is also, pretty sore.

The moment you open the app, it hits you.

You made a TikTok with your boyfriend and it blew up.

It had 10 million views, 3 million likes, and 100 thousand comments.

What.. the fuck? How?

You quickly tap on your video and went straight to the comments, you were immediately met with comments from people thirsting for Jimin, your boyfriend. Your eyes widen as you scroll through them, some of them were straight-up sexualizing him, and a lot of them were comments about how he was too pretty for you, and how odd that you guys are together. Some were even arguing that you guys are probably siblings. What is wrong with these people?

Instead of feeling angry, you felt your heart sink as you scroll more and insecurity gushes through you. You were never the type to feel upset over anything like this, but lately, you’ve been feeling very sensitive and you never even thought that this one video of you guys dancing will have an impact on people like this. You only posted this for fun, so why were they so mean to you? And what do they know about your relationship to judge you like that, plus the audacity to say nasty stuff about YOUR boyfriend? Are you really that ugly? Should you tell Jimin? Should you just delete it? What if people start blowing up your DMs? What if-

“Baby?”

You immediately turn your head to see Jimin who was now awake, puffy-eyed, and pursed lips as he looks up at you, his knotted eyebrows mimicking yours. “What’s wrong? Why were you looking at your phone so intensely?” he innocently asks. You don’t say anything and just showed your phone to him, his eyes immediately squint from the brightness and the blurriness, realizing he still can’t see what you were showing to him, he swiftly turns to grab his eyeglasses from his side’s bedside table, he puts it on. All he sees are comments, but he’s confused. “What is that?”

“Our little TikTok video blew up, and people are being mean for some reason,” you answer.

“Huh? Wh-what do you mean?” he’s still confused, the drowsiness was still preventing him to be aware of what’s currently happening. “It went viral, I mean,” you look through the comments again with a scowl on your face and Jimin sits up, scooting closer to look over your phone. Suddenly, the realization hits him like a truck. “We’re famous?!” is what his first response was.

This made you laugh, “More like, you’re famous,” you hold up your phone to his face, “Everyone is hating on me. Look at these.”

You see his eyes quickly scan through the screen, a divot slowly beginning to form between his eyebrows as he begins to scroll. Suddenly, he grabs his phone from your hand, his thumbs were moving very quickly and you realize that he was replying to one of the comments, you saw his finger tap the send button. “Hey!” You grab your phone from his hands.

user1: There’s no way this pretty guy is with this.. whew anyways 😳

user2 replied: right like..

user3 replied: omg fr hes too pretty for her, look at the way he moves too

user4 replied: why u guys so mean theyre cute :/

user5 replied to user4: naur the girl ruining the video with her dancing lmfao

user3 replied to user5: BYEEEMFMGM

user2 replied to user5: FRR DOE LMAOOO i want a seperate video of him dancing woman he fine as helllll😩

YN replied: lol ok at least I get to suck his dick <3

Your eyes widens at his comment and you let out a gasp, “Jimin!” you slap his shoulder, to which he laughs. “What? It’s true! I’m just telling them who really owns me.” he rubs his shoulder, “That hurt, by the way.”

“Who really owns you?” this made your eyebrows rise and your mouth formed into an amused grin, you let out a laugh.

“Yeah, baby. I’m all yours. Always has been.” he clarifies with that shit-eating grin he sports everytime he acts all cocky and flirty around you. You playfully roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that it still has an effect on you, it’s one of the things that made you fall for him, anyway.

“Now,” he grabs your phone once again and places it on the bed, but this time you don’t react. You watch him bring one of his legs over yours and sits on your lap so his legs were on either side of yours. A smirk visibly formed on his pretty puffy lips.

“We’ll deal with those people later, they don’t know what they’re talking about. For now, let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“Oh and,” he adds, “You look really sexy when you dance.”

“Oh, really now, Park Jimin?"