#vic’s spring time sleepover ˚ ༘♡ ·˚

[sunflowersteves]

CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BABY YOU ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST!!!!

🌼 din blurb request for ya…. i’d love to see what you could do with “night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare”

love u so much 😘😘😘

THANK YOU MY LOVE!!! Giving u a lil kissy, cat ok

warnings || nightmares, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, soft!din, fem!reader [Grogu calling reader mom in his head]

The razor crest creaked and rattled as it traveled through hyperspace. At the moment, outer space seemed quiet and tranquil. The infinite galaxies gleamed and settled into the dark matter that surrounded the universe.

You were sleeping soundlessly, the rise and fall of your chest was soft and light. Your dreams were peaceful, dedicated to the little family that you have created.

On the other end of the bed, Din felt hot to the touch. Beads of sweat drip down his temple and his arms twitch—as if he was grasping whatever was in front of him.

A dark shadow casted over his form from the encompassing fear that struck through his heart. Something felt wrong—he was mumbling your name and Grogu’s over and over.

He let out a gasp, startling himself awake and his eyes opened to the endless, plummeting sight of darkness. His heart pounded against his chest as he searched.

His hands fumbled across the mattress, desperate to find you, desperate to find Grogu. You were gone. Both of you were gone.

His hands eventually found your form, and he grabbed. “Din?”

The soft planes of your voice fluttered against his ears and he felt instant relief. You’re here. You’re okay. It was all a dream.

“What’s wrong, handsome?”

He didn’t realize the tears had fallen against his cheeks—not until your gentle fingers go to wipe them away. “Oh, Din.”

A sob left his lips as he opened his mouth to reply. The replacement of his words was harsh and garbled against his throat.

He couldn’t bear the feeling much more, his body clung to you in the darkness of your bedroom. He could tell you were frowning by the way he felt the curl of your lips on your skin.

You wanted to ask what the dream was—desperate to fix whatever had been bothering him, but you stayed quiet. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and whispered sweet nothings against his ear.

You let him sob and cry against your shoulder for as long as he needed. Your palm cradled his head, fingers digging into his hair and pulling gently at the base of his neck.

He almost whimpered at the calming sensation of your hands and body against his. He kept repeating in his head, you’re safe, you’re safe.

On the other end of the ship, Grogu had woken up from the tight feeling in his little chest. He could tell something was wrong with his dad—the sadness that protruded from him and his mom’s bedroom was too striking.

He waddled his way down the hallway and gently opened the door to the bedroom. Din moved slowly and saw Grogu standing there with tears in his eyes.

The force let him see when others were suffering and it made him itch to help his dad.

“C’mere.”

He jumps onto the bed and you pull him right into the middle. Din’s hands go to Grogu’s chest so he could feel the small rise and fall of his chest.

You had taken his little hand and squeezed, prompting a little coo from the child. You held your hand there though and watched as Grogu snuggled into the space between the two of you.

“I love you both.” You say, your other hand moving to rest on Din’s cheek.

He breathes, “I love you both too.” He pauses, “so much.”

With that, the three of you by your side and hearts thumping against your chest at the feeling of pure love, you all succumb to the peacefulness of sleep.

[sunflowersteves]

Hey!! Congrats on your milestone! So happy for you!! 💕

🌼 Can I please get the prompt 'tap' with Mando? 💕

ty tarren!!! and happy follower celebration to u too!!! and absolutely, love, mr tin can has my heart and I love him sm.

warnings || none, fluff

Din watched as you entertained Grogu, a wide smile on your face as you run in circles near the beach.

The waves crashed against your ankles, sun glistening against your skin. Grogu’s eyes were wide and giggles erupted from his small stature.

Din could feel something swarm beneath his chest—a mixture of warmth and comfort that he wasn’t sure what to make of.

He watched for what felt like hours, the slow motion of your feet padding across the sand and Grogu’s wide smile. He felt whole. He felt happy. It wasn’t something that he had ever afforded himself before, but it was new.

It wrapped around him and gave him a skipped beat of his heart. He would do anything for the two to you, that much he knew. It captured him whole and pulled him down into the peaceful depths of pure desire to love.

He turned around, walking slowly to distance himself. His heart was pounding against his ears and throbbing against his helmet.

He needed to do something different, something to distract him from the encompassing feeling that was going to swallow him whole.

He tended to his ship. He made as many modifications to the smaller ship as he could possible. It didn’t take long, though. The ship had much easier maintenance than the Razor Crest—no matter how much he missed the grey ship.

He could hear you before you even started walking up to him. You whispered sweet words to Grogu and his chest thumped hard when he heard the words, “your dad,” leave your lips.

You had Grogu in your arms. His little body was slipped over in exhaustion and he made little hums, as if to acknowledge he was listening to you.

You stop near the ship and look up at Din. He busies himself even more, the distraction barely working anymore. You reach up and tap him on the shoulder, it was so gentle he almost couldn’t hear the sound of his beskar. He turns around, the urge to be near you was encompassing his thoughts and he couldn’t help it.

“I think we should find an Inn soon.”

He nods. He drops the hypo wrench into his basket of tools. He takes a step closer and your chest restricts—the feeling of warmth spreading through you.

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “You’re good at that.”

Your head tilts to the side. “At what?”

You’re very clearly out of breath. You were heaving up and down, a bead of sweat glistening against your temple. He had worn you out with all of the playing around. The little baby in your arms just snuggles closer into your chest.

“Taking care of him.”

You hum, a smile stretched out onto your face. “You’re good at that too.”

He wants to shake his head, but he doesn’t. He knows his morals aren’t always the best, but he tries. He really tries.

Instead, he continues to stare at you—heart seizing in his chest at the sight of his little family right before him.

“Cyare?”

Your heart skips at the nickname. “Yeah, Din?”

“I…I, dank ferrick, I lo—” He curses at himself, at the world. He couldn’t say those three little words even though he knew he felt them.

“I know.” You say, smile wide and cheerful. Din almost glows in return. You know. Holy shit, you know.

You caress the cheek of his helmet, and he almost preens into you—even if he can’t feel it. “I love you too.”

[sunflowersteves]

Ooo can I please request a Bradley Bradshaw x civilian!reader drabble with the prompt

“grasp: run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms “

AHH I LOVE THIS

warnings || none, fluff

You were stirring a pot of soup, sprinkling in extra spices here and there. You let out a small sigh, and then you felt some fur rub up against your ankles. It was almost as if your kitten knew today had been rough.

You were missing Bradley quite a lot. It wasn't that you were particularly worried about him or that there was a peculiar knot that sat home in your chest from deployment. You just missed that broad-shouldered, brown-eyed presence that lifted the room.

You missed his mismatched socks and his habit of not putting his shoes by the door. You missed his feather light kisses on your neck and the squeeze he gives to your waist as you pass through the kitchen. You just missed Bradley, incredibly and deeply.

He was a light in your life that you hadn't expected. He wiggled his way through your heart and made it sing with pure love and adoration.

You lifted the spoon to taste some of the soup, making a content humming noise when it tasted just right. Every time you felt under the weather, you made sure to make the most comforting meal you could think of.

However, your eyebrow furrowed at the faint rustling sound coming from the front door. Your back straightened slightly as the sound continuously got louder, the rustling more prominent.

Carole perked her ears up in alarm, as do your shoulders. Confusion overrides your body as you hear keys and then the opening of the door.

You whipped around, eyes widening and the world spinning. You get a peak of fluffy brown hair and tall stature. Your heart spun in circles at the familiar thumping of feet that pad across the floor.

"Pumpkin? Are you here?"

Bradley.

Your Bradley.

You dropped the spoon, almost immediately, and ran through the kitchen to the foyer. "Roo!" Bradley whipped around at the sound and you jumped into his arms---his own enveloping around you in an instant.

You could hear his giggles as he spun you around, your own laughter drowning between his. He shoved his face right into the crook of your neck and breathed, smile widening at your familiar scent.

"I've missed you so much." He untangles a bit of himself from you so he could look at you. You were still half in the air, arms tight around you.

He could hear the sullen tint to your voice. His own eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern. "Oh, pumpkin. I've missed you so much too."

He put your two feet on the ground and rested his palm onto your cheek. Your skin felt soft and squishy, the urge to pinch them was almost getting unbearable. He gave a chaste kiss to your lips, short and so sweet.

You're his pumpkin. His cute, sexy, smart, and badass pumpkin.

"Oh. Are you making soup?"

You gasped, shoving him out of your arms. "The soup!"

[sunflowersteves]

Sending hugs and wishes for a speedy recovery!

Prompt: “surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse” with Marc Spector

thank you, love!!! heheh I hope you enjoy <3

warnings || nudes, SMUT THEMES, dom marc, 18+ only

Marc makes his way into the small convenience store near your flat. After his patrols as moon knight with Steven and Jake, he always made a routined last minute stop to the store.

He picked up a couple of items that you needed, and making sure to grab some of your favorite ice cream that you had forgotten on the list.

His lips curled slightly at the long list of different chocolates and caramel on the label, affection blooming inside his chest.

His concentration stops when he feels the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He picked it up, immediately knowing it was you.

He expected some kind of message saying that you forgot something on the list or telling him to get home faster. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a picture of you—brightly smiling—with a perfect view of your breasts.

His eyes comically widened, and he felt himself choke on air. “Jesus fucking—” He fumbled his phone, grabbing it quickly and smacking it against his chest.

He was breathing heavily, before practically sprinting to the checkout line. He stops, hurriedly placing the items onto the conveyer

belt. He impatiently thumped his index finger against his thigh as the old woman in front of him. She shakily, and at a snail’s pace, scans one of her items. His eyes flickered to her basket and sees that there’s still about nine more items.

He sighs, a hand over his mouth as the ache of his raging hard on sets in. He felt his cock twitch at another vibration of his phone.

Bed’s getting cold, Marcy :(

Oh, fuck. Another picture of you. This time, you were spread out on your shared bed. You wore his favorite lingerie—a deep red that caressed each and every curve.

He could feel his chest spark, a flush of lust against his cheeks. His eyes flickered once again to the woman filling ip her basket, just now on item five.

“Fuck this.” He muttered, taking the object out of the woman’s hand and scanning it quickly. She gasps, but he pays no mind, scanning all of the items at lightening speed.

“Thank you, kind sir.” He nodded, short and sharp. He scans his own items, cursing left and right before bolting out the door.

By the time he got home, it had been well over fifteen minutes. You were perched on the bed, patiently waiting for Marc to burst through the door.

You smirked to yourself as you pictured his disheveled figure, hands running through his raven hair—eyes wild with a certain gleam in them as he sprinted through the streets of London.

You hear the jostling of keys and a certain click of the lock before Marc busts through the door. His face was in a usual frown, maybe one a bit deeper than normal.

"Hi, baby." You say, almost purred it out of your plump lips. Marc doesn't say anything back, just pants. His chest heaved up and down as he took in your almost naked for.

He made long strides across the flat and onto the bed, not wasting any time to put his arms around you. "Did you think you could send that and get away with it, sweetheart?"

His voice was dripping in anything but sweetness. Instead, it was drowning in a promise. He presses a harsh bite to your collar bone, making you jump. "Marc—"

He doesn't give you time to react, hands squeezing your breasts and his lips kissing every part of your supple skin, making his down to your aching core.

He laughed at the high-pitched whine that escapes your throat. "You shouldn't have done that, sweet girl." He looks up at you, a stray curl springing in front of his face.

He knew you weren't sorry what so ever, despite the sheepish look that you conjured on top of your face. It was cute, that he'd have to admit.

He pried open your thighs, pressing a kiss to your clothed center. You gasped, jolting your hips forward. You could feel the wet patch almost becoming more as he rubs small circles against your clit with his thumb. "Marc!"

"God, are you getting dumb on me already?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer.

"I'm gonna eat you out until I say so, okay?" He paused for a only a second, running a hand up and down your thigh, "I mean it, sweet girl. I don't think i'm going to be able to stop."

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, head dizzy from the quick contrast of Marc barely even touching you.

He smirked, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He shoved your lingerie aside, relishing in the glistening of your sweet pussy. "I should get started then, shouldn't I, sweetheart?"

God, Marc could be such a cocky asshole sometimes, but you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

[sunflowersteves]

CONGRATS VIC!! I hope you’re feeling okay!!

For your lil follower game, I’d love to see a 🌼 with the brush prompt and Stephen G, my precious little bean 🥰

LOVE YOU!!

THANK YOU LOVE!! i am doing much better and thank you for being patient :)

warnings || none, just major fluff

Steven was positive, one-hundred percent, that he was dreaming. There was no way that he was practically sitting in your lap near his bed while your fingers combed through his hair.

You were a fairly new neighbor, having been there for almost a year now. You and Steven had made fast friends, even with his random disappearances that sent you worrying over him.

He told you not to worry about it and then one evening you had accidentally met Marc. You greeted him with the biggest smile he had ever seen, and he knew instantly why Steven had a such a massive crush.

Even Marc was beginning to feel his heart squeeze in the first three minutes of greeting you.

“Will you just ask her out already?”

Marc’s voice boomed inside Steven’s head and he jumped. The movement was so fast that it made you retract your hands—almost sending Steven into a panic.

“Shit, Steven! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Your eyes were wide in panic and you internally cursed at yourself for being too aggressive.

His eyes widened and he back tracked. “No! Gods, no, I— well, I— Marc just startled me and—”

“Oh. Oh, okay.” You didn’t seem super convinced and Steven bit his lip.

You had asked out of nowhere to brush through his thick, raven hair—almost making Steven fall out of his chair.

The curiosity to feel his hair between your fingertips was too enticing—especially when he twirled little strands between his fingertips. You excused it as wanting to start cosmetology when you asked if you could feel his hair.

The little white lie won’t hurt anyone, right?

“Why don’t you ask her out, Marc? You like her too.” Steven thought. A content sigh leaves his lips as your hand brushes through his hair again.

“Because, you idiot, you fell in love with her first. You have to be the one to ask her, not me.”

He thinks hard for a moment. His eyes flutter close at the calming feeling of your hands tangled into his hair. He’s not sure he’ll ever be this calm when asking you out. It was now or never.

“Will you go—go out with me? To dinner?”

Your hands pause into his hair. Your heart rapidly thumps against your chest. Out of all the things Steven was going to say, that wasn’t one of them you thought you would ever get to hear.

However, he took your stunned silence as rejection. His heart sunk to his stomach. “Oh—just forget I said anything, love. I—I— just—” He shook his head. “Pretend nothing happened—”

He yelped instantly at the pull of his hair. You yanked his head back so he could look you in your sparkling eyes.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Steven. Tell Marc he can get his chance later.”

He smiled—truly bright and shining. Butterflies filled his chest and tummy, a giddy feeling he didn’t want to get rid of.

“He said he knows loud and clear, love.”

[sunflowersteves]

Prompt: “pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ]” for Cassian or the moon boys? I can’t decide I love them all haha

cassian would so do this when he’s angry so I hope u enjoy <3

warnings || kinda angsty, fluff, arguing, SMUT, semi-public sex, this was way softer than I thought, 18+ only

“What were you thinking?”

His voice comes out in a harsh whisper, eyes scanning over the curve your nose and the way your eyes bore into his.

“I was doing the job.”

You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. Being a rebel was literlly a part of your everyday life and you didn’t understand why he couldn’t handle this situation.

He felt ire set forth through his bones, and his nostrils flared. Something ignited inside of him, he could feel his blood vessel rip open with incapacitating rage.

“The job doesn’t require almost kriffing dying. If you were actually smart, you would have—”

You scoffed, “are you fucking serious?” You almost couldn’t believe him. If you hadn’t attacked any of the stormtroopers, both you and him would be dead by now. “That was the only option I had, Cassian! Sure, it could’ve been done better but you and I both know what’s at stake if we don’t react immediately.”

You leaned back in the safe darkness of the alleyway, blocking anything from seeing the two of you. The mission was supposed to be simple so that the rebels could grab some intel, but you had run into a little bit of trouble.

Cassian knew you were right. You were undoubtedly correct in every way possible. He just couldn’t bare to lose anyone else—especially not you.

His heart stopped in his chest when he saw the blaster that was pointed at your face. It sunk deep in his chest, down to his toes at the crushed feeling of anger, grief, and loss.

It was then and there that he knew he couldn’t lose you. He needed you.

He startled you by surprise when his hands shove your shoulders back—hitting the rugged wall of some building in the city. You open your mouth to protest whatever he was planning, but you saw the look in his eye.

It was fiery and bright between his brown hues—emotions crashing over other emotions. His lips were on yours before you could even stutter out his name. Together you collide, swirling and grabbing for warmth and solitude.

Your back presses deep within the edged wall and your hands fluttered to his dark hair—twisting and turning through your fingers. “Cassian.” You breathe.

He doesn’t say a word, continuing the burning pressure of his lips against your jaw and leaning down toward your neck. His hands caress the curves of your flight suit and press deep within your skin.

“Need you, pretty—please.” He begged. It almost sounded sweet on his tongue but you caught a small glimpse of shame—of pure desperation. He needed this. He needed to feel the thump of your rapid heart beat. He needed to feel how alive you are.

You nodded against him, too lulled in his presence of honeyed pleasure. He was soft, yet entirely rough. He was cocky, yet his movements were akin to shyness.

“So pretty like this.” He whispered. It was almost unheard from the bustling life of the city, but it caught fire. It burned and ignited through your chest and heart.

He fumbles with the workings of your suit, opening the front and shuffling it down do your sides.

“Cassian.” You whined. He pressed sweet kisses do your chest as an apology for ceasing his addicting touches. He was so light with you, and he made sure to take his time so he can map out the presence of your skin near his.

He looked over—just for a split second to check his surroundings—while unbuckling his pants. They pool around his ankles and his cock twitches at the newly released atmosphere.

“Pretty girl,” he says, pressing his finger between your folds to gasp in the feeling of wetness on his fingertips. “Can’t—Can’t scare me like that.”

You nodded, whimpering at his fingers working quick against the hoof of your clit. “I know, Cass. Ah—‘m sorry, baby.” Something snaps inside do you—a passage of desperation and raw love. Cassian had always been there for you. Always.

He grabbed his cock, pre-cum dripping and swollen tip in all. Your legs wrap around his torso, back gently hitting the wall again. He gently shoved your underwear to the side and sinks inside of you.

He stays there for a moment—panting and groaning, while the clench of your walls fill his sensations. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you squeeze. “My love—please.”

Heat spreads through him at the endearment, his lips leaning down to kiss and bite into your open skin. He draws himself back before thrusting back into you. You gasp, his name fluttering from your lips and that seems to erupt something inside of him because he’s thrusting deeper and deeper inside of you.

“S-so tight, pretty, g-gonna take care of you. Please, let me take care of you.”

Whispers of nothings and sweet kisses fill the space, pleasure and bliss burst through the moment. His cock twitches and stretches in your core, the carnal feeling of him inside of you builds.

Your mouth falls open, a gasp of his name and a plea of love—something that sparks between his chest and his heart. He whispers the words back to you and groans—guttural and messy as he spills his seed inside of you.

“I’m yours, pretty girl. I’m yours. I’m here. Are you?” He asks desperately—pleading into you. “Are you here?”

You gasp as his thumb swirls against your clit. You moan wantonly against his cheek and he smiles. It’s bright and almost blinding to your irises. “I’m here, baby—I’m—I’m right here. I’m yours. I’m yours, body and soul.”

You hiccuped, words slurring together with each euphoric whip of his hand and his cock puncturing inside of you. A gush of sensations flood through you and you gasp, chanting his name over and over—the only thing that could be on your mind. Pleasure runs through your veins and it captures you full—encompassing and fluttering in your chest.

“Cass.” You felt full—his cum and cock stay still inside of you.

He stills and presses deep kisses against your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. It’s sweet and rich. It’s soft and powerful against your skin.

He pulls out of you, the two of you groaning at the loss of one another. It was okay, though, because this was the moment.

This moment, right now, was one that you knew would be all changed. He was yours. You were his. It was that much true, but to say it—between each other’s lips was different.

He caresses your head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry.”

You shake you head, acknowledging the reaction. Yours would have been the same. You knew that he was fully aware of your capabilities.

You cheekily smile, “never doubt my abilities again, Andor.”

He laughs, shaking his head. He could feel the weight lifted on his shoulders. You forgave him. You weren’t angry or mad.

You understood.

“Never again, pretty. Never again.”

[sunflowersteves]

🐇-Fluffy Bradley Bradshaw fics?

oh, babes, I’ve got you!! here are some of my favs!

whiskey sour - @bradshawsbitch

stay put - @roosterbruiser

i close my eyes and all i see is you and the small things you do - @jupitercomet

old habits die hard series (though there is some angst) - @roosterforme

truly madly deeply - @tongue-like-a-razor

[sunflowersteves]

🐣 — send me an aesthetic + character and i'll make a lil moodboard

cottagecore + joel <3 as spring has begun 🌷🫶

[sunflowersteves]

🐣 what about steddie as parents?

isa, my love, this made me SOB

[sunflowersteves]

vic! congrats on the milestone (and so sorry you’re bedridden!) sending you heaps of healing thoughts (and a hug, of course) with wishes that you’ll feel better soon. 💖

Could I please send you a 🐣, for mando + royalty aesthetic?

Thank you, this is so fun! I love your springtime theme! 🌱

thank you so much, my love!! and thank you for the hug :)

from all of the photos I picked, I couldn’t help but think of knight!din with princess!reader LIKE

[sunflowersteves]

🐇 for cassian <3

I’ve got u babes!! my mans and his amazing jackets <3

any of @ghostofskywalker and @moonlight-prose fics of cassian always send me into a coma. every!! time!!

jealousy headcanon - @dameronscopilot

for so long - @writingdumpster

hold me through the storm - @archieimagines

come back to me - @poeticandors

the right time - @lucy-sky

[sunflowersteves]

HAPPY SLEEPOVER BB!

would it be possible to get a lil joel + settling in jackson moodboard?

HAPPY SLEEPOVER MY LOVELY LOVE!! also hope u know that I just HAD to add the sheep. it’s his lil dream!

[sunflowersteves]

🐇 — fic/blog recs (specify character pretty pls!)

fic recs for moonknight <3

@moonlight-prose and all her moonknight fics are top tier

i broke his heart cause he was nice, don’t be a stranger (I read these yesterday and simply passed away) @fluffyprettykitty

relatively alright @moonknightly

make your tea and your toast @psychedelic-ink

[sunflowersteves]

🐣! what about a moodboard for cassian andor with a bar/nightclub theme? ily!!!

I wanna go to a club with this man bc he would be brooding from the crowded space but WHEN HE GETS A LIL TIPSY U KNOW HE LETS LOOSE

[sunflowersteves]

Do you have any bob fic recs?

this so literally so embarrassing BUT NO

I FEEL ASHAMED OKAY??? I haven’t read anything for bob and I think someone should arrest me

[sunflowersteves]

🐣 can I…..ask for din in an almost famous vibe for the song remains the same. 👀 also infinite kisses for you😘🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

THE WAYYYYYY it took me so long to get the right pics for this, I hope you like it <3

U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA CREATE A WHOLE UNIVERSE OF 70s ROCKSTAR DIN