#very accurate hehehe

[crimsonthehuman]

My gender is no longer in the depths of angst and is unbothered by most people

Okay I love that actuallyyy

@bumblecow @/anyone and any moots I didn't tag bc idk if you like tag games!!

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

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tabibi habibi

[skitskatdacat63]

Can we talk about these please????

[sysig]

By the skin of your teeth (Patreon)

[ded-inside-anonymous]

OH MY GOSH NO WONDER PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OF COLORS-- THEY'RE CALLED COLOR SCHEMES

[givemaycoffee]

Oops. Forgot a message. Happy Easter, friend 💐

🥰🌱🌼 Thank you for the lovely gift. And Happy Spring! I love this time of year.

Extremely excited to be more important than ever with you 😌❤️ So close to the full rainbow

[tonariofjananda]

USERNAME CHANGED FROM FUSHI-THE-IMMORTAL, I CANT BELIEVE THIS WAS AVAILABLE ✌️

[elviehun]

I mean I was going for the Chariot with DD but man this is so much better 🕷😂

i know im not crazy

[nocturnalcharm]

NSFW Alphabet (Logan Howlett)

𐙚 cw: everything nsfw that you can imagine. i made logan SO fucking horny lol 𐙚 a/n: all of these are just my ~opinions~ so feel free to disagree w me lol also maybe a lil self indulgent so probs not v accurate to wolvie but its alr :,) 18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

— he helps clean you up, considering he goes like 4 fucking rounds and by the end of it, you can barely walk. helps you to the bathroom n all hehe

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

— hmm.. feel like his favorite body part on himself is his arms. and on you it’s your ass. he’s def an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— so sorry but he cums a LOT. like a fuckton of cum, no pun intended.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— he works out, not just bc of his job etc, but bc he likes to be able to throw you around like a ragdoll ohmygoshhh.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

—mhmm yes maam. he knows exactly what he’s doing, very experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

— rly likes standing up, holding you under your legs. ALSO doggy and he pulls your hair, so your back is arched. ALSO ALSO,, missionary bc he likes to see your face

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

— def serious. never goofy. maaaybe if yall are drunk he’d be less serious but other than that.. nah.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— he’s hairy for sureee. very hairy. keeps it tidy for you tho.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

— hahaha.. not romantic. he’s dominant and rough and mean. talks dirty, slaps, chokes

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— tbh, feel like he doesn’t masturbate. like he’d 100% rather fuck you, and if he can’t, he’d rather just wait til he can.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

— dirty talk, spanking, lil bit of bdsm, likes to handcuff you sometimes, i could go on..

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

— bed or shower. he likes the shower for easy cleanup heheh. but tbh will fuck you anywhere if he’s horny enough

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

— lingerie. and when you sit on his lap!! also when you touch him a lot in public, doesn’t even have to be dirty, just like holding his arm, rubbing his back,,,, oof

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— cuckholding. he’s way too possessive and jealous. not that you’d want another man to fuck you bc he does such a good job.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

— definitely likes eating pussy. feel like he can cum JUST from eating you out. you love sucking his dick too though. 69 often.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

— starts out nice & slow, so you can get used to his cock, but once you’re good, he is a fucking jackhammer; rough and fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

— i feel like he fucks whenever and wherever he can, no matter the time limit. he is horny. like all the time. so yeah he likes quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

— likes to experiment. normally it’s you bringing up a new idea and he’s always down to try it, but if he’s not a fan, he will tell you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— oof.. multiple rounds. that man has STAMINA. like 3-4 rounds, or more depending on his day. typically ends with you begging for him to cum bc you can’t take anymore.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

— he doesn’t care for toys, just prefers you and him alone together. but wouldn’t be opposed to trying it if you really wanted to try something

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— he loves to tease you; loves to watch you squirm just from his words

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

— he definitely does dirty talk and isn’t against moaning/grunting but he’s not loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

— just imagining you in the middle of fucking and you ask him to slap you, and he’s a lil hesitant at first bc he doesn’t want to hurt you but you both end up liking it ughhh

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

— he’s big girl… very girthy, and like 8 inches long.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

— HIIIGH. extremely high. can go multiple rounds, but it’s good bc you can too

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— he falls asleep like right after, soon as he and you are cleaned up, he’s knocked out

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boynextdoor fic recommendations (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

— a collection of works i have enjoyed ! warning ! contains nsfw 18+ works, minors plz do not read smut fics

key : ✿ - fluff / ✦ - angst / ✸ - smut

ot6 : ➜ bnd as male leads ✿ - @000-pawz ﹟this is something straight out of a k-drama !! (っ- ‸ - ς) the little details are so adorable and each and every one gives me butterflies hehehe

➜ bnd's fav spots to be kissed ✿ - @blumisiu ﹟ something short and sweet and so! cute! i admit that i giggled while reading it :p like i need to kiss leehans' dimples sooo bad D:

➜ arguments w/ bnd ✦ , ✿ - @byeuijoo ﹟ this fic filled the bnd sized hole in my heart perfectly ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ the during and after was so perfect ! it's also written so accurately, u really took in account all their personalities -v-

sungho : ➜ quicksand ✦ - @loserlvrss ﹟ i always have and will continue to rave about this fic because it's just so !! the descriptions, the metaphors, the everything!!! the image it paints in your mind is so crazy ?! tears streaming down my face everytime i read it (which is very often)

➜ satin ✿ , ✸ - @gluion ﹟ firstly, THE VISUALIZATION!! just imagine prettiest boy sungho bedazzled in bows... ok now that that's out of the way, this was soooooo soft and adorable !! i literally was drooling while reading heheh i <3 yeppi

riwoo : ➜ tell me a story ✦ , ✿ - @blumisiu ﹟ spidey-riwoo!! the chronicles of spidey-riwoo have my heart heheh <3 being spiderman's girlfriend is indeed very hard, especially when you just find out after ages of dating him! this was so sweet and had my heart hurting !! spidey-riwoo is so underrated

➜ evening glow ✿ - @loserlvrss ﹟ my lovely soph... how do you always eat with every single one of ur fics!! this was just incredibly adorable, the concept of a first date with somebody you already know like the back of ur hand!! i think riwoo is the sweetest dude ever and to go on a date with him!! yeah i'm gone.

jaehyun : ➜ solace ✿ , ✦ , ✸ - @000-pawz ﹟ such a soft and cute fluffy fic !! >o< i need him in my arms and to spoil him so badly D: softie myungjae is the best thing ever omg. plz let me make u feel good !!

➜ blossom ✿ , ✦ - @riizegasm ﹟ i don't usually like royalty fics but the princess and prince concept was written way too cute !! the progression of their relationship is so lovely and the minor angst part was !!!

taesan : ➜ between the lines ✿ , ✦ - @blissfullsvn ﹟ omg enemies to lovers is so good but academic rivals to lovers is my number 1!! the fact that he cares D: so devastating... this was such a cute little trope heheheh and it was written so well (ㅠㅠ) !! i need him to take care of me lol

➜ your arms are my sanctuary ✿ , ✦ - @chewnotchoke ﹟ ohhhh i'm a SUCKER for angst with a happy ending hehe !! this was written with the intention to make me cry !! the ending was just so cute and sweet, i think it is very accurate that taesan can get pent up with anger, but he's just an angel!

leehan : ➜ moving to busan ✿ , ✦ (kinda) - @lionhanie ﹟ the mood and storytelling created throughout this fic was so detailed and i felt like i was seeing handsome surfer boy leehan irl hehe !! this fic evoked such deep emotions that are just so relatable!! this is very well written :D

➜ wasted ✦ , ✸ - @hornychristianprincess ﹟ this is a three part series !! it's so relatable and so realistic !! another promise of "i won't fall for him" and we all know how that ends :D i love seeing leehan written as a jerk (sorry bae) + the emotions are so raw and so real and the smut is 10/10. a read that'll definitely have u hooked !

woonhak : ➜ not so secret ✿ - @byeuijoo ﹟ a little secret but i always go back and reread this cause it's just too cute and woonhak is written so perfectly !! the childish romance cliche teenage relationship is mwah chefs kiss .! and the hiding from the others is just so cozy and cute.

➜ build-a-bear ✿ , ✦ - @taesanluv3r ﹟ every woonhak fic is so flipping adorable !! cries !! the little fight then him sneaking off to get a gift :< my fav trope is when woonhak gets teased to hell and back hehehe

[bugs1nmybrain]

Shigaraki With a Girlfriend Headcanons

Warnings: fem reader as title suggests, sex, dub-con/non-con, shigaraki isn't healthy, fluffy if you can get past the darkish content, domestic abuse themes, misogynistic Tomura, anal mention, a lot of headcanons, typos but i don't have time to fix them right now

18+ Minors Don't Interact

Mellows out more, especially if he's around you and you alone

When Shigaraki has you around others he can get a bit cocky. He likes showing off his cute little girlfriend and how he's got such a cutie absolutely obsessed with him

When it's only you and him he's kind of domestic, surprisingly. You'll find him often coming up to cuddle you or touch you somehow and drag you to play games with him. Or more accurately you watch him game while he kisses and bites your neck

He likes doing cheesy couple things you'll come to find, such as going for walks, movies, out to eat, or just cuddle in bed for a while

That said, he's actually very cuddly once he's sure he can control touching you. If you're immune to his quirk, he'll still doubt it for a while and will touch you as if he's touching a hot stove. Once he knows you won't crumble, you won't be able to get him off of you

And if you aren't immune, those gloves that the doctor gave him as a child will make a comeback

He sort of doesn't even believe he has a GIRLFRIEND?!?! Makes him cackle and giggle sometimes

You can draw those cackles out by kissing his face and letting him touch you however he wants

He's horny so very horny

He's never had someone touch him so lovingly. He loves it. He loves that you love him.

As codependent as it is, you're pretty much the only thing he loves. That, and video games. And yes, he respects and appreciates his comrades. But love, as in genuinely caring for someone and wanting to see them happy? Only you

His temper is short and it's easy to piss him off but he sort of teaches himself a "count to 10" thing for you. He doesn't actually want to hurt you or your feelings. Though he'll admit, seeing your eyes water when he does something bad makes that sick, evil part of him smile

He can get carried away during sex. He's actually very eager to please you and make you beg for him. It wouldn't be fun if you didn't crave his cock, right?

He oversteps boundaries sometimes and will be very pushy. You'll have to speak up, but even then he might banter with you, "come onnn..but you're so pretty thoughhh~"

After the fact he'll pull you into snuggle and sleep with him. He considers that his act of redemption.

In case it didn't dawn on you, he's evil

He's able to be down to earth with you too and will open up about things he'd never tell others with you. He trusts you

His mommy issues may get taken out on you sometimes, and not even just in the sexy way. He can get very pouty and bratty with you or even just needy for attention.

He loves you sooo much. I've said that, but for real. His version of love is sick and maybe it's better to say that he's obsessed with you. He wants you all the time, and wants you to be his and his ONLY.

That said, he's the boyfriend who goes through phones. He paid attention when you put in your password while he was around you. He'll look through your messages to make sure there's no guys or funny people. He'll turn on location features while you're unaware so he can check on your location when he's not with you.

He'll look through your porn history too but he most likely won't be mad at anything he sees. It'll just make him horny and he'll pester you with questions. "Hehe you're into that?!" "Would it make you ooey gooey if I did that to you?" "Nasty whore hehehe."

Will take pictures of you without your permission, lewd or just innocent. He misses you when you're away and likes to look at them.

He doesn't show them to people except that one time he did let Dabi see a filthy video he took once while you and him were fucking. Dabi questioned his sexual abilities, so naturally he had to prove him wrong.

If anyone disrespected you the only person who could stop him is you, to be honest. He won't tolerate it and will absolutely hurt someone in your honor.

If anyone tried to take advantage of you or hurt you, bye bye

Doubts himself a lot and makes you feel guilty for it. He'll pester you. Is he good enough for you? Do you not love him? Is he ugly? Is his dick too small? He's too crazy for you right? Too bad? Too damaged? There's no way you love him, you lying bitch!

He's kind of misogynistic. Mansplains. Complains about how women accuse men of shit that "they don't do" and then does said things

Period specific hc: didn't take your period cramps seriously at first because he couldn't fathom how they were that bad. He thought you were being dramatic. It only took him taking you around his buddies and you absolutely dying in pain the entire time. He actually felt bad.

Sometimes he'll even give you the princess treatment. Spoil you with kisses, cuddles, and games. He'll bring some snacks too. Maybe pull you into the shower if he's smelly that day.

Boobies guy. But also loves butts. Actually, he can't pick. Because he loves sucking on titties but also likes putting his dick up your ass (when you let him lol). He loves your body so much, but he's not THAT shallow. It's the fact that it's YOUR body on YOU, attached to your cute facial expressions, and your cute lil heart.

Sex with him varies. It can be pretty sexy and sensual, actually. You'd be surprised how much Tomura just wants some genuine love and affection. But it can also very easily be rough and animalistic

All that hate and rage inside Tomura gets taken out on your wet pussy. You'll be sore. He'll say sorry and buy you a coffee later to atone for his sins.

If you want him to brush his teeth, you have to take him with you. If you treat it as a ☆bonding time☆between you and him, he'll do it. Otherwise, Tomura doesn't even remember most of the time. His breath smells. It's bad sometimes. When he flosses once every 6 months there's a pool of blood in the sink. Probably has gum disease.

Collects figures! And he'll never demand that you buy him things but if you did he'd be super embarrassed, but also grateful. He'll probably just hide his face and mutter a little.."thank yew". But the fact that you care about him like that makes his heart HURT

These love feelings confuse him because he fucking HATES how tight his chest feels and how heavy his bones and foggy his head is when he finds himself adoring you so damn much. He also adoressss you. You're his one and only and his only reason for ever doing anything generous to anybody. If he wasn't so fucking stubborn you'd probably be enough to "save" him

[mieczyslawsravenclaw]

Best Friends, Is That All? - Stiles Stilinski

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•Pairing - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Just a regular ride in Stilesʼ jeep…Or it would be, if the love-struck fool could stop asking you how you feel about him. Guess someone's got a different kind of ride in mind...

•Warnings/Content - Pretty much all bases covered, they definitely fuck, tons of begging and mentions of markings and scratching, they use a condom bc SAFETY, oral oral lots of oral, TONS of petnames sorry its cheesy ik but I canʼt help it, lots of praise too bc thatʼs tasty, oh yeah and boys whimpering bc thatʼs just hot asf, they're in love so it's a little fluffier but still VERY spicy

•Word Count - 4.5k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - As always, just want to write about the spicy ideas I get from having spicy dreams, I feel like this oneʼs a little better than the last one but who knows? >_< /// (YA'LL I EXPECTED LIKE 4 LIKES ON MY SPENCER BLURB AND I GOT OVER 200 TY????? WTF???? )

•Additional Tags - they fuck in the jeep!, stiles is a whore for begging, theyʼre obsessed with eachother ffs, Switch!Stiles but mostly Sub!Stiles, he talks her through it UGH YES, CONSENT IS KEY, heʼs okay with whatever even if that means he doesnʼt get laid, Stiles is one cocky SOB with BDE and just a big dick oops, theyʼre for sure gonna fuck again before the night is over hehehe

“Do you get nervous?ˮ

The question takes me by surprise - Up until now, it had been a normal, routine drive with Stiles, albeit more fidgety than usual from his side. But once the question has left his lips, heʼs even more so, if thatʼs possible.

“Do I…yeah, definitely. Of course I do.ˮ I quirk my eyebrow at him; Heʼs avoiding my eyeline, focused far too much on the road ahead.

Something else, another question maybe, passes his lips, but itʼs far too quiet for me to catch. The poor thing is redder than a tomato, tapping his hands on the wheel as he starts to drive just a little faster unknowingly.

“Huh?ˮ

“A-About…M-mmmmm.ˮ Stiles stutters, dragging out his thought. The jeep seems to follow its driver, stuttering a bit on the road as he pushes the pedal down further.

“Sti, are you okay?ˮ

“Nervous.ˮ He repeats the word like heʼs reading it from a dictionary, not like heʼs using it as a self description. Weʼre getting further into the back roads now, and if I didnʼt know any better, Iʼd think he was bringing me out here to kill me or something.

“Pull over a sec, yeah?ˮ

He nods, bringing the jeep to a crawl along a forest road that could more accurately be called a trail, if anything. The silence is filled only by the bumping of the tires on the gravel, until we reach a stopping point, surrounded by nothing but trees for miles.

“Whatʼs eating at you, Stilinski?ˮ I turn in my seat, eyeing him in the mid-day light. Filtered through the jeepʼs dusty windows, he looks like a modern god, and my heart can hardly take it. Iʼve loved this poor boy a long time, but Iʼve never been brave enough to say it. And now, weʼre all alone in the woods for who knows what reason, and Iʼm more nervous than ever.

“Dʼyou ever get nervous…about me?ˮ He manages, his eyes squeezing shut and his fists clenching tight. He lets out a huge breath, then continues in a ramble, “God, I canʼt believe I even just asked that. Holy shit. I mean, you make me so nervous. Dʼyou know that? Youʼre my best friend, and you make me so nervous I feel like I canʼt even breathe, I want you to just reach over and break the distance between us and give in and just take me. God-ˮ

“Sti.ˮ It comes out half-choked. The lump in my throat swells - oh, my god, he likes me too? - as I scoot ever closer to him.

“Oh, of course not,ˮ He sighs, eyes still closed. He doesnʼt see me shift again, within touching distance, he just keeps on with his nervous blabber. “I mean, someone as beautiful as you with a guy like me? Come on, Stiles, get real.ˮ

“Stiles. Look at me, damn it.ˮ Hands shaking, Iʼm reaching over to touch him when he listens to me, turning and looking all in one motion.

“Oh, hi there.ˮ He blurts, flushing crimson.

“Yes, I get nervous about you, too.ˮ I can hardly believe Iʼm uttering the words. But my fear is trumped by the desperate need for him, right here and right now. I canʼt believe of all times and places, this is where itʼs gonna happen, but I donʼt quite care at the same point, either.

“You do?ˮ

“Stiles, I can barely contain myself around you. These past few months especially, I just-ˮ My reaching hands are still hanging near him, and he notices, finally, taking them in his own. I let out a shaking breath, closing my own eyes in desperate need to escape his searching gaze that sends my pulse skyrocketing. “You-Youʼre everything, do you know that? Iʼve wanted to tell you for so long, but I didnʼt think youʼd even look at me like that, I just thought-ˮ

“Best friends, nothing more?ˮ He chuckles softly, and I can sense the way his lips curl, not even needing to see it to know it. “Yeah, sounds familiar. Hey, look at me. I like you, you idiot.ˮ

My eyes open at the last few words, and seeing it straight from his mouth makes me lose myself for a moment. All I can do is blankly stare, my stomach doing flips. He likes me, he likes me, he likes me!

“Can you say something?ˮ He groans, eyes flicking between my own and down to my mouth. “Like, maybe confirm to me that you like me back? I mean, you kinda said as much, but I just really wanna hear you say it. Can you say it? Is that okay? Youʼre killing me, here-ˮ

“I like you too. Of course I do, who wouldnʼt?ˮ

“You do. For sure? Not just tryna pity me, are you?ˮ He quips, but itʼs clearly halfhearted.

“I really like you, dumbass.ˮ I move closer, dying for something to happen. Anything.

“Are you gonna kiss me now? Or am I gonna kiss you? Somebodyʼs gotta kiss somebody here, or Iʼm gonna lose it. Please, Iʼm begging you.ˮ

“Oh, youʼre begging me now?ˮ I smirk.

“Absolutely I am. If we were outside Iʼd be on my knees for you. Please, just fucking-ˮ He lets go of my hands, reaching for my waist as I grab at his collar.

We meld like itʼs second nature, lips forming together with a satisfied groan from Stiles that makes my legs weak. Somehow, I climb onto him in this cramped little jeep, bumping the steering wheel with my ass. He laughs, almost immediately going back to kissing me, a bit harder now. Itʼs clear in the way I grind my hips down to him with what I feel rising back to meet me that this is gonna take up a lot of our time together today.

I wonder for a moment if anyone will assume what weʼve gotten up to. Of course, Allison knows how I feel about Stiles, Iʼve told her a million times. I wonder if heʼs told Scott. Iʼm sure he has.

“Youʼre thinking too much,ˮ He growls, biting my lip. I moan back. “Thatʼs a lot coming from me,ˮ Another kiss, coming down my jaw now as I catch my breath. “I know. But…what can I do to get your mind back to me, hmm?ˮ

“That. Keep doing that.ˮ My hands tangle in the back of his hair, the tousled sort-of-waves that have grown out as of late being tugged as he nips at my neck.

“You want me to keep begging for you too?ˮ He teases, his lips coming up to my ear. “Cause I can do that all day, baby.ˮ

I nod, unable to grasp words with his breath against me.

“You gonna let me take you here, right now? Itʼs killing me to feel you on me like this and not have you. Please, let me have you, I canʼt stand it.ˮ

“T-tell me what you want me to do.ˮ I grasp harder at his hair, and he lets out a whimper. Oh, my god, that.

“I want you to fuckinʼ destroy me, and Iʼll beg until you do. God, Iʼm shameless, I donʼt even care if weʼre out here all alone or not, just please for the love of fuck, ride me like nothing else matters.ˮ

I pull his lips back to mine, silencing him for a time as we continue to make our own rhythm, learning one another with moans and laughs and tension unparalleled. Itʼs great, too great-I smack my head against the jeepʼs roof, letting out a yelp.

“Oh, shit-ˮ Stiles pulls me down against him, biting his lip when I land.

“Iʼm okay. Ow.ˮ

“How about we move this to the back?ˮ He pops the door open, letting me out first. Despite his words, heʼs back on my neck the moment weʼre outside, making it hard for me to push the seat down to get into the back.

“Stiles…ˮ I sigh, fumbling with the latch.

“Sorry, just want you-god, just want you so bad.ˮ He pulls back, reaching forward and sending the seat down with a practiced grasp.

I clamber inside, watching him hyperfocus on giving us as much room as possible. Front seats pushed down and forward, clutter thrown into the front, then heʼs back on me, kissing me and tugging at my shorts.

“Can I…?ˮ He motions, and I nod, letting him pull them down. His lips come back to mine, his fingers playing at the edge of my panties.

“Please-ˮ

“Youʼre begging now?ˮ He chuckles, his voice lower and throatier. Gods, Iʼm wet as fuck just from that.

“Shamelessly.ˮ I echo his earlier words, earning another small laugh.

“You want me, baby? How bad?ˮ He teases, hand grasping at my hip.

“Real-Really bad. Want you so bad, want you to-ˮ I canʼt even finish the thought, as he presses against my clit with his thumb. I moan, bucking up against him.

“Sorry, Iʼm impatient, you know that.ˮ He amends, kissing down my jaw and pulling back. He sits me up against the door, pulling my legs up and pressing a deep kiss against my opening. “Youʼre soaking, I can tell even through these little things.ˮ

I shudder, eyeing him in between my legs. Itʼs a sight to behold, and he isnʼt even getting started yet.

“Howʼs about we take em off, huh? Donʼt need these where weʼre going.ˮ He discards the fabric, and when his eyes meet the heat pooling below my belly, his jaw goes slack. I could almost swear he was drooling.

For a moment, Iʼm self conscious, folding in on my body under his gaze. But he holds my thighs back down, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh. No shame, right, princess?ˮ He hovers over me, eyes flicking back and forth between his focus and my face. “Now, you just let me know what feels good and what doesnʼt, okay? Wanna make sure you enjoy yourself.ˮ

“Stiles, Iʼm dying here, please just touch me already.ˮ

He smirks, another shake of the head, this one with a cocky air to it.

“If you insist, sweetheart.ˮ He brings his lips down to meet my opening, licking a stripe up that sends my hands grasping at the jeepʼs seat.

“Sti-ˮ

He hums against me, his grip on my thighs tightening. A few more precise licks, and heʼs delving into my core, filling the jeep with my desperate cries. Fuck, heʼs good, and Iʼm already closer by the minute.

“Taste so good, baby…ˮ He murmurs, getting lost in the task as my hands tug at his hair. When he shifts up to suck at my clit, the noise it brings from me is almost inhuman. “Feel good?ˮ

“Yes- oh my god, yes-ˮ

“Want more? How does this feel, hmm?ˮ He presses a finger to my opening, and I push against him, wordlessly begging. He chuckles, pushing it in fluidly. One, a few motions, and clearly Iʼm still desperate so he adds in another. “Talk to me, baby. Use your words.ˮ

“You want me to talk right now?ˮ I moan, my mind spinning in the pleasure-filled void heʼs trapped me in.

“I know, itʼs just too good, huh? You donʼt have to talk, your noises are more than enough.ˮ He curls his fingers, pulling against a sweet spot that has me crying out.

“Stiles!ˮ

Back down to me with his lips now, too, I can feel the smirk that starts up hearing me say his name like that. He knows exactly where he has me, and heʼs gonna relish in it. Not only are his fingers working magic now, but along with his tongue? Iʼm gonna break, and he knows it.

“Iʼm-Oh, donʼt stop-ˮ

A hummed approval is all I get from the usually chatty lips of Stiles Stilinski, his beard that heʼs let grow in recently brushing over me while he brings me to the edge. Iʼm practically drowning in the pleasure, and heʼs the air I need. One more fluid motion, just the right one, and Iʼm spilling curses from my mouth and wetness from my heat. He laps it up heartily, a satisfied groan from the recess of his throat vibrating against me.

“You…I just…wow.ˮ He pauses for a moment to look over me with a smile beginning to tug at the corner of his lips. I flush, back to being nervous under his eye.

“Stunned you into silence, eh, Stilinski?ˮ

“Oh, Iʼm far from done. Just figured Iʼd give you a break.ˮ He quips with a smirk.

“I donʼt need one.ˮ I blurt, the words faster than my brain.

“No?ˮ He laughs. “Okay, then. Well, if thatʼs the case, Iʼm begging you to get back to being all over me.ˮ

“In what way?ˮ I smirk, looking at his coated fingers.

He snorts, rolling his eyes.

“Funny.ˮ Keeping up eye contact, he licks his fingers clean. He seems to enjoy the groan it elicits from me. “Like that, huh? Iʼm looking forward to finding out what else you like.ˮ

I sit up, pressing to him once again. He tastes like me, and chuckles against my kiss. The clink of undoing his belt buckle becomes the sounds of rustling fabrics, my shirt tossed, his gone. His chest to mine, warm and inviting, and his pants kicked to the side. I fumble with my bra, my cheeks red.

“I…ˮ

“Yʼknow we can stop anytime, yeah?ˮ He amends, sensing my hesitation. “Like, of course Iʼm okay with whatever, I want you in all the ways. But only if youʼre comfortable. Consentʼs important.ˮ

“Oh, I want you. I want all of you, of course I do.ˮ I sigh. “Just…real nervous about how I look.ˮ

“You?ˮ Heʼs incredulous, pulling back and sweeping my body with his gaze. “Holy shit, no way. Nuh uh. You, youʼre…God, youʼre gorgeous, are you kidding me? Every part of you fits just right with the other, promise. You donʼt have to do anything you donʼt wanna do, but you gotta know that. You gotta know Iʼm gonna love how you look. I donʼt even need to have seen it yet to know. You just…are.ˮ

Iʼve been rendered speechless, and all I can do is take it off while he rambles.

“Not to say that you gotta just cause Iʼm saying all this. You get that, right? Iʼm not saying it just to get you to-ˮ He stops cold when Iʼve tossed the bra, my hands still hiding the majority of my chest. With a gentle grasp, he reaches to uncover me. “Can I…?ˮ

“Yeah, Iʼm just nervous.ˮ

“Thatʼs okay. Me, too. Youʼre beautiful though.ˮ He lifts my cover away softly, eyeing me with precision and adoration. He pokes at the moles and freckles that adorn my upper body, smiling as his eyes meet mine again. “See? Perfect. Nothing to worry about.ˮ

“Stiles, I adore you.ˮ I blurt, tears starting to form.

“Oh, sweetie.ˮ He pulls me closer, kissing my nose. “We can stop if youʼre really too nervous. I donʼt mind. Iʼll just jack off later or something, no big.ˮ

I snort at his words. “As much as Iʼd love to watch that. No, Iʼm okay. Just needed a moment, I guess. Trust me, Iʼm still dying for you.ˮ

His face goes red. “Youʼd- huh? Wow, thatʼs an image. Maybe another time, yeah? No shortage of things to think about for that, especially now Iʼve seen you and itʼs not just my imagination spurring me on.ˮ

“Youʼll have more to go on soon, too.ˮ I pull him back down onto me, kissing him.

“Fuck, youʼre hot.ˮ He moans. “Youʼre killing me.ˮ

“Destroying you,ˮ I correct him. “Thatʼs what you wanted, isnʼt it?ˮ

“Still want it,ˮ He grasps at me, nothing but his boxers to hide that want now. “Very much still want it.ˮ

More kissing ensues, and weʼre groping at eachother like weʼre high-schoolers again. Somehow, at some point, heʼs as bare as I am now and the way weʼre pressed to one another is the most tempting thing Iʼve ever experienced in my entire life.

“Hey, so, uh- not to seem like a copycat or anything, but…ˮ He breathes against my lips, his voice catching. “Yʼknow, nervous about how I look, now that Iʼm thinking about it. Not really very manly of me, I know, whatever.ˮ

“Fuck manliness,ˮ I amend, letting him pull back. “Youʼre perfect, you…oh, how could you not be?ˮ

What a sight he is to behold, in all his naked glory. Goosebumps pepper my skin as I look him over, from the moles that adorn him across his body the same way they do across his face, to the burning red that sits underneath his pale skin…to of course what heʼs referencing concern over the most. And thereʼs certainly none needed, in my opinion. No concerns, except how Iʼm gonna need to stretch out around that. Oh, my.

“Stiles…ˮ My voice, my gaze, softens. His shoulders drop. “Youʼre stunning.ˮ

“Not just saying that, are you?ˮ He brushes non-existent dirt from his shoulder. “My ego will be sorely bruised.ˮ

“Should I tell you or should I show you?ˮ I lick my lips, gaze going between his legs and back to his face. The noise he makes would be comical in any other circumstance.

“Fuck, definitely show me.ˮ

Now, itʼs his turn to lie back, and Iʼm in control. I must have absolutely stunned him, because heʼs got nothing to say, just watching me as I lower over him. Once I begin to kiss at and lick stripes over him, though, heʼs got plenty to say - I donʼt recognize half the curses he lets fly, they must be Polish or something. But fly they do, and his hand is at my hair when I start to take him in my mouth, grasp tight.

“Oh, my god-ˮ

I keep it up until he stops me a few moments later, a funny little quirk to his brows.

“God, I donʼt ever wanna stop this, but if you keep going like that Iʼm gonna fuckinʼ bust, and I gotta know what you feel like riding me first, please?ˮ He reaches blindly around, cursing. “Fuckinʼ - just need my wallet, whereʼd my jeans go?ˮ

I laugh, pulling back to help his search. When he comes up with the item in question, I understand- protection, no shit.

“Yeah, okay, now Iʼm ready.ˮ He nods after heʼs prepared himself, sitting up against the seat. He helps position me over him, eyes locked. “Oh, my god, is this actually real? I feel like Iʼm in some kinda magical dream.ˮ

“Very real. I remember what I had for breakfast and everything.ˮ I quip, trying to ease the nerves. They wonʼt go, though, and the knot in my stomach is ever-tighter as he brushes against my opening. “Fuck, I want you inside me, now.ˮ

“Kinda up to you, there.ˮ He holds me tight around the waist, eyes pleading. “Iʼm ready when you are, though, rock my fuckinʼ world sweetheart.ˮ

“Fuuuuuck, youʼre tight.ˮ He groans. “So thatʼs how you feel. No imagination or anything my hands can do compares to that.ˮ

The need is too great to put it off any longer; I let myself push down to meet him, the entering gasps we let out mingling in the short bit of air between us. His head falls back, his hands only guides as I bring myself further down, slowly, slowly, slowly. I take a moment around the first few inches to breathe; as ridiculous as it sounds, Iʼve never had someone quite as…gifted as him.

“Iʼm only getting started,ˮ I reply. “Genuinely, in all honesty, not a joke or anything. Youʼre…a lot to take.ˮ

“Having fun strokinʼ my ego?ˮ He chuckles.

“Tilʼ you give me something else to stroke.ˮ

“Fuck, thatʼs a promise.ˮ He ruts up against me, bringing a cry from my lips. “Shit, sorry, reflex. You feel so good, I just want more of you. Did I hurt you?ˮ

“No, it felt too good.ˮ I admit. “Just taking it slow cause Iʼm not really used to anything this…ˮ

“Big?ˮ Heʼs got the widest smirk on his face now.

“Howʼs that for your precious ego?ˮ I flirt, pushing down another bit with a sharp breath. The stretching pain is worth it for the look on his face.

“My ego is just fine. Big, just like my- Oh, my god-ˮ He stutters out, his bravado going out the window when I start to rock my hips back and forth. And was that a whimper? “Oh, please donʼt stop, keep going. Oh, god-ˮ

“Long as you keep begging.ˮ

The more I move, the easier it gets to take him, until Iʼm fairly close to bottoming out. Heʼs holding me closer than ever, kissing me whenever he gets the chance to, and the noises and whimpers havenʼt stopped. It spurs me, the collision of our bodies growing ever-faster as he cries my name and begs me not to stop. I wonʼt, I canʼt, itʼs all too good and Iʼm chasing a high that I find myself soon riding out onto him. Now, Iʼll be the one saying his name, his real name.

“God, that sounds so good coming from you,ˮ He moans, “Iʼve never heard it sound so good.ˮ

“Hereʼs to many more.ˮ I stutter out between the motions weʼre making and the sounds accompanying. Heʼs less in control now, thrusting up to meet me and pushing me down to him. Heʼs made plenty of marks on me, from the hickeys littering my skin to the surefire bruising my hips will have from his grasp. I can only hope to either hide whatʼs visible or risk the teasing the pack will no doubt give us later.

“Please, take me all the way, Iʼll help you through it.ˮ He begs, kissing me again once Iʼve come down far enough. “Youʼve got this, baby, please?ˮ

No words, just a resolute nod, and his response is a repeated thanks. I push further, to the very end of him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Good, baby- fuck , youʼre doing good, pretty girl. So good, so good for me. There you go.ˮ He kisses my burning skin, the devouring fire weʼve made together consuming us both as I shift around under his grasp. He doesnʼt force, only guides, and makes a rhythm for me to follow with sputtered curses abounding. “God, you feel so good. Does it feel good for you? Hurt?ˮ

“Only enough to make me want it more,ˮ I moan, letting my head drop to his shoulder. “F-fuck me.ˮ

“Is that a statement or a request?ˮ He doesnʼt wait for an answer as I slow, taking the lead and snapping up into me. Once, twice, I lose count. He seems to get lost, too, senseless mumbles and moans filling the jeep as my hand streaks the fogged window. Heʼs entirely filled me up, and I want for nothing more than to go until I canʼt anymore.

He guards my head when I raise back up, making sure I wonʼt hit the roof again, and when it starts to rain in the secluded forest weʼve hidden ourselves in, itʼs not the only thing sending waves crashing down around us. Another thing I lose count of - heʼs far too good at this, and I tell him so.

“Been thinkinʼ about this for a while, so that counts as practice, yeah?ˮ The sweat sticks a bit of his hair to his forehead, and he looks about ready to tire out.

“You losing steam on me?ˮ I tease, brushing his hair back.

“Hell, no!ˮ He groans when I move my hips, sat bottomed out but doing nothing else. “Iʼm pretty close, thatʼs all. But when Iʼm done with you here Iʼm not done with you for the night, if youʼre willing.ˮ

“Well, if youʼre close…ˮ My lips curl deviously, and I bring myself back to the pace and movement that had had him howling earlier. Heʼs back to it in an instant, but his whines are more pronounced, drug out.

“Fuck, please, please donʼt stop-ˮ

“Gonna cum for me?ˮ

“Y-yes, yes-ˮ

“Good.ˮ Itʼs like a growl from me, and his cries only grow from it, until Iʼm sure at least anyone with supernatural hearing can catch onto us if theyʼre anywhere near.

“Oh- Oh, my god, Iʼm gonna-ˮ Stiles holds me tight, the most animalistic noise of it all loosing from his lips as he loads the condom full inside me. Weʼre hot, sweaty, and as close together as we possibly can be, but he still pulls me closer, taking a deep, heavy breath.

“So…how was I?ˮ

His laugh is quick, choked.

“Are you serious? Fuck, that was amazing. Iʼd just as soon do it again, but Iʼm…a little depleted at the moment.ˮ He eyes where we meet with an eyebrow wiggle. “Hey, we just had sex.ˮ

“That we did.ˮ I laugh.

“You and me, best friends. Just had sex. Well, we might wanna rethink that whole just best friends idea, huh?ˮ He kisses my cheek, letting out a content sigh. “No rush on that, Iʼm just talking. You know how I get. Just…excited that this happened. That it is happening. And…Iʼd be okay with calling you something more than my best friend. If youʼre into that.ˮ

“Very much into that.ˮ

“So…girlfriend?ˮ

“Shit, I was gonna say fiancee or wife. Or soulmate.ˮ

His eyes bug for a moment, then he starts to laugh.

“Youʼre fuckinʼ with me. Youʼre hilarious. Alright, girlfriend-future-fiancee-wife-soulmate-whatever-you-want, howʼs that sound?ˮ

“A little long, if Iʼm being honest.ˮ

“Long didnʼt seem to bother you just a moment ago.ˮ

“Mieczyslaw!ˮ

“Still sounds beautiful cominʼ from you. Like…ˮ He catches my glare, and smirks. “Nevermind. Letʼs get this cleaned up and head back, huh? Thereʼs a pizza about to be made with our names on it.ˮ

[ratstuckinamarble]

Shdjsjsks my eyes have been BLESSED

Aaah I feel so honoured, thank you thank you thank youuu (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

๑ï (snail of excitement for you, snail of excitement for a thousand years!!!)

Trick or treat, dragoona fans- a 113 word drabble fic!

Draculaura gets stage fright before her first ever display of no-longer-illegal witchcraft, and Lagoona is there to hug her better again.

for u @ratstuckinamarble

A hundred monsters murmured as Draculaura cringed backstage. “Right.” She said firmly. “I’m going.”

Lagoona smiled. “Onstage?”

“To faint.”  

“Aww, bonita.” Bending down Lagoona snuggled her. “You will be magnífica- your witchcraft will BLOW them away!”

“What if it does?” Draculaura clutched at her wide-brimmed hat. “What if I miscast and hurt them or scare them and they ban witchcraft all over again-”

“Then we would fix it,” Lagoona interrupted with a squeeze, “like always. Okay?”

Draculaura peeked up at her. “Promise?”

Lagoona’s grin sharpened. “On the tooth-marked bones my frienemies.”

“…Okay.” Draculaura breathed out. “I’m ready.”

“And I will be right here!”

*SQUEAK*

“Ah-! With Señor Squeaky, too.”

"My heroes." Draculaura giggled.

[j3lly-fish]

About time I take a lil blender break and finally try out @adelarsims's new bag of pants on the 3 sassiest people I could find in the realm...

Love making height accurate stuff through editing too! Realistically, Morgyn would be shorter... But god knows there's heels involved here. So very thankful for the white swatch for Salem too, heheh.

I gotta try the rest of the pants at some point too, the Dex pants are very Rowan coded, maybe I'll make a whole fit with it 👀

[zhenne]

What Pokémon would the LaDS boys have for a partner/companion? + some (poor) artistic renditions.

disclaimer! are there some random mythical pokemon thrown in? yes. do i give a shit? absolutely not. this is my canon.

Xavier

- he found it (it found him) and it wouldn’t stop following him, so he took it in. I’m feeling psychic typing for him. espurr. (he secretly adores it). bonus point: cue the silent resignation when someone tells him “oh, it kinda looks like you”☺️ xavier’s literal reaction: 😟

you can’t tell me you don’t see the resemblance

Zayne

- chien-pao. he came across it while in the arctic. it had been injured and he tended to it throughout the duration of his trip. by the time it came for him to return home, the chien-pao refused to leave his side.

- not much of a battler, so he had no need for a party. there are several that stick around his home that he occasionally feeds.

- 10/10 ancient beast

(is this technically size accurate? no. do i really give a shit? also no. I didn’t feel like drawing a massive beast atm but you see my vision)

Rafayel

- chi-yu. fire fish (x2). another mythological pokemon, BUT i feel this one is especially fitting considering they’re both from ancient times.

(pls ignore the quality of this one—I was getting lazy and wanted to gouge my eyes out by this point)

Sylus

- I would’ve said corviknight but that mf is like 7’ tall. so I’m giving him a fighting type: lucario.

- pictured: training day—i gave lucario ear protection bc sylus would be a responsible trainer🙂‍↕️

bonus!

Caleb

- hmm. something basic, unassuming. a flying type for sure. pidgeot. very boy-next-door coded. (but also lowk evil hehehe i have so many headcanons for this one)

Luke & Kieran

- these two little shits would have pokemon that were equally up to no good as they were. marshadow & dusknoir. (I know marshadow is technically a mythological pokemon, BUT look at that fucker).

- idk i just like the concept of one having a giant of a beast + the other having the vessel of soulless eyes, it makes me giggle

Capt. Jenna

- arcanine. she’s so officer jenny coded idc what anyone says. ALSO i am a buff!jenna believer, I genuinely will not tolerate anything else. she’s pretty, she’s buff, she’s powerful <3

if you actually made it all the way to the bottom, pls know i love you. also. if you’re as obsessed with pkm and lads as i am, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS WITH ME !!!?? i will love you forever.

mwah <3

[flowersforjude]

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It happens slowly, falling in love with him. Then again, sometimes it feels like you’re a comet falling through space. 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 6,371

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Fluff, uh violence like it gets a bit heavy, physical contact, nothing really suggestive (that comes later hehehe)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This will be the first part of a little three-part thing. Hope you enjoy!

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He seemed to find every opportunity to touch you. It wasn���t very noticeable at first, but as time went on, you took note of how often his arm brushed across your own as he moved past you. How a subtle hand gave pressure to your back as he slipped around you. How his shoulder almost melded with yours as you walked around whichever planet you were on at the moment. 

You tried to pinpoint when these secret touches began, but they happened so frequently that you struggled to come up with an accurate date. Maybe they’d always been there, and you just now realized them. But you found it hard to believe they’d only just come to your attention. You were always aware of him when he was close. He was too magnetic to just ignore. 

After a while, the confusion over the touches themselves gave way to confusion over the fact that he wasn’t actively trying to hide them. 

Maker, it annoyed you to all ends. How he was free to send tingles through you, but all you were able to do was feel the scratch of fabric. The way he caressed your skin made you lose breath at times, and that in itself was annoying as well. You wanted so desperately to give him the same rushing emotions he gave you, but you knew his armor was a part of his creed. In a way, it was a part of him as a whole. The silver gleam of his beskar was what made the Mandalorian the Mandalorian. 

You cared for him too much to even think about disrespecting his beliefs. That didn’t mean the deep-rooted longing in your heart wasn’t there, though. You were acutely aware that the second your heartbeat started to flip in your chest at the feeling of his touches, things would become increasingly more complicated. 

Today had been uneventful, which was rare. You’d cared for the child all day on the lower level of the ship, giving Mando some alone time in the cockpit. The creature in question was fighting his sleep. You swore he had to be tired by now. As the hours passed by, you could tell the green child was growing sleepy. His little hands rubbed at his eyes, but he fought to stay awake. 

You knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep by himself if you put him in his pod, so you rocked him back and forth in your arms. Hoping the movement would lull him to sleep. Eventually, he yawned, and his eyes slowly closed, signaling he was finally in the land of dreams. 

You took a moment to gaze down at him, admiring how peaceful he looked. 

The affection you carried for this strange little creature was more welcome than whatever was going on between you and Mando. The maternal love you had for the child was manageable and embraced by both you and him. The overwhelming emotions you felt for Mando were uncertain and saddening. All because you didn’t know if they were felt by him too. 

You turned away from the sleeping child, almost colliding with an armored chest. A startled gasp leaves you as you catch yourself with your hands grazing the coldness of beskar. With your palms pressed to his chest, you were unable to step away. Your mind goes blank but starts to race with millions of thoughts at the same time. You momentarily think about how you didn’t even hear him come down from above. The thought is thrown aside quickly, though, as you open your mouth to apologize. 

“Sorry.” You said your voice not going above a whisper in fear of waking the child. “Kids asleep.” You followed up when Mando peaked over your shoulder to glance at the creature. 

Nodding, Mando finally moves, saving you from finding the strength to do it yourself. “Thanks for putting him down tonight.” 

And sure enough, his hand finds its way to your hip as he passes by you to get to his bunk. The heavy press of his hand pierced your skin and made your breath catch in your throat. For a split second, with his warmth spreading through you, you were sure the feeling of his touch was how galaxies collided. All at once, and then gone. Over, like it had never been. 

 ─

You had volunteered to go to the marketplace to get a few supplies. Mando hadn’t been very keen on letting you go by yourself, but you’d reasoned that it’d be easier for you to go and get back quickly. His armor, while coming in handy most of the time, tended to draw attention. The ship only needed a few things, and all of you making the trek into town wasn’t necessary. 

You assured him you would only be an hour, two at most. And you were making good time, much to your satisfaction. With the last of the supplies purchased, you made your way out of the market with your bag of provisions slung over your shoulder. 

You were just trying to remember where you came in when you saw shadows slink by near you, trailing behind you. The shadows hid themselves well, but you noticed them anyway. They were trying to be sneaky, and you probably wouldn’t have caught them before. But your months of traveling with Mando and always being on high alert had heightened your senses. You hurried deeper into the crowd, hoping to lose them among the swell of people. You glanced over your shoulder, not being able to find your stalker. You thought you’d managed to get away, but when you turned your attention forward, you crashed into someone. 

The next thing you know, your body is being slammed against the side of a building. Your eyes dart around, and you notice there are two men now.   

“No big bad Mandalorian to protect you now.” One of them snarled, yanking the bag from your grasp. 

He dug through the bag, and you realized he was probably looking for the kid. You attempt to gather your thoughts. One of the men stood to your left, and the other stood closely to your right. They were blocking you in; there was no way for you to run. 

“Where’s the child?” The one with your bag demanded, tossing the item to the ground. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your shoulders, pinning you to the rough brick of the building. You gulped in an effort to push down your fear. You had to keep a clear head, stay focused. 

“Where’s the child?” The man questioned again, digging his fingers into your shoulders painfully. 

“I don’t have any children,” you said. You masked your expression with confusion. Maybe if you played dumb, you could convince them they had the wrong person. 

"We know you're with the Mandalorian.” The man to your right grumbled, a wide grin stretching across his lips. “We know you know where the kid is, so just tell us.” 

There was no fooling these men. They knew who you were, and there was no way you were getting out of here without putting up a fight. 

Your face hardened, and you lunged at the man, landing a punch to his face. He reeled back, cursing while holding a bleeding nose. You dart forward, trying to escape through the space the man left. His friend managed to grab hold of the back of your shirt, pulling you back to them. You spun around in the man’s grasp and kicked his legs, which gave out beneath him with a sickening crunch. You didn’t spare them any more time as you turned and ran. 

You got a few good feet before a sharp, burning pain shot out from your side. You tried to keep running, but the ache in your side made it difficult. You glanced down, and the fabric of your shirt was already soaking in blood. You pressed a hand to your wound, and bit back a yelp of agony. Thinking you were home-free, you slowed down a bit. 

That was your fatal mistake. 

Rough hands yanked you backwards by your hair. You had no time to recover or even notice the alarming amount of blood seeping through the fingers of your hand still over the blaster shot as a hit landed to your jaw. Arms wound themselves around you, pinning your arms to your chest. The man you’d kicked stood in front of you. He reared back his fist before it made contact with your cheek. A gasp of pain escaped your mouth. You were unable to keep quiet as you were assaulted by blow after blow of violent hits.

Your vision grew spotty, and it became challenging to keep yourself conscious. You were weighing the options of trying to stay awake or just letting yourself slip into the blackness that beckoned you when your assailant seemed to be flown backwards by some unknown force. The heavy arms around you disappeared. Being unable to stand on your own, you dropped to the ground. You heard blaster shots raging around you, and even though you wanted to, you couldn’t lift your head from the dirt to see what was going on. 

You can hear a few screams from the men and the shuffling of feet. Then you hear nothing. You close your eyes to block out whatever will happen next. You prepare yourself to feel some kind of discomfort, but instead you're greeted with a gentle hand sliding around your bruised jaw. 

“Y/N,” a modulated voice spoke. “Can you hear me?” 

It took you a few seconds to match the voice to the shiny metal looking down at you. When you realized it was Mando, you felt a thousand pounds of weight leave you. 

“Mando,” you grin. You stupidly try to sit up, and immediately a wave of pain shoots through you. Grimacing, you plop back down to the dirt. 

“Can you stand?” Mando asked, like you just hadn’t attempted that very thing and failed. You shot him a look and sighed. “Right, stupid question.” He then slides one arm under your legs, and the other goes around your back. He hoists you up into his arms. 

You fade in and out of consciousness, only dimly registering the coldness of his beskar as your head rests on his armored chest. 

You're wide awake, though, as Mando cleans and dresses your blaster wound. 

He’d sat you on one of the boxes in the lower level of the Crest. “I need you to take off your shirt,” he said slowly. 

You winced as you tried to lift the shirt over your head, but stopped when it was clear you wouldn’t be able to. “I can’t.” 

“Oh, um, here.” He reached out hesitantly, taking the bottom of your shirt to slowly pull it up. 

“Ow, ow, stop.” You couldn’t lift your arms high enough to get the shirt over your head, even with Mando’s help. 

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized as he noticed the grimace on your face. Without warning, he gripped the bottom of your shirt again and tore the fabric upwards. Your shirt hung open now as Mando only stood there, unmoving. As if he just realized what he did. You stared up at him in shock for a few moments. 

“You know, I liked that shirt.” You finally joked. 

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. “Well, it was ruined anyway,” he shrugged. “I’ll get you a new one.” He then carefully pulled the destroyed garment down each side of your arms before tossing it somewhere at your feet. 

His eyes scanned over your arms, taking in the bruises left by the man’s harsh hold on you. His thumb came up to brush across the imprints left on your skin. Even through his gloves, you could imagine the soft touch of his bare fingers. You could picture how nice it would feel on your wounds. 

“They got me good, huh?” You laughed to try to relieve some of the sudden tension. 

“You’ll need to ice those bruises,” he said as he slipped off his gloves and dropped to his knees to get a closer look at the blaster wound on your side. He was being as soft as he could, and that alone meant more than all the stars, but even all his gentleness couldn’t stop the pain. You lost count of how many times you’d winced or tensed up as his hands worked. Each time a slight sound of discomfort left your lips, his hands froze for a few seconds before he faintly whispered an apology. 

You tried to find something to focus on to distract your mind from the ache. Eventually, you settled on watching his hands. One was cleaning the wound, wiping away the dried blood, and going over it with an antiseptic that stung as it made contact with your battered skin.

 The other hand rested lightly against your hip. Spread across the plush skin there to keep you from flinching away too much. The heat from his gloveless hands was too obvious to ignore. The warmth seeped into you, and a small part of you wanted this to last forever, even if it meant enduring this pain. The subtle twitches of his fingers as he worked shot a shiver up your spine. The way he would brush them back and forth as if offering you what comfort he could only made your hopeless affection for him skyrocket. 

After his fingers delicately smoothed a bacta patch over the blaster wound, they lingered on your skin for a moment. You looked down to meet his visor. Even through the helmet, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. You had never seen his face, let alone his eyes, but you’d always imagined them to be dark. Brown with hints of amber shooting through them like comets flying through space. 

“Thank you.” You said softly. 

He gave only a small nod in return while moving his hands away from you. You wished you didn’t miss their warmth as much as you did. As Mando stood, you followed him with your eyes. He hadn’t said anything for a while, and he was always hard to read for obvious reasons. But you weren’t shy about admitting you had gotten pretty good at reading his body language. 

His breathing was shallow, so much so that you had to take a second guess as to whether he was breathing at all. His shoulders were tense, and he clutched his still-bare hands into fists at his sides. All signs that he was struggling with something. 

Just as you were coming to a decision to speak up an uncharacteristically hesitant sigh sounded from behind his helmet. “I’m sorry.”

Confused, you looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. “For what?”

“For not being there. For letting you go alone.” He gruffly answered. 

You shakily stood from the crate, having to keep one hand clutched to the corner to stop from falling. “Mando, it’s not your fault. I volunteered to go on my own and neither one of us could’ve known this would happen.” 

Mando remained silent, the tension in his body apparent even through the armor. You took a cautious step towards him, wincing slightly at the pull on your injured side.

"Hey," you said gently, reaching out to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm okay. A little banged up, but I'll heal."

He nodded once, agreeing with you but you knew he’d still torture himself over the whole ordeal for the next few days. You were about to ask where the kid was but when you opened your mouth a whimper of pain came out instead. You felt your legs tremble before giving out from under you. Mando’s hands darted out to catch you before you could meet the hard floor of the Crest. He held you by your elbows supporting your whole weight so you wouldn’t strain yourself.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice a little breathless. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed your arms for a few seconds. 

All of a sudden, he scooped you up from where you stood. Letting out a surprised yelp your arms flung themselves around his neck. “Mando?”

“You need to rest.” He said matter of factly. He walked through the lower level of the ship. “You're going to sleep in the bunk until you’re healed.” 

You let out a sigh, too tired and in too much pain to argue as he carried you to the small sleeping quarters. Gently, he laid you down on the thin mattress, your body immediately relaxing into its softness.

“Sleep.” Mando said, his voice low and gentle in a way you didn’t know he possessed. "I'll be in the cockpit; yell if you need anything." 

Then he was gone, leaving you to fall into a dreamless sleep with the smell of him surrounding you all night. 

─

Weeks had passed, and you were finally able to walk around the ship again without Mando ordering you back to bed. The bruising on your arms as well as your face had disappeared, faded away into a distant, forgotten memory. The only thing still present to remind you of what happened was the blaster wound. The skin was no longer spread apart, but a scar would form over time. You still wore a bacta patch over it since some tenderness and redness were still there. 

That’s why you were currently sitting in one of the co-pilot seats up in the cockpit. Mando insisted on changing the dressing on the wound until it was completely gone. Even though you had most, if not all, mobility back. Deep down, you knew he still felt guilty, whether you had talked about it or not; it was clear as day. So, if changing the bacta patch for you made him feel better, who were you to deny him? 

You sat patiently as Mando carefully peeled back the dressing on your side. His movements were gentle and precise as he checked the healing wound.

"It's looking much better," he said, his voice low and modulated through the helmet. "Should be completely healed soon."

You nodded, watching as he smoothed a fresh bacta patch over the tender skin. His touch lingered, ungloved fingers tracing lightly over your side. That was one reason you put up little fight with him about changing the bandages. He always took off his gloves, and he always let his touch linger for a moment longer than necessary. 

His subtle touches still happened like normal, but those were always through his gloves. When he was tending to your wound, you were granted the exhilarating feeling of his bare hands. 

You were well aware that you were completely insane. Just how touched starved were you to be losing all rational thinking when Mando was doing something so innocent as helping you change the dressings of a blaster shot? 

“Thank you for doing this.” You said and prayed to the Maker that you didn’t sound as out of breath as you thought. 

Trailing a feather-light touch on the skin of your stomach, he said, “It’s the least I could do with everything you do for us.” 

You simply hummed, not trusting your voice, as he moved to your side. Goosebumps were left wherever his fingers touched, and subconsciously, you felt yourself leaning into them. You couldn’t help but relax under his gentle care. You weren’t oblivious to the position you were in, though, and when he brushed the skin right under the lining of your bra, your eyes widened as your head shot down to look at him. 

He stilled after his hand slid back to your side. He didn’t take his hands completely off you; just kept them warming the same area of skin for a few moments. You swore your heart was beating was so fast you could hear it. He was looking at you, that was for sure; even without seeing them, you could feel his eyes roaming over your face. 

It was silent as he finished up, helping you stand once you righted your shirt. His hands hovered over your hips for far too long once you were up to be written off as an accident.

You were flushed; you could feel it in your cheeks. There was a new tension in the air between you; his touch suddenly felt charged in a way that it hadn't before. You weren't sure what to make of it. A part of you wondered if you were imagining things, seeing more in his actions than was really there. Wishful thinking brought on by too many lonely nights spent dreaming of things that could never be. 

But another part of you felt certain this was different. Mando was holding you closer than necessary, touching you longer than needed to treat your injury. You thought back to the feeling of his bare fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he changed your bandage and the way your breath hitched at the contact. 

Before you could overthink it any further, Mando stepped back, the moment broken. He busied himself gathering up the used bacta patches and medical supplies, his posture tense in a way that told you he felt the shift between you too.

"You should get some more rest," he said gruffly, not quite meeting your eyes through the visor. "I'll let you know when we reach the next system."

You nodded mutely, your heart still pounding as you climbed the ladder down from the cockpit. Once on the lower level, you let out a heavy breath, hand going to your chest, where your heart thudded against your palm. 

─

You were on the lower level of the Crest, making the kid his dinner, when the shaking began. The ship trembled harshly, throwing off your balance and causing the bone broth you were heating up to spill. 

You snatched up the kid from his pod and bee-lined for the ladder. While climbing, the shrill blare of an alarm bounced off the walls of the Crest. The kid squealed in fear, not understanding what was going on. Your free hand caressed the top of his head in an attempt to soothe him. 

Another shock wave rocked the ship. You grunted as you tightened your hold on the rungs of the ladder to stop you and the kid from falling. As cautiously as you could, you hauled yourself up.

“What's going on?” You yelled once you stumbled into the cockpit, clutching the frightened child tightly to your chest as the ship continued to shake violently. Mando's hands flew over the controls, steering the Crest through what appeared to be an asteroid field. 

"We're taking fire," he gritted out, dodging another large asteroid that whizzed past the viewport. “Bounty hunters. They're trying to force us out of hyperspace."

The alarm finally shut off, and you let out a sigh of relief as you put the kid in one of the co-pilot seats, strapping the harness around him. The ship jolted again as a blast hit the aft shields. Mando cursed under his breath, diverting more power to maintain the failing shields. You yelped as your footing was lost before you could seat yourself in the other co-pilot seat, causing you to crash into Mando and land in his lap. 

You didn’t have the chance to mumble out an awkward apology or to even let yourself get flustered before he was wrapping one arm around your middle and drawing you snug against him. Despite the chaos, you were acutely aware of how close you were pressed against the hard beskar of his armor. Mando's strong arm held you firmly in place on his lap as he continued piloting the ship with his other. 

"Hold on," he said, his modulated voice steady despite the mayhem. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, anchoring yourself as another blast rocked the ship. Your stomach flipped with fear, seemingly in tune with the hard turns and twists Mando made attempting to lose the bounty hunters in the asteroid field.

“I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold, Mandalorian!” The bounty hunter’s threat sounded over the com. Another round of blasts assaulted the Crest as you tighten your hold around Mando’s neck to keep yourself in place. A low growl rose in his throat so deep you could feel it vibrating in his chest. The blush decorating your cheeks felt as hot as the lava of Mustafar. 

He slid his arm from around your waist, wildly pressing buttons you had no idea the purpose of. He grabbed a switch, increasing the speed of the ship. Your breath caught in your throat; you wanted to scream; maybe confess everything you’ve been feeling the last few months. If you were going to die during a high-speed chase with bounty hunters that wanted your head, you might as well lay it all out in the open while you could. But every word stuck to your throat, and the only thing you did was clutch closer and tighter to Mando. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, the scent you’d become acquainted with during your stay in his bunk wafted up your nose. 

Just when you’d made peace with whatever outcome this predicament would have, he hit the brake. Hard. The sudden movement had you scrambling to keep your hold on him. The two of you were flung forward by the force of the sudden stop. You knew you had screamed while you struggled to keep your arms around him. 

With your eyes clenched shut, you felt another tremor shake the ship. You cracked one eye open to take a look, shooting both wide open when you saw the bounty hunter’s ship hovering in front of the Crest. 

“That’s my line.” Mando snapped, taking aim at the other ship. One shot, and it exploded into a million forgotten pieces.

The sudden silence seemed louder than all the chaos that had  just occurred. With every passing second, you became more and more aware of the exact position you were in. Arms thrown around Mando’s neck, your face practically brushing his helmet. You could feel the hard planes of his beskar under your hands, the slow rise and fall of his chest. His arm was still anchored around your waist, hand splayed across your lower back. 

You couldn’t make yourself move, only being able to let out a few shaky breaths here and there. The adrenaline flooding caused you to shake from the inside out, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you thought it would burst free. 

Finally, you turned to face the impenetrable blackness of Mando’s visor. “We’re never doing that again,” you rambled. 

A rumbling chuckle came from him. “I don’t know; I kind of like it.” 

There was a smugness tinting his voice, making you take pause. What was he on about? And then, as shocking as a bolt of electricity, it dawned on you. He wasn’t talking about the chase; he was talking about you still perched on his lap. Like you belonged there. 

Baffled and a little amused, you quickly went to stand, but his arm slung around you tightened. You couldn’t move with him still holding you to him. You didn’t know what to do, staring at him in silent confusion. Not being able to see his face to judge what he was thinking, you had no choice but to become extremely aware of every place you two were connected.

“Mando-”

“Just stay for a minute.” He cut you off in a pleading voice. 

With him talking to you like that, you would’ve done anything for him. You were going to grant him his request when a childlike squeal sounded from beside you. Both of you immediately turned your heads to the kid still strapped in the co-pilot seat. Mando allowed you to get up so you could unfasten the harness and check to see if he was okay. He didn’t seem to be hurt; thank the Maker.

“He alright?” Mando asked. 

You turned towards him, expecting to be met with his t-shaped visor staring blankly at you with hidden eyes you didn’t know the color of. Instead, you find him looking straight ahead, not meeting your gaze. As if he hadn’t just begged you to stay seated in his lap for a while longer. 

─

You were never the type of person to put yourself in awkward positions on purpose. 

After the incident that happened in the cockpit, you and Mando had been tense around each other. He seldom even looked your way anymore, never speaking to you unless absolutely necessary. The subtle touches from him had gone away too. You didn’t understand it. He was the one to keep you clutched against him. He was the one who asked you to stay. And now he was avoiding you like a wild bantha.  

Which leads to your current issue. 

The nightmares. 

When you were a child, night terrors plagued you. You’d wake up screaming at the top of your lungs, frightened to no end of something you couldn’t recall. You eventually grew out of it, but now they’ve started back up again for some unknown reason. They were less intense now you supposed. You didn’t wake up screaming, at least. 

But you would shoot up from your makeshift cot in a cold sweat. Your heart pounding against your ribcage painfully, and your bones rattling inside you. And the only thing you wanted in the moments after you woke? A certain beskar-covered man who apparently wanted nothing to do with you. There had been numerous times when you’d almost talked yourself into going to find him, but your stubbornness won out each time. It would be pathetic to throw yourself at him when he very clearly wanted space from you. A person could only hold out for so long, though. 

Tonight was one of the worst. From what you could remember of your nightmares, there was no one else in them beside you, and whatever menacing creature hunted you. But this go-around was different.

You were on the Crest; the lights dim all around you, and not a sound reaches your ears. Until the screaming started. First it was Mando, calling your name in a pleading voice. Desperate in a way you’ve never heard him. Then you could hear the kid somewhere, and he was scared. You couldn’t see either of them; didn’t know where they were, but their fear bounced all around you. All you knew was that you needed to find them, save them, make sure they were alright. And not being able to see them made panic crawl up within you. 

Where are they!?

You had woken up all at once, a loud gasp flying out of your mouth as you shot up from your cot. You had actually been crying in your sleep, tears making tracks down your face. The nightmare faded achingly slow, the kid's fearful cries and Mando’s desperation still echoed in your mind. Even though it was only a dream, you couldn't shake the urgent need to check on them. 

Throwing off your blanket, you slid out of bed and crept as quietly as possible to the compartment where they slept. The ship was dark and silent, aside from the ever-present hum of the engines. It eerily reminded you too much of your nightmare. 

Without really thinking about the possibility of you waking them up, you slid open the door. There was no beskar-clad Mandalorian, though, and when you peered up into the hammock where the kid slept, your panic gripped you again. He wasn't there. They weren’t here. 

Unsettled all over again, with new tears welling up in your eyes, your feet carried you to the ladder, which you climbed in record time. You practically ripped open the door to the cockpit. Through your tears, you can make out Mando in the pilot's seat, fully armored as always. And sitting on his lap, playing with the silver ball he liked to steal from the controls, was the kid.

“Mando.” You croak out as relief washes over you. You wasted no time in walking over to them and scooping the kid into your arms. You let out a relieved sigh, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You cradled the child close. He cooed contentedly, his little claws grasping at your sleepshirt. 

Mando, who had turned to look at you as you entered the cockpit, watched silently. Taking in the sheer relief on your face as well as the tear stains. 

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, his voice gentler than you had heard it in days.

You hesitated, embarrassed to admit your childish fears to him. But the memory of your nightmare still clung to you, making you shiver. "I had a nightmare," you confessed quietly. "You and the kid were in danger, and I couldn't find you. When I woke up and you weren't in the bunk…”

You trailed off with a helpless shrug, not meeting his visor. The kid cooed soothingly, patting your cheek with one tiny hand.

To your surprise, Mando rose from the pilot's seat and came to stand before you. He took the kid from your arms, and you fought the urge to snatch him back as Mando placed him in his pod that sat in one of the co-pilots seats. When he was back in front of you, he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. It was only when his arms came around you did it dawn on you what he was doing. He cradled you against him as softly as you would the kid. For a moment, you just stood there stiffly, not sure what to do. 

Then your breathing hitched as everything overpowered you. The tears came, and you melted into his touch. Wrapping your arms around him, you pressed your forehead to his beskar-cover chest. A lone sob made its way up your throat as you dug your fingers into the collar of his flight suit that peeked out from his armor. 

Having him touch you again made you aware of just how much you missed it. How much you’d been longing for it, and right now the craving was all-encompassing. He didn’t utter a single word while you pressed yourself as closely against him as you could. He just stood there, carding his glove-covered fingers through your hair. 

Time didn’t seem to exist in the current moment, so you had no idea how long you were there. But it didn’t really matter; an eternity of this would never come close to being enough. 

When you finally calmed down, you had one question begging to be asked. All the weeks of tense pretending nothing had changed between you wouldn’t allow you to stay silent anymore. 

“Why are you doing this?” You sounded hesitant and slightly muffled as you spoke, your face still buried in his chest. 

It took him a long time to answer. “Doing what?” He finally asked in return. 

“This.” Your hand gestured widely behind the both of you to indicate the position you were in. “Why are you comforting me after avoiding me for weeks? Why are you acting like you care again? What is this to you?”

He went rigged almost immediately, and you were scared you went too far. “You don’t have to answer that.” You insisted as you tried to break free from him. But just like the time you were sitting in his lap; his arms caged you to him. Even with you pressing your hands to his chest in an attempt to wiggle away, he kept you close to him. 

“It…it feels right.” He said, sounding almost frantic. 

You stared up at him in surprise, even as his arms remained firmly around you. "It...feels right?" you repeated slowly. “What does that mean?”

Mando sighed, the sound crackling through his modulator. His visor rose as he untangled his fingers from your hair. You couldn’t see, but you could feel his movements behind your head. Then you hear something drop, and only when his hands come into view do you notice he’s taken off his gloves. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, pushing away from him. It wasn't the first time you'd seen his hands without his gloves, but those had all been when he was treating your injuries. All times when it had been necessary. 

"I can't give you the answers you want right now," he said quietly. "But I can tell you that being close to you feels right in a way nothing ever has."

Before you could respond, his hands came up to cup your face, the warmth and roughness of his skin making you inhale sharply. Your eyes fluttered closed as his thumbs gently stroked over your cheeks, wiping away the last lingering tears. You leaned into his touch, savoring this intimate contact after so long being kept at a distance. His hands trailed lightly down your neck over your shoulders, mapping out your shape through your sleepshirt. You shivered at the sensation, hyper-aware of his every movement.

Slowly, as if you were a frightened creature he might scare away, Mando tilted your chin up. Warmth bloomed in your cheeks as you found yourself staring directly into his visor, but somehow you were convinced you could see his eyes even through the endless blackness. Heart pounding, you couldn't look away. 

His hands came up to frame your face once more, sending shivers down your spine. Then, ever so gently, his helmeted forehead rested against yours. The feeling was... strange but not unpleasant. It was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

"I don't know what this is," he said gruffly. "But I know I don't want to lose it."

The confession hung heavy in the air as both of you came to acknowledge that there was something between you. You were still as confused as ever, but for now, this would have to be enough.

If you couldn't tell by the title, I listened to Only by RY X while writing this. This whole mini-series will be named after it.