#two map makers

[poorlemons]

I should draw michael (clear images, most liekly but i could also pull out distortion and wizard au) with different cute hairstyles... and helen maybe...

[ganondoodle]

I made a map of hyrule based off of a concept i saw on your page. I hope that's ok. It's still a work 8n progress.

OH!! you mean this one??

that was a rough concept of the map for my zelda comic (destiny)- i think it needs a little work since (mine here) looks a little too much like specific place for specific thing like a .. video game, ironically enough-

thats cool!!

[anam-mana]

It fascinates me that Alistair gets lumped in with the “Chantry Boys” in discussions about Dragon Age Archetypes because it’s just. Very untrue. But it’s an idea the text actually pushes you to connect with in a way I think is purposeful.

This guy introduces us to the lore of the Blight by asking if we want “the chantry version or the truth.” If we ask if they’re not the same thing he smirks and says with some attitude “they rarely are.”

He sums up his religious beliefs saying he’s “not especially” Andrastian, and that “believes in the Maker well enough.”

He’s actually LESS religious than Zevran, who describes himself as fully Andrastian with a regular prayer routine in optional conversation branches.

The things that people use to categorize Alistair’s supposed “Chantry Boy” boy status all have non-religious motivations.

For example, the big one, his virginity, is because 1. He’s nervous around women, which is the gender he finds most attractive 2. He’s actually the youngest Party Member, being freshly 20 years old. 3. And most importantly, he correlates sex with love and was brought up to see them as requiring the other and so feels uncomfortable having sex without what he sees as “true love.” And he just hasn’t been in love yet.

Another example would be his reaction to the Urn of Sacred Ashes. He reacts with wonder akin to Leliana where many others react with a contrasting blasee attitude. Even the Andrastian Zevran.

But you gotta read between the lines here. Zevran doesn’t hold remains as sacred. He’s an assassin. So his prophet’s body is in that urn. It’s a body. The least remarkable and most mundane, perhaps even the hardest to swallow, thing she could ever be to Zevran is a corpse. Kinda takes the wonder out of faith for an assassin if she dies and rests just like any one else.

But Alistair is fascinated, in awe. 1, probably because the Chantry he doubts so much now has some kinda proof that something they said was true, unlike what he previously believed. 2, Alistair is WAY more patriotic than he is religious and we gotta remember that the Fereldans pride themselves on Alamari heritage, and Andraste was probably the most powerful and influential Alamari person to ever live. 3, he’s actually a giant history buff. He info dumps history on you often, with the memorized readings of whatever question you ask. If asked about the King and Loghain before the betrayal at Ostagar, he shows respect for Loghain’s service in the War for Independance, and knowledge of his tactics. And when speaking about his time in training with the chantry as a child, he says the education was actually what he liked most. And a lot of his gifts are things like replica soldiers, Fereldan historical things, maps, (along with his interest in magical artifacts but that’s for another day.) etc. Given his patriotism and love of learning history, yeah, the Urn is a big deal to him.

I have more things I could say, but really, I just find Alistair to be one of the most misrepresented by fandom characters. His character has a TON of subtext that challenges you to look beyond what others represent him as and the low opinion he holds of himself.

The perception of him as Andrastian and devout is one pushed on him by people like Morrigan (and others to some degree) who fights Alistair more like a straw man representing society than she engages with him as himself. She sees him as a Templar even though he left the order specifically because they abused him And he fundamentally disagreed with their practices, The Harrowing specifically being what pushed him to fight to leave.

There are, textually, two ways to interpret Alistair. Through face value aesthetics and symbolism pointing to association with the Chantry and by observing other’s opinion of him. Or through actually listening to what he says and watching what he does.

And it’s just interesting to me that a lot of people get caught in the trap of what he represents aesthetically rather than who he is.

[amberautumnfaebrooke]

i think i could design a better death arena for children than those hunger games amateurs.

the whole premise of the games is all pageantry. every year you get a crop of 24 candidates around whom the entire state media apparatus dedicates an entire year to building celebrity narratives. this candidate is the younger sibling of last year's winner - these candidates are young lovers forced to compete - he's smart - she's fast - root for them, care about them, watch them, form opinions on them, bet on them. and then they stick them all in an arena to kill each other, which is a great entertainment premise, except that they make the arenas themselves really boring and generic. ooo, they're in...a forest.

it's not even an interestingly designed forest. imagine if the game designers treated their arena like an actual video game designer treats level design. discrete zones with multiple paths between each room, creative use of lighting to guide players to points of interest, points of interest scattered across the map, discoverable resources hidden to encourage exploration. instead they just have a generic outdoors location and if you get too close to the edge they throw a random fireball at you.

the 75th games are especially bad about this. the arena is laid out radially into 12 wedges, and each hour one wedge becomes especially dangerous in a 12-hour loop. as a mechanic, this is genius. it forces everyone to keep moving, making "survival by hiding" an engaging and tense viewing experience instead of someone sitting in a tree for three days. plus, it encourages players to return to the center of the arena, where travel time between wedges is short, which creates a high-value zone for players to regularly return to and conflict over. in other words, it's a mechanic which incentives players to adopt dramatic, dynamic, exciting behaviors which are entertaining to watch (not to mention it communicates geography to the audience well). but it only incentives those behaviors if the players understand what's happening, and they go out of their way not to tell the players anything! when they figure out what's going on, the showrunners spin the arena to disorient the players, like they're intentionally trying to get them to just. randomly wander the jungle instead.

this isn't even to mention how often they create undramatic, boring deaths. they plant poison berries around the arena. they supply no fresh water and no way to get it. they roll poison clouds over sleeping victims. these happen to work out in the books themselves but you have to imagine that extremely often these just result in players dying unexciting deaths.

the cardinal sin though, of course, is that nothing is done to personalize the arena for the crop of contestants that year. if i'm designing the 75th hunger games and two of my most beloved contestants famously had to cancel their wedding because of a return to the games, i would OBVIOUSLY give them a trail of, i don't know, wild game which conveniently leads directly past a well defended wedding chapel. will they hole up there for a while? hold a mock ceremony for themselves? do or receive ironic violence here? stare wistfully and move on? any of it is better television than getting attacked by generic attack monkeys. you should have a dozen of these things on the map for every single candidate. but the game makers are more interested in doing the same thing every other game has done than in telling a compelling story.

it makes me second guess enjoying the children's murder arenas at all.

[deception-united]

Online Writing Resources #2

Vocabulary:

Tip of My Tongue: I find this very helpful when I can't think of a specific word I'm looking for. Which is often.

WordHippo: As well as a thesaurus, this website also provides antonyms, definitions, rhymes, sentences that use a particular word, translations, pronunciations, and word forms.

OneLook: Find definitions, synonyms, antonyms, and related words. Allows you to search in specific categories.

YourDictionary: This website is a dictionary and thesaurus, and helps with grammar, vocabulary, and usage.

Information/Research:

Crime Reads: Covers crime and thriller movies, books, and TV shows. Great inspiration before writing a crime scene or story in this genre.

Havocscope: Black market information, including pricing, market value, and sources.

Climate Comparison: Compares the climates of two countries, or parts of the country, with each other.

Food Timeline: Centuries worth of information about food, and what people ate in different time periods.

Refseek: Information about literally anything. Provides links to other sources relevant to your search.

Perplexity AI: Uses information from the internet to answer any questions you have, summarises the key points, suggests relevant or similar searches, and links the sources used.

Planning/Worldbuilding:

One Stop for Writers: Literally everything a writer could need, all in one place: description thesaurus, character builder, story maps, scene maps, timelines, worldbuilding surveys, idea generators, templates, tutorials... all of it.

World Anvil: Provides worldbuilding templates and lets you create interactive maps, chronicles, timelines, whiteboards, family trees, charts, and interactive tables. May be a bit complicated to navigate at first, but the features are incredibly useful.

Inkarnate: This is a fantasy map maker where you can make maps for your world, regions, cities, interiors, or battles.

Miscellaneous:

750words: Helps build the habit of writing daily (about three pages). Fully private. It also tracks your progress and mindset while writing.

BetaBooks: Allows you to share your manuscript with your beta readers. You can see who is reading, how far they've read, and feedback.

Readable: Helps you to measure and improve the readability of your writing and make readers more engaged.

ZenPen: A minimalist writing page that blocks any distractions and helps improve your focus. You can make it full screen, invert the colours, and set a word count goal.

QueryTracker: Helps you find a literary agent for your book.

Lulu: Self-publish your book!

See my previous post with more:

Drop any other resources you like to use in the comments! Happy writing ❤

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[tteokdoroki]

tw ! slight age gap, reader is older, cheating, fingering, smut.

hello going on a business trip or to a conference, escaping your mundane life and the marriage that brings you nothing.

you’ve really gone on this trip to get away from your dead bedroom and the spouse that treats you like nothing more than a money maker.

which leads you to having a chance encounter with bakugou at the bar of the hotel your conference is at. you remember him from one of the panels — he’s young for this field of work but incredibly handsome, has brilliant red eyes that draw you in like magnetising poles, he makes you laugh and from your belly too. he’s everything your current spouse is not, there’s a spark inside you that you haven’t felt in years and bakugou knows it too. he makes you feel beautiful and seen and all he’s done is buy you a drink with a sour olive in it.

you find yourself stumbling behind him after one too many drinks, katsuki guiding you back to your hotel room — the good man that he is. you’ve both got panels to attend tomorrow morning at 9am sharp. it wouldn’t be wise to spend the rest of the night basking in booze and one another’s company. but when you get the door, failing to slip your key card into the slot — the blonde’s hand touches yours to help you get it in and all sense of logic is lost.

you no longer feel drained by mundane life waiting for you back home, you no longer think of your boring spouse in currently sleeping in your marital bed where they fail to make you feel loved. from the moment katsuki’s hand had touched yours, all you could feel was electricity, the longing and the wanting you’ve been desperately craving.

his lips drag sweep across your skin in heated motions and they find pleasure spots you’re not sure you even knew existed. bakugou’s fingers map out every inch of your body as though he may never touch you again, they dip past the forbidden band of your a-line skirt and write secret promises of pleasure against your clit because you’re married and the both of you know this is wrong.

one touch turns into another, dull and thick fingers stretch you open and graze your g-spot with an ease your spouse could never find. you e never felt this good, your lashes flutter against katsuki’s neck as he holds you to his chest and finger fucks you to the high heavens…because you’re just a hardworking woman who hasn’t had her pussy ruined in a long time, not like you deserve. he grins when you cream on just two of his fingers, such a good girl, so easy to please.

“such a pretty girl… such a hard worker ‘n no one to take care of you,” the blonde purrs into your ear before pushing you into the plush pillows and blankets below. there’s a gravel in his voice that raises at the heartbeat between your legs, not to mention the perfect view of him loosening his shirt and tie above you. “s’that why you’ve fallen into bed with the youngest guy here. ‘cause i got what it takes t’keep up with ya, yeah? make you feel better than that poor excuse of a fuck you got back home?”

bakugou grins slow and sexy when your hips rise from the bed on instinct at his words and he kisses you just to reward you, a poor touch starved little thing. its hungry and sloppy and messy and somewhere in the mix of his tongue wrapped around yours and your hands in his hair — the blonde has ripped through your stockings and slipped his aching, dripping slick cock past your quivering entrance.

he feels like home inside you, feels you up to the brim and sends your eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. every stroke is calculated, every piston of katsuki’s meaty girth purposive and intentional — crafted to make you see stars with every jolt of your body up the bed. you can’t go back to regular old life after tonight, you won’t be able to go back to the way things were without picturing bakugou’s tie hanging loosely above you and hearing his deep moans echo throughout your mind.

that night you leave marks on one another that you’ll be hiding for weeks, smiling at when no one is looking, reminiscing the sinful experience shared in this very hotel room. there’s too much passion in the room for this to just remain a one time thing, too much emotion behind the act saliva swept lip lock or love bite left below the line of future clothes to be worn.

you know that you won’t give katsuki up especially when he kisses you as you cum together, thick white seeping between your swollen and ravaged folds.

you’ll do anything to be underneath bakugou like this again, even if it means planning fake business trips every other weekend to get away from your spouse and get fucked to the high heavens by your young hot colleague.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[dduane]

The Bad Armor Drinking Game

In the digital art dep't...

So, having just sorted out the new figure for Queen Eftgan in the Middle Kingdoms books, I spent most of last week (while continuing to recover from the household upper respiratory infection) doing preliminary planning for the visual of a scene from The Door Into Sunset in which all the MCs are out on the battlefield. The big battle (or the final one of a sequence) will be the next day, and last-minute tweaks are being made to strategy and tactics. Which means putting most of the our-side protagonists together in a command tent, bent over a table covered with maps. (The "sketch" for this scene is over here.)

But sweet Goddess in a bucket, the shopping I had to do to make sure I had those guys' armor the way I wanted nearly drove me around the bend. From the digital artist's POV, the main problem with this is realistically arming the female characters. And the reason for this is simple: Almost all of it that's currently available from Daz is crap.

There are a very few notable exceptions. In Eftgan's case, for example: she's wearing the female-fighter version of the male-fighter harness that Herewiss has on. Sickleyield and Moonscape Graphics have done good work here.

But almost all the other female-use armors available at the moment? Argh. It had been ...a few years, I guess? since I last went armor-shopping. Last week I'd hoped there might at least be some new possibilities in the Daz shop. But instead I found so much more useless crap than before that I was tempted to start day drinking. And by evening, there were enough drink-triggers to start my very own drinking game.

I am not going to illustrate the triggers enumerated below, as I don't want to embarrass the artists. But if you look at the items turned up by this search, you'll have little trouble finding the things that would have left me in a drunken stupor within an hour or two.

My baseline: if I'm going to buy digital armor, either for male or female characters, it has to be something that I myself wouldn't be embarrassed to show up wearing at a swordfight. Otherwise, I start hitting the virtual bottle.

So I'd drink when I see:

Armor that fails to cover or at least protect vital vulnerable areas. Not just vital organs, but seriously important places like the insides of thighs and arms, the throat area, etc. (And yeah, I know and enjoy the various webcomics that illustrate, for humor's sake, the idea that the more bare flesh a female warrior displays, the safer they somehow are. But I'm dealing with the "realistic" side of combat here. Yes, some of my characters are magic workers, but the reason they go out and get themselves armor is so they don't have to waste precious magical ability dealing with something that steel will manage perfectly well without them having to think about it.)

Armor that should serve a useful protective purpose but nonetheless doesn't because it's been twisted by the armor maker, for design purposes, into a shape that means it's now essentially useless. Drink, for example, on seeing an example of "Silly Pauldron Syndrome:" i.e., shoulder pieces that will not only not protect you from a shoulder cut, but will direct it toward the space between neck and shoulder. ...Drink again if the pauldron also somehow blocks your view of what's going on around you. Another drink for pauldrons, gorgets or neck pieces that poke your eye out when you turn your head.

Armor covered with decorative doodads that do nothing but get in your way or serve as something for your adversaries' weapons to catch on. The proper purpose of armor is to deflect blows away from vulnerable areas, not to catch and keep them there. No one is going to waste expensive metal (and armourers' labor time) on decorations that are a liability. Anything that would catch a thrusting sword? Drink. Drink twice if spikes are involved.

Poorly thought-out attachments to armor (loincloths, capes, etc), Drink if these would inevitably trip you or otherwise interfere with you if you tried to run in them: or that would make it easier for an attacker—especially from behind—to pull/knock you down and kill you. Two drinks if the attachments are asymmetrical. (Because, what, this is supposed to help somehow?) And drink for loincloths in general, because, FFS, why.

Boob armor. If you're a woman who's fought with the sword at all, you know that unless you're absolutely dead flat in front, you bind up somehow to get the frontage safely restrained before the action begins. Armor that purports to separate your breasts into two different casings is simply idiotic. All that it does do is signal that you're female. (And you're doing this why, exactly? On a this-world battlefield, this strikes me as nothing but a recipe for trouble.) One drink for boob armor. Another drink for conical boob armor that would make even early!Madonna look askance. Two drinks for boob armor that covers only the tops of the boobs. Honestly, WTF!!

And: Armor that just looks silly. Armor that makes you go "Oh FFS, give me a break now" and look away. Two drinks (or more) for armor that covers hardly any of your character, but for which the designer is possibly charging you even more than for an intricately made and well thought-out piece of work with a lot more protective real estate.

...(sigh) So many drinks. And so little armor worth having. ...Anyway, I got away from that series of shopping sessions with my sobriety intact. Small mercies.

But let me show you something hilarious that came up along the way.

Very, very few of the people making and selling armors on Daz betray any sign of a sense of humor in their marketing images. The rig below, though, popped up suddenly and reduced me to gasps of helpless laughter.

This, I kid you not, will come up in that "armor" search above. Let's be charitable and refer to it for the time being as "fighting gear".

I haven't shown you the best of this, though. These two figures weren't alone. There was another.

This guy should be an example to us all. He's thinking, "They're gonna make me go out there wearing some stick-on leather nipple straps and half a rug from IKEA? Fine. I'm gonna make it work." ...And he not only owns it: he rocks it. This is a badass of some kind or another, and he has my sword, or axe, or whatever.

All I can say is: Good on the product designer for doing something genuinely funny for a change: because at that point, I seriously needed it.

(sigh) And now back to work.

ETA: A quick note per various recommendations of others online doing this kind of analysis: Thanks, but I don't need to go outside the household for more of the same. I'll just yell up the stairs to @petermorwood, who probably has some that's way more acerbic than mine. :)

[ma1dita]

written all over your face

'between certainties and doubts' installment  part of the mean!remus agenda, aka a moment from a terrifyingly convoluted teenage situationship between remus lupin and an unidentified Hogwarts student (x fem!reader)  wc: 2k  a/n: the stupid map is almost mocking him now that school’s back in session. since when were you so popular���with everyone?? jealousy trope, some self-deprecation from remus as usual, surprise at the end. feel free to send requests for them!

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Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present…

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

“Come on mate, you’ve been staring at that thing for hours—it still says the same thing,” James drones from his spot on the floor, “Or at least it should, last I checked.”

Silence is his response, and a paper ball that suspiciously looks like Peter’s Transfiguration homework hits the bridge of his nose, effectively breaking his reverie. He takes a glance down at the crumpled scribbles, and tuts.

“P, you spelled Grindelwald wrong. Two Ls,” he squints harder, “same with McGonagall—how’d you miss that?” 

“Listen Moony, I’m good at actual Transfiguration,” the blond groans as Remus passes the poorly straightened parchment back down to him, a pale cheek resting on the wooden foot of the bed, “jus’ dunno why we have to write so much about it. Maybe Minnie hates me and wants me to die.” James snorts at the notion, “Don’t say that Wormy, we’d be much less entertaining without you!”

“And far less entertained as well,” Sirius scoffs against his pillow as he wordlessly turns James’ hair different colors with subtle swishes of his wand—green, then blue, then red, before the bespectacled boy looks up and shrieks. Contrary to popular belief, James Fleamont Potter is much more touchy about his hair than Sirius is—being the heir to the Sleakeazy’s empire does that to you; not a hair out of place growing up in more ways than one. The noise distracts Remus from his earlier task and the furrow in his brow deepens as he taps the bewitched parchment once more with his wand.

Messr Padfoot would like Messr Moony to know that the special missus is still on her way to the Great Hall with Kingsley Shacklebolt, as she was the last time he checked five minutes ago. 

Remus’s eyes flicker toward the actual Padfoot currently lazily flipping through his stack of records for something to play.

Sometimes their charmwork was more perceptive than they were. The guilt eats at Remus whenever he closes his eyes—hiding the secret of you from the boys that have accepted him body, soul, and wolf makes his head hurt when he thinks too much. Which he always does.

And now he’s thinking about how he’s more worried about what their reaction would be—would they think him to be foolish? Unkind, for stringing you along, a forever so forbidden to him that Remus can’t even fathom what a future with you would look like.

He won’t let himself get that far. To do that would be a death worse than the fate he’s been handed for this life. But he’s not alone—and for now, that works completely fine enough.

He hasn’t been listening to the conversation, their chatter going in one ear and out the other, and James notices.

“I dunno, red might be a good look on me,” he chortles, “Whatcha think, Moony?”

The words are almost branded into the back of his brain for how long he’s been staring at this stupid map. 

It’s like it’s mocking him. 

Messr Padfoot thinks Messr Moony should just grow a pair and ask the bird out. 

Messr Wormtail agrees, and thinks that maybe she’d like flowers. Not button mums though, save those for when you go crying to mummy about how you waited too long and missed your chance.

Perish the thought—the magic taking form in the personality of his three best friends—his brothers, if he were ever fortunate to have any, ribbing at Remus’ misfortune of being so protective over a girl he can’t even call his. He’s been hogging the blasted thing since they got back for the start of fall term, and is starting to run out of excuses for why it’s still in his possession whenever he sneaks around Hogwarts. Prefect duty is barely an excuse since James got promoted.

“Remmy boy, are you even listening to a word we’re saying, mate?”

He shakes his head of the reverie he’s put himself in, the sounds of you cooing his name in the dark of night echoing in the blood that rushes through his ears (and other things). But to the boys—that was as much of a response Remus has given them in the past two hours. 

He’s too busy following the trail of tiny footprints with your name floating above it. 

Messr Prongs thinks Messr Moony is a right idiot and can’t believe that he’s gonna let a numpty like Shacklebolt steal his girl?

All of them groan playfully, eyes flickering among the three until suddenly, they dogpile onto the brunet who feels the added weight in the creaking of his bones (and his bed—this thing is about to smash into pieces).

“Blimey. Siblings or dating is what it looks like, is that what you want me to say?” Remus huffs frustratedly, a tangle of dirty socks and elbows in his face as he pushes them off one by one—Sirius somehow still makes a spot for himself, denim-covered arse on Remus’ pillow (which he’ll need to remind himself to change the sheets later).

“Who pissed in your cereal this morning, Moony? There will be ginger Potters running around one day, I’ll make sure of it!”

“Godric forbid, Prongs. Sounds like a threat!” Peter grins.

“Why are you here again? And making so much unnecessary noise? Don’t you have a swanky dormitory that you could be snogging your girlfriend in, Mr. Head Boy?”

“If I had that privilege, I’d take advantage of the amenities—” Sirius waggles his eyebrows to all of them then interjecting, “WE KNOW!”

Sorry, not Messr Moony’s girl. Since he gets so touchy about the specifics.

The parchment is plucked out of Remus’ reach, and with it, his intentions of finding out what exactly your business is with Kingsley Shacklebolt. And Edgar Bones. And Dorcas Meadowes and Pandora Rosier too, for the hell of it. Those girls have been glaring at him since passing the Marauders’ train car on the Hogwarts Express and Remus thinks they know something they’re definitely not supposed to.

Fuck, he’s really got to get his head on straight about what to do with you. A few ideas come to mind, the visage of you swathed in summer so far away from his reach now, when the future was something he could meld with his fingertips and kiss into your skin.

“I just miss the old times,” James says amidst the laughter that fills the cramped dormitory, “This, all of us—when everything was so much easier. Can’t blame a guy for wanting it all back now that the real world is creeping in on us.”

The comment almost evaporates into thin air, a moment of contemplation before Sirius and Peter are whacking him so hard with pillows that the down feathers sprinkle down overhead like freshly fallen snow.

For a moment it feels like back then.

And Remus finds himself missing moments he’ll probably never get again.

With no time for excuses, he snatches the cloak slung across James’ bag and storms out of there as fast he can. 

“Can I borrow this? Thanksmatebebacklater—Got something important to do!”

—

Remus’ pops out from behind a column and you swear there was no possible way he could’ve been there as you walked past seconds prior. 

“Merli—Mmf!”

The cool concrete makes you flinch as you’re backed into it and Remus is kissing you senseless, almost as if he has something to prove.

And laughter bubbles up his throat, spilling into your smile when he realizes you’re kissing him back. You can taste it off his lips, raw from being gnawed on and a smidge of chocolate he nibbled on his sprint here to make himself feel better

Kissing you has done that and more—soothing the aching feeling he’s had in his chest all week. You’re not pushing him away and clearly not stumbling into shadowy corners with anyone else but him. Remus is pressing you against the wall so firmly that if you were a ghost you might phase through it. But it’s delicious to be devoured like this, much more so when he does it like a man starved. He’s propping one of his knees between yours when you break away in a daze, lips swollen and slick that they mirror the candlelight twinkling off your eyes.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell has gotten into you?”

There’s a stupid smile on your face that has his name on it when he sighs so loudly it wracks through his whole body in a wave of desperation.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to get you alone these days?”

Blinking slowly, your eyes flicker back down to his lips with a smirk, and his index finger pushes your chin up so you look at him again, “Lovely, eyes up here.”

“You’re jealous.”

“I…” Remus shakes his head slowly at first, then rapidly as the insinuation sets in, “Am not!”

“You do know I have a life outside of you right?” You say crossing your arms cooly. The way your eyelashes flutter at him reddens his cheeks, being so easily caught in a lie. He used to be better at that—now he’s letting your fist wrap around his tie and tug him down like a lovesick fool.

Which he is not.

“Of course you do. I’m not at all bothered that I don’t have you to myself anymore,” he mutters through a scrunched face, “Go hang out with Bones some more, bet he’s dying to give you his o—” You squeeze his face in your hands, lips coming into a disgruntled pucker as you grin.

“Dunno, you sound pretty bothered, baby.”

Evil, evil witch. 

The pet names come easier for him but from you they’re a special treat—only used when you’re ruffling some feathers or when you get what you want out of him. Remus glares at you now, knowing he’d eat out of the palm of your hand if he wasn’t careful.

“You could have whomever you want,” he grits, scratching the nape of his neck, “Even the boys think so. I’ve heard them say it.”

“And unfortunately,” you peck his lips, “I want you. Can I please go to dinner now?” You sidle out of his warm grasp, narrowly avoiding the fingers that chase your hips as you swivel towards the other end of the hallway with a playful glance. 

“Besides, I’ve already kissed James,” you reveal with a grin as if nothing of the sort.

“WHAT?”

You were third-years and paired up for a Potions project and a conversation about his crush on Lily led to him spilling his guts about his mortifying fear of being too inexperienced for her. You told him you had never kissed anyone before either. The shared giggles led to an awkward and then very pleasant first kiss and then tentative snog in the Potions cupboard, a vial of powdered unicorn horn raining down iridescent sparkles.

Quite magical, for a bunch of fourteen year olds, but the less Remus knows is better. His jaw is clenched and if you weren’t sure before, he is definitely bothered now. 

“Two down, two to go—HEY!”

—

James sneezes quite unglamorously, like a foghorn, or an avalanche with a landslide rolling off his shoulders as they shake. And then another time, one that echoes straight into his girlfriend’s eardrum and Lily grimaces.

“Blimey, James. Cover your mouth!”

“I dunno, sweetheart! Just came over me,” he sniffs, pushing his glasses back up. Sirius leans over the table, knocking over a goblet of pumpkin juice straight into Peter’s lap, “Pads!”

“This girl I used to see always said if you sneezed twice, someone was talking shit about you.”

“With the record you four have, you’d all be sent to St. Mungo’s,” Marlene drones, flicking a spoonful of peas into Sirius’ hair. 

There’s an empty spot next to Peter, James notices, even if the boy is eating for two. Excusing himself, he steps out into the hall and blows his nose into a napkin from his pocket, pulling out the map as well.

A simple tap of his wand reveals the truth, his hazel eyes widening at the sentence that writes itself with no preamble.

Messr Moony is up to no good with a lovely Miss…

The letters of your name spell themselves out slowly, along with two pairs of footprints sharing a space in the corner of the parchment, and he cannot believe his eyes—but then the distraction leads to Filch confiscating the blasted thing for good.

“Mischief managed!”

—

[cocodotgreen]

Today is a big day: I am sharing my first world – “Simynthos” – with all of you! I’m very nervous about it, actually. It’s the first world I ever finished!

So what kind of world is it? It's inspiration, the island of Corfu, is one of the more northern islands of Greece. It is greener than the southern islands, and the architectural style is a bit different. It has surprisingly high mountains and cute little villages with tiny orange houses and narrow roads and pathways. It has olive groves with trees more than a thousand years old, and it has beaches with some of the clearest water I ever swam in. I tried to capture Corfu's atmosphere in this little world, so that my simmies may enjoy it, too! And now I hope, your simmies will enjoy it as well :)

To make it a “quick” project (still took more than a year, though 😬) I used the existing world “Sa Pineda” by the amazing @nilxis as a base. The island itself was not created by me, I only created the houses/lots and made over the vegetation.

Even though it is on a tiny map, it is a full world with several houses. It has almost all rabbit holes, and a lot for your sims to do – well, at least considering the sizes of the place. It can be a home world as well as a vacation world with Nraas Traveler mod (can be found here).

Other than my previous builds it does contain some CC. Most of it comes with the download, but not all (you will find all links to additional CC below).

If you would like a (almost) CC-free version, please message me! I will gladly try to make it look good without CC, if I know that someone wants that! However, you will always need the rabbit hole rugs if you want the rabbit holes! But I could remove all decorative CC and try to decorate with non-cc items.

I had a lot of fun building on this little island. I also learned a lot and I hope to use all the experience I gathered from this first completed project for my next world!

Details:

tiny map (256x256)

contains CC (most of it is included in the download, but not all. Links are provided for the items not included, see below in the “Links to CC…” section.)

no Store content used

road-less

unpopulated

9 finished residential lots

17 community lots

3 dive lots

two empty lots, one community, one residential

contains most rabbit holes. The ferry provides room for additional rabbit hole rugs in case you want to place some that are not included.

Packs used: I have all expansion packs and all stuff packs installed, and have probably used items from almost all of them.

Packs you will definitely need for full functionality: Island Paradise (for the Dive Lots, the Ferry, and the All-in-One Bathrooms), Late Night for the Bars, Supernatural for the Elixir Shop, World Adventures for the Nectar Maker and the Nectar Racks, University Life for the Coffee Bar, and Ambitions for the Salon and Tattoo Studio, Showtime for the Karaoke Machine, on one lot I used the grill from Outdoor Living Stuff.

I used a lot of furniture from the Seasons and the Pets expansions. This is non-functional, but the world will look different if you do not have these expansion.

A word of warning (please read this!):

This world is TINY! But for its size I packed A LOT into it. This means, however, that lots and buildings are on the small to tiny side. So not all game options may be available on all lots.

The Weather-Stone may not spawn due to lack of a suitable location.

There is some kelp visible from map view next to one of the dive lots. I could not find a way to remove it, unfortunately, although I tried everything I could think of. If it bothers you the workaround is this: Go into edit town, select build on the dive lot. Without doing anything leave build mode and leave edit town. Now the kelp should not be visible anymore for this in-game-session. You will have to do it over again the next time you start up your save, though.

The proximity to community lots will mean that you can hear the noise from concerts, movies and sports events or even just music very loudly on some residential lots. I recommend you turn down the volume of music and effects in the game options to around ¼ of the bar. You will still hear the sounds on the residential lots, but not as loudly. Update: Follow these instructions to mute rabbit hole sounds if they bother you! 2nd Update: @ohrudi made a mod to mute all rabbit hole sounds completely! I highly recommend that mod for Simynthos! See recommended mods below for the link!

I advise against playing with horses on Simynthos due to the limited space and the lag they can cause. See recommended mods section below for more details.

Snow may look black in some places, mostly on or near the paths due to me having to paint under the walkways I placed. Sa Pineda already came with 8 terrain paints. I decided not to change the terrain paint, as it was very nicely done by the creator, and also snow is probably a rare occurrence on Corfu. If you want to, you can just disable snow/winter in the options.

Highly recommended mods for performance and functionality:

TheSweetSimmer’s Pick Up Toddler Fix: If you want to play with families you will absolutely need this mod! Without it you may not be able to pick up toddlers at all due to the limited space inside some of the houses.

OhRudi's Rabbit Holes Without Sounds Mod: This mod was inspired by the annoyance of the rabbit hole sounds in Simynthos. Thanks you so much @ohrudi for the amazing work! It will mute the rabbit hole sounds permanently and you will be able to enjoy the quiet island village life I intended for sims to experience on Simynthos!

OhRudi’s space saving mods: I recommend all of ohRudi’s space saving mods for this world:

“Fix: Pets need less space”

“Fix: Sims need less space”

“Fix: Guitar needs less space for playing”

“Fix: Bass needs less space for playing”

Nraas Register: Horses will cause lag on Simynthos due to the limited space on the island and the extensive space that horses need for routing (even with ohRudi’s mod), so I recommend disabling horses in the game options and using nraas Register mod to deactivate wild horses completely.

Nraas Debug Enabler: The dive lots on Simynthos have the same problem that all dive lots seem to have: If you want to explore the caves, you will need to reset them first. If you forget your sim will be reset to the beach. Best way to do this is using Nraas “Debug Enabler” mod (click on cave > Nraas > Debug Enabler > Options: Name of Cave > Object > Reset).

Nraas Go Here: I generally recommend Nraas Go Here mods “Teleport for everyone” option, just in case a sim or a pet gets stuck somewhere.

Other recommended mods (optional):

You can have functioning Greek restaurants on Simynthos if you use these two mods together:

icarus_allsorts’s “Eat Outside Restaurants”

Cinderellimouse’s “Cooking and Ingredients Overhaul”

Both mods combined will allow you to set the menu for the diner or bistro rabbit hole to Greek dishes (or any other dishes you prefer) and order these dishes from a waiter on the lot. How cool is that?!

Links to CC that’s not included in the download:

You will need these Jynx rabbit hole rugs (Pets Fix), from this thread on MTS:

Late Night rabbit hole rugs (Pets fix)

Base Game rabbit hole rugs (Pets fix)

You will need the Left and Right versions of this mattress for two sims to sleep in a double bed that is placed against a wall.

I recommend you use @nilxis beautiful “Mediterranian Day” lighting mod.

Credits:

Thanks to @nilxis, the creator of „Sa Pineda“, for the beautiful base to this world. The island on which Simynthos was build is entirely their creation. I did not change the island itself or the terrain painting outside the lots (except for some places where I placed the walkways/paths). All credit for that goes to them! You can find the original version here. Also make sure to check out their other worlds, while you‘ re at it. They are some of my favorite worlds!

Thanks also to @aroundthesims for their amazing CC! If you do not know their website yet, you should definitely check it out! They have a lot of really cool items!

Thanks to @nornities for their extremely helpful CAW guide here. Unfortunately I only found this guide when Simynthos was almost finished. I could have avoided some of the mistakes I made, had I found it sooner!

Some of you may know, that I am not the first to make a Greek version of Sa Pineda. Back in 2016 Vendela created Simtorini. This super cute world has the typical blue and white houses another Greek island, Santorini, is famous for. Go check it out here.

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[suppermariobroth]

Left: a simplistic Super World made in Super Mario Maker 2. Right: a very similar Super World, consisting of the same two paths, but arranged differently.

Despite the near identical nature of the two, Nintendo allows the Super World on the left to be uploaded to its servers, but gives an error message stating that the route cannot be uploaded for the one on the right. To date, it is still unknown what exactly is causing this and what parameters Nintendo could possibly be using to evaluate the maps that would cause the one on the right to be somehow illegal in this manner.

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[legendarymapmaker]

Once again, fell out of practice on drawing. Here's a quick sketch I did recently.

A couple of introverts: Agent 4 zoning out while Marie is just vibing.

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter Seven

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight|Chapter nine|Chapter ten

Hybrid!OT7 x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: none that I can think of rn lol

Word count: 1.4k

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You woke up in a cold sweat, body trembling. You threw the heavy comforter off of you in a haste. The boys were no longer in your bed. 

A man.

A man that you not dare speak his name was now in your bed. A man from years ago, who you thought you had forgotten. Apparently you haven’t.

“Didn’t you miss me?” He whispered. You shook your head violently. It’s all a dream, you reasoned. I just need to wake up.

“I missed you. I think about you every day. Do you ever think about me?”

“No!” You yelled, now sobbing. “You left! You’re a coward! All you do is run.”

The man grabbed you by your hair gently, making you face him. He wiped the tears off your warm cheeks. “I won’t run this time.”

“I promise.”

Two words. Two words was all it took to wake you from your dream. Or was it a nightmare? It’s up to you to decide.

***

It was a cold, rainy morning. Yoongi sat by the window in the living room, watching water droplets splash off the leaves while bundled up in a fuzzy blanket. It was a drowsy morning for the boys. They were worried about their pack leader, of course. They were curious about his wellbeing.

They feared that they were next.

You did what you could to comfort them, but you knew that without Namjoon home, the boys were never going to feel true peace. It made you sick to your stomach thinking about what the researchers may be doing to him. Taehyung couldn’t sleep without being next to Jimin. Jimin was restless when sleeping without Jungkook.

And Kook had night terrors when he wasn’t cuddling with you.

Hoseok was jumpy. A knock at the door had him running. Thunderstorms woke him from his slumber. Jin was unusually caring. In the morning he already made breakfast, working on lunch. After showers, it gave Jin a sense of protection drying his pack members hair. He even made his rounds, room to room, making sure everyone was sleeping soundly. When Jin had a chance to rest his eyes, all he could picture was the people he loved be snatched one by one.

Yoongi had a caffeine problem.

A cup in the morning, cup in the afternoon, and a piping hot cup before bed. He believed it to be a stress reliever, but he was actually bouncing off the walls, having caffeine induced anxiety attacks. You even tried hiding the coffee maker, but to no avail. He found it every time. And he would never admit that he can’t relax without having the entire pack in his sight.

���Can I come in?” A knock at your office door awoke you from your thoughts. Jin, on the other side of the door with a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of bacon and eggs, awaited your response. “I don’t wanna interrupt.”

You pushed your rolling chair to the door, creaking it open for him. “No, you’re not interrupting anything. Just doing some research...This for me?” You pointed at the plate of food in Jin’s hand. He nodded, handing you the warm plate carefully.

“And don’t worry about cleaning. Tae already put everything away. Watcha researching?” His eyes roamed your desk. A map with written directions. An article titled: Dr. Kim Petitions Court for Hybrid Rights.

And a piece of torn paper with a phone number on it and a fancy name.

“Who’s Hongjoong?” Jin asked you, a little more aggressively than he thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re free to talk to whoever, I just-“

“It’s okay”, you giggled, showing him that you’re in no way upset. “I was actually going to talk to you guys about something, but now that you’re here I guess I’ll tell you. Come sit”. You pat the velvet ottoman across from your desk. 

“I wanna get your thoughts before I tell the others.”

“Tell the others what, exactly?” Jin sat down with ease, a lot of curiosity.

You prepared your thoughts. How do I say that I want to take the countries most wanted hybrids to the research facility where their pack leader is being kept?

“W-what?”

Shit, I said that out loud.

 “Wait! Im so sorry! Fuck, that came out wrong. I was trying to say that I found a way for us to get Namjoon back, but it requires a lot of work”. You hoped that eased Jins worries. You hoped he would ponder of over the idea, give it some thought. You hoped he would say yes and convince the others.

You hoped.

“So, you want to travel with six hybrid criminals, in hopes of breaking out another hybrid criminal, and make it back home in one piece? Im confused.”

Rightfully so. You didn’t have it all planned out. You didn’t give him all the details. You didn’t even know the details yourself! Now, you’re putting your trust in an old friend who claims that he believes in hybrid rights?

Sounds like a bunch of horse shit to Jin.

“Jin please just hear me out”, you begged. “I have this friend- well old classmate, really. He’s a researcher who is currently on strike for his beliefs on hybrid testing and abuse. If I can get to him, he might be able to help us get Joon back.”

You could see the look on Jin’s face. He was still dubious, and he had every right to be. Why do we have to go? He wondered. Can you promise me we’ll make it back?

“You want my honest opinion?” You nodded frantically. “Okay...”

He paused. “I feel like it’s a shitty idea.”

“Jin-“

“No! You wanna know what I think? I think it’s a dumb fucking idea! God knows what will happen on the way there. Not to mention, Joon may already be dead! Then you have led us into a trap where we will all face the same fate, you included!” 

You sighed. You were getting nowhere. Dead end after dead end. It seemed hopeless.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A notification popped up on your phone. It was a text message. One that you didn’t expect…

Kim Hongjoong 8:35 AM

Hey, it’s been a while

Been thinking about you…

Im actually back home visiting my parents

Was wondering if you maybe

wanted to catch up?

***

He felt like he was floating. His body was beaten and bruised. His hearing was foggy. He couldn’t hear the whisperings going on in the lab, but he could hear the banging on the metal bars of his cell.

“Leave him!” One researcher yelled. “Dr. Kim said not to touch him until he gets back! Do you really want to upset him?”

The other guy rolled his eyes. “Why would I care what he says?”

“Maybe because he signs our checks?” The researcher continued his tasks, analyzing Namjoons blood in the glass test tube. “Can you at least try to not sound like an asshole?”

The guy smirked, banging on the bars one more time.

“Not possible.”

***

That night you curled up in bed with a good book, needing a distraction. The pack wanted to sleep together, leaving you with a bed all to yourself. You knew how they felt about you, perceiving you as part of the pack, but it didn’t feel right to impose on their personal time together. You’re human after all. You might not ever truly be apart of them…

“You think loudly. Your face shows it all”

You jumped, throwing your book to the side. Wasn’t like you were reading it anyway. “My god Yoongi! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

He shushed you. “Keep it down. It took forever for everyone to go to sleep. I almost didn’t make it here”, he laughed, making his way to the left side of the bed. You scooted over to give him room.

“I thought you guys were sleeping together tonight?” You asked. “Isn’t this like a pack violation or something?” Yoongi stuffed himself under the covers and rested his head on the pillow.

“Just lay down and shut up”, he huffed.

“Well, excuse me”, you giggled, reaching over to your nightstand and turning off the light. Yoongi held his arms out, an invitation for you to be held. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed. “Thanks Yoon.”

“Anytime my love, anytime.”

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[flyndragon]

I've read lots of posts about jedi doing art but I was thinking... Jedi SPECIFIC art.

First Idea I had was lightsaber carving - like chainsaw carving irl, but the chainsaw is a lightsaber and the log is a big hunk of metal. It started as a way that you could connect with your kyber without sparring or other violence and evolved over jedi history to have its own complex artistic history.

The two genres of lightsaber scuplts are 'art led' and 'force led'. The first is a more traditional artistic process where the maker plans out the forms they want and uses their skill to enact them. The second is where a jedi can practice to sink into a deep enough moving meditation that the force itself guides their blade to reveal a truth inside the metal. The jedi don't see one as superior per-se but its context for appreciation of the art.

Like...

The most famous artistic process piece is from a jedi in the high republic era. They carved out an entire model of the galaxy as it had been mapped in 3d from a 7ft by 7ft metal cube. It took them years and they damn near re-invented the hyperspace lanes in the process. The piece is notable because if you stand at a couple of angles to look at the model, the fine metal holding up the planets, stars, and other phenomena almost completely disappear, leaving an illusion of a completely floating sculpture.

The highest regarded Force-driven piece is from the beginning of the republic. Modern scholars mostly agree on the big picture - that it represents the burning of the jedi order and the rebirth of hope after. Its creator, an elderly jedi master, known for intense force visions, created it in a 3 day trance, and he passed a mere month later. He never provided any insight as to the piece or what he might have seen, only that the art 'spoke for itself'. There has been an uncountable number of papers debating whether the sculpture was the old jedi processing the pain of witnessing a dark age of the jedi during his youth or whether its truly a vision taken form.

[athenaluthor]

Living Daylights ~ Darth Vader.

summary: Husband!Vader comes home angry and he needs to let out some anger.

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, SMUT, Unburnt!Vader, Dubcon, Creampie, Rough, PiV, Domestic Vader, mentions of kids.

Word count - 1.6k

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Comfortably sat on the living room sofa, she waited for her husband. Though he would never admit it, he enjoyed having someone greet him after a long day. A familiar face to wash away the troubles of the day right when he walks through the door.

Truth be told, she needed it too. Working from home while taking care of two incredibly restless boys was exhausting, especially when both were terribly ill from a flu being passed around at school. Between runny noses, high fevers and tears; she clearly needed a break from being pulled in a million different directions.

The attendants scurry to open the door for him, quickly scrambling away right after, none wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

The sound of Vader's ship landing snaps her out her trance rather abruptly. Looking out, she sees him storming out of it the moment the ship is secured on the landing pad. He was infuriated, his footsteps echoing loudly, a clear show of his anger.

Testing the waters, she gently calls out to him “Vader..?”.

She receives no reply. His body is unusually rigid, making the hairs on her body rise. Days like this would usually end with her laying on her back, legs spread and him mercilessly pounding away at her. Not that she minds, but tonight she prays that it wouldn't be the case, she barely had any energy left. Vader undeniably enjoyed fucking the living daylights out of his wife.

Usually, he would give her a chaste kiss on the lips or cheek before grabbing her hand to retire to their bedroom. He wouldn't ask for much, just some help with his suit and sometimes a bath. On some occasions, he'd ask her to help with his strained muscles or injuries.

Today, he was nothing of that sort. Vader grabs her arm and pulls her roughly towards their shared quarters. A chill runs down her spine. The last time this occurred, she could barely walk after. Vader had taken her so many times and so hard that night that she blacked out several times. Thank the Maker that their bedroom had been soundproofed. She prayed that their children would never see what Vader would do to her. Vader's was insatiable especially when he was angry.

“Vader? What's wrong?” she asks again only to receive a low grunt from him.

Admittedly, the past few months had been hectic, Vader had been engulfed and utterly preoccupied with work, while she tried to wrangle two young boys at home. They've barely seen one another without being interrupted by work or their children. She didn't need to see his face to know he was angry and frustrated.

The moment they make it through the door, Vader tosses her onto the bed. He was mostly careful with her in bed, save for the occasions where he was angry. The rough act earned a rather terrified whimper from her, surprised by his abruptness.

Then, he unclasps his helmet, dropping it to the floor with a loud clang. Wasting no time, he pounces on top of her, roughly kissing her with vigor. His hands were roaming her body as if he was mapping her out. Taken aback, she places her hands on his chest, trying to make him slow down and to let her breathe.

Within no time, Vader managed to tear off her clothes off her body. Judging by his acts, he was in no mood to play and jest. His eyes were filled with rage and lust, he looked every bit the Sith Lord people feared.

Vader begins to strip himself of his suit, each piece thrown aside without a thought. He would pick them up later once he was done fucking his wife, his beautiful wife.

Then, Vader buries his face in her neck, beginning his assault of kisses and leaving a trail of red spots in his wake. He adored marking her skin, letting the galaxy know she was his.

Vader's hand moves down to her clit, pinching it. She lets out a small noise, surprised at the action. Vader toys with her clit and runs his tongue across her nipples.

“Vader! Gods, slow down!” she begs him.

Without warning, he inserts two of his large fingers in her. Earning a moan of both pleasure and pain escapes me at the sudden intrusion. She wasn't wet enough for it yet, and he knew it. Vader thrusts his fingers in and out of her without care, sending a sharp pain through her. He knew she liked it when he was rough, how wet she would get when he had his way with her.

Vader's mouth is now on her clit, his tongue flicking the bundle of nerves while his fingers violate her. Vader knew how to make me pliable, bending to his every command. He knew how to turn her to a pile of moans, to have her pussy leaking for him.

He begins to toy between flicking his tongue on her clit and sucking it, making her so,so wet. Her hands reach down to his head, grabbing the head of soft blonde curls as he made her head spin.

Vader then curls his fingers towards my sweet spot, earning a rather loud moan from her. His cock was so hard by now, he needed to fuck her soon.

She could feel the pressure build in her lower belly, taut and dizzying. Vader knew how to read her cues. How her walls would clench when her orgasm was building or how cunt would be dripping wet, soaking his fingers and the sheets. His pace was relentless, pistoning his fingers in and out of her so quickly.

Trying to hold herself together, she grasped at anything she could. Feeling the pressure grow tauter and tauter until it eventually snaps, sending her body into blind pleasure. Moaning and tossing around as her body came.

Vader drank up her moans, reveling in how her back would arch and how she clenched down on his fingers as she came. He did not stop, continuing to finger her through it, his mouth also continued its assault on her. He loved overstimulating his wife.

“Va-vader! It's too much! Give me a break, please!” she begs, back arching from pleasure.

“You can take it. Even if you can't, I'll make sure you do.”

The second orgasm builds up so quickly, the pleasure made her body shake. Her clit was overstimulated and her hole was sore from his fingers. She tries to close my legs together but Vader quickly pins them down.

“Try that again and you'll regret it, wife.”

Her second orgasm hits and her mind is empty. Only thoughts of her husband having his way with her remained. The pleasure was too much all at once, earning incoherent moans and screams from her. She can't seem to catch her breath,her body wildly thrashes on the bed. As Vader slips his fingers out of her, her body is limp, tired from the overstimulation.

Vader positions his hard cock between her legs and she had no energy to resist. Vader's lust was insatiable at times. Regardless of what she wanted, he would fuck her when he wanted to fuck me.

Vader slides his cock inside her, her cunt was dripping, making it easier for him to fuck her. Her walls were so warm and tight, Vader had to resist the urge to come immediately like a teenage boy.

Despite being wet enough, the stretch still stung. Vader's cock was long and girthy and a few months without sex made it even harder to take.

It didn't help that Vader was not gentle, he thrusted his whole length in without hesitation, bottoming out in her. She let out a pained groaned while he moans loudly.

He wasted no time. Vader began thrusting in and out of her roughly, his pace unwavering. He needed to fuck her, he needed to bury himself so deep inside his wife. The head of his cock hit her cervix repeatedly, making her scream. She hoped he wouldn't fuck her all night, she didn't think she could take it.

Vader was sure she would be so sore in the morning. He hadn't fucked her in so long, her pussy was so tight.

“God, you're so deep. Just, slow down.” she pants.

“I can't. I kriffing can't! You feel too good wrapped around me.” he says, sounding breathless.

Vader buries his face in her neck as he continues to pound into his wife. Grunting into her neck with each thrust, shaking the bed as he does so. The sharp pain his rough pounding caused made her head spin, reducing her to moans and whimpers of pain and pleasure.

Vader pins her hands above her head, while he kisses her lips roughly. Vader loved to kiss her while she moaned, her moans drive him crazy. So crazy that he'd fuck her for hours just to hear them.

As he fucked her hard, her third orgasm approaches. This time, the pleasure builds so quickly she could barely think. Her body hadn't felt this much pleasure in months.

One of Vader's hands reaches down to rub her clit, he knew by the way she tightened around his cock. He knew she was close. So, Vader's fingers reach down and plays with her clit. Vader's fingers on her clit pushed over the edge.

She screams into their kiss as she came around his cock. Vader grunts in reply as her walls clamped down on his cock. Vader loved the way her legs shook, overwhelmed by pleasure. He loved how fucked out she looked under him.

Vader pulls away from their kiss and says“You’re so tight when you come on my cock. I can barely move, fuck! You love it when I fuck the living daylights out of you, huh?”.

Vader's pace does not falter even after she came. By this point, she could barely process what was happening. His thrusts, his grunts and his kisses all pushed me to edge of her limits. Her body was riddled with pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked her.

Vader pinches her nipples and slaps her breasts and he fucks her. His roughness made her breathless. His grunts only spurred her on. Fueling the pleasure in her veins and she could feel his thrusts becoming more and more frantic, he was close. He would come soon and he would fill her with his come, stuff her so full of him.

She loved being filled by him, having his seed in her. She loved it when he treated her like this.

Suddenly, Vader grips her hips and lifts them slightly. He increased his speed, pounding her like his life depended on it. Anyone watching would think Vader had gone insane.

His pace was relentless and his grunts echoed through their bedroom. Vader wraps one of his hands around her throat, putting slight pressure on it.

She moaned his name repeatedly, trying to hold on to the edges of her consciousness as her Vader fucks her. The lack of air making it harder for her to stay conscious.

Vader comes with a loud groans and grunts, rutting wildly into her. Vader shoots his seed deep inside her womb, painting her insides.

The feel of his seed her was euphoric. It pushed another orgasm through her body. Her body shook as he continued to thrust into her softly through both of their climax. Vader lets go of her throat right as she was about to faint.

Her vision darkens for a few moments, her body unable to handle the pleasure and exhaustion. Laying there limp and satiated with her husband buried deep inside her, where he belongs.

Vader softly strokes her cheek, trying to rouse her back to reality. She opens her eyes to the sight of him looking at her with worried eyes.

“You still there?” He softly asks.

Too weak to answer, she merely nods. Her skin was sticky, her heart was beating wildly and she was barely able to catch her breath.

Vader slides himself out of her slowly, his seed dripping out of her and soaking the sheets. Vader's cock hardens slightly at the sight. His seed coming out her hole was enough to make him want to fuck her again.

Worried about over exhausting her, he refrains. He slowly lifts her up and sets her on the bed properly. Laying her limp body down, head on the pillow and comfortable.

Somewhere in her daze, he cleaned her up with a damp towel and tucked her in. The room was warm and cozy which made her smile. He adjusted the temperature so they both would be comfortable.

When she woke, he had just came out of the shower and dressed only in long pants. Sliding into bed, his skin was cool against hers. He pulled her into his arms, allowing her head to be resting on his chest.

“I heard the boys were sick today. You stayed home with them?” He asks.

“They were. Some flu has been going around at school. Their fevers have broke so they should be better in a few days.”

“What did the doctor say?”

“Not much. Gave them medicine and advised they rest. Told me to monitor their temperatures and coughs, and call him if they get worse."

“I'm sorry.”

“Hmm? About what?”

“I came home and fucked the living daylights out of you without even greeting you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Was it too much?”

“A little. What was it about, hm? You don't usually come home that angry.” I ask, tracing patterns on his chest.

“Nothing you should concern your pretty little head about. You should sleep. I can tell you're tired.” He replies while rubbing my arms softly.

He's avoiding telling her about it. She's learned not to prod when he's not ready to talk, he's Vader. He won't talk until he wants to.

Once she's asleep on his chest, Vader's mind wanders off. He would not include her in his plans, it was too dangerous. But soon, very soon, they would be free.

Free from the Emperor.

He slips out of bed and heads to his children's bedroom. Vader couldn't sleep anyways, he might as well check on his children. Seeing them would help him ground himself and calm down.

He slips inside their rooms quietly, not wanting to wake them up. He checks on each of the boys' temperature, making sure their fevers weren't too high. He stood there for a while watching them peacefully sleep. They were pure and untainted by the world around them, unlike him.

He would make sure Palpatine would never touch any of them again. Not his wife, not his children.

His youngest stirred awake, the bluest sleepy eyes staring back at him. He could tell the little boy was on the verge of tears, probably uncomfortable from being sick.

He gently picks up the boy and soothes him. His wife and eldest were sound asleep, he didn't want them to wake up as well. Vader's youngest son melts in his arms, and so does he. His son buries his tiny face into Vader's neck.

The little boy still had a slight fever and was probably still uncomfortable. Vader could feel the little boy's tears on his neck. Vader couldn't resist loving his two boys. He would much rather die before letting Palpatine dig his claws into them as well.

So, he'll fight. Palpatine will be gone and defeated. He swears it.

[slimybeth69]

Touch: Part 8

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Series Summary: The Mandalorian is quite interested in what you've been doodling. What happens when he finds out?

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: Tatooine is nice, Grogu... not so much.

CW: me making things up about a ship that I have no reason to even think about, smut: mutual mast (whaaat? again???) unprotected P in V, creampies.

a/n: this chapter was heavily Rough Day inspired as is the whole story, but one part from Rough Day stuck with more than the rest-- you'll see. love you @no-droids, miss you.

“This is your hyperspace map.” Din points to one screen on the left side of the ship's cockpit dashboard.

You’re sitting in the Captain's chair with Grogu in your lap.

“Both of you, pay attention.” Din snaps his gloved fingers in the child's face. Granted, Grogu had been looking around in awe of all the screens and buttons and things that neither of you had been allowed to touch until right now. 

Grogu faces forward and you give him a comforting squeeze.

"You can determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge.” Din turns his helmet in your direction to make sure you’re paying attention.

You nod in understanding. “Determine your range by checking the fuel gauge. Got it," you imitate Din's rasp with a smirk. 

He shakes his helmet from side to side and turns to look down at Grogu, who is looking at a different screen right next to the fuel gauge. 

Din points to that one now and as he does, it starts blinking red and the alarms start going off in the ship again. Not as loud in here though. The Captain needs to think clearly. 

“This is your enemy proximity warning indicator...” Din sighs softly. “Okay, get outta the chair. We got pirates. Go somewhere you can hold onto something, or strap in-” he motions to the chair beside him in the cockpit. 

That is terrifying-- being where the action goes down inside the ship!? No, thank you. 

The comlink in the cockpit kicks on and a voice begins speaking to Din. 

“You cannot just run away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood, Mandalorian.”

The voice rings out through the ship and makes you flinch. You look down at Din as you stand in the doorway of the cockpit. This unlike anything you’ve ever dealt with before.

Din kept you packed away safely on the Crest-- far away from whatever this was.

Pirates. Cutting down in cold blood.

The man continues to speak as dreadful thoughts of what could happen to you and Grogu floats through your head.

Din is always safe, never has failed to come home but you’re barely a Jedi. You’re realizing that now when you get scared or overwhelmed. You might be able to fight but being a Jedi takes way more time than two years. 

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming."

The ship suddenly jolts, and is now speeding much more quickly than before. It makes you stumble back several steps but you grab onto a doorway and hold on tight as Din weaves in and out of asteroids. 

Maker--this is not what you thought Din did out here in the galaxy. Getting chased by pirates!? He was supposed to be a bounty hunter, that’s what he told you when he hired you.

This doesn’t really look or feel like hunting. It feels like being hunted–that’s what it feels like.

It’s all okay. You’re gonna be fine! Din won't let anything bad happen to you, ever. Not now! 

“I’m actually going to need you to strap in. Hold on to Grogu.” Din’s voice is strained as it calls back to you from the captains chair.

You struggle to make your way back up to him, but you manage to get yourself into the co-pilot seat and strap in. “Please hold on. Pay attention too; free lesson.” 

For what?!

This isn’t what you signed up for when you agreed to let him teach you how to fly the new ship. No, you thought you’d have fun in the seat he’s in- maybe take off, land the ship sometimes. Not this! This is all getting a little too real now.

The wound on Din’s leg was the start of it two years ago- when you nursed him back to health. Now he wants to you fly this damn ship sometimes, and be chased by pirates or whatever else was out there waiting for him. Now you too! And Grogu! Three more enemies start approaching from the front of the ship, not from the rear where the other three were coming from. 

“Din…” You point to the screen and show him what you’re seeing. 

“Three more?” He sounds confused as he turns the ship in the opposite direction. “Where did they come from?” You don’t know, you don’t care, you just want him to get you all out of here safely. You wince and hold Grogu tightly to your chest and try to cover his eyes. “No. Don’t . Let him see, he’ll be a Mandalorian one day.” You sigh and take your hands away from the child’s face so he can see all the asteroids and other ships that are shooting at you fly past. 

“This just-fuck!– sorry,” you look over at Din apologetically, but he almost just hit an asteroid! You’re expected to not swear? “This is just a lot…for a child. What if he has nightmares?” You ask, your free hand now holding on to the wall on your side. You go to push for brakes that aren’t there on the floor and your whole body is stretched out in the chair beside Din as he heads straight for another asteroid. “Din. Din. Din. Din. Din.”

He’s going to fucking kill you, but at the last second he pulls up and you think you can feel the ship ding it–just scrape right along the tip-top of the giant floating boulder in space.

“Oops,” Din rasps from behind his modulator as you glare at him. “Just a scratch.”

You roll your eyes and hear an explosion behind you. Don’t wanna know. You guys keep doing this until you run around the biggest asteroid you’ve personally ever seen. There’s a giant ship hidden behind it. 

“Lemme guess…umm… Gorgan–no…Gorian Shard!” You say excitedly, pointing out the window. “That’s Gorian Shard’s ship, isn’t it?” You smile very pleased with yourself for listening so well. You look over at Din after taking in the sheer size of the destroyer in front of you–

Oh shit... A destroyer?

You watch in horror as all the guns drop down from the bottom, and then the giant ships blasters on top point right in your direction. Your smile drops. "Uh-oh."

“They’ve got a target lock on us. Be quiet.” Din rasps softly. The coms click on again and you hear a new voice in the ship now. 

“Stop where you are, Mandalorian.” This new voice calls out.

It’s Gorian Shard. You know it is.

“You’re outgunned.”

Outgunned?

You had just woken up, sore as all hell from your activities the night before–walking around like you just spent two days on a blurrg nonstop- when Din says let's look at the cockpit. Let’s play pilots. Now you’re being outgunned. Wonderful. 

“I have no quarrel with you,” Din says calmly into the coms.

You think back for a moment, and are sure he’s never not spoken calmly around you. He’s always calm. How does the man do it? Maybe the only time was after your trip to the market when he shoved credits at you but even then, he never raised his voice. 

“Ha! What a sentiment of a man who just destroyed four of my fighters.” The voice buzzes out over the coms.

Four? When did Din get four of them? You were sitting here the whole time! Your eyes might have been closed for a minute, sure, you don’t really remember.

“Surrender your ship and I will spare your lives.” The voice calls out again.

You look over at Din silently. He turns his helmet to you. 

“Listen– both of you- don’t ever trust a pirate. Hold on to the kid." And then he fingers some button near the proximity warning indicator and the ship is being hurled towards Gorian Shard's destroyer. 

"Din..." You draw his name out as you get closer and closer, but Din knows what he's doing and you fly right past the destroyer at hyper-speed. "I hate it." You close your eyes and shake your head. "The Crest couldn't do this." 

"It sure couldn't." Din laughs through his modulator.

“We have to go where? I thought you said we were going to Mandalore.” You’re watching Din as he rubs his bare fingers along your bruised ankle. He’s got his helmet off and the sun-shields isn't up so it’s a pale darkness in your room. You’re sitting against your bed as he lays on the floor in front of you. Grogu is sleeping in your blankets somewhere beside him. 

“We need a memory circuit. For IG-11, remember?” Din mumbles with his eyes closed.

You can’t look away from him. He’s really so handsome.

“What do we need the droid for anyway? He tried to kill us.” You motion to the blanket pile next to Grogu. The two of you don’t need to be nearly as quiet as you used to have to be. Grogu really does sleep like a rock. “Almost broke my ankle.” You wiggle the foot he’s running his fingers across the top of.

Din snorts softly, but keeps his eyes closed. 

“I don’t know what the atmosphere is going to be like there. Or what the planet is really like at all since it was destroyed.” Din explains.

You remember hearing about the Great Purge as a child and what the Galactic Empire did to the Mandalorian people. Your aunt would tell you all the things she knew. Even if they weren’t always nice or sweet. She let you know that real bad things happen out in the galaxy. There were bad people out there that made those bad things happen.

“I'm gonna send the droid out first to see what happens.” Din’s voice is still so calm- just as calm as he was in the cockpit this afternoon. 

“And then what? You go and bathe in the waters? Then you can never take the helmet back off?” Your voice is quiet and wavers slightly.

Din silently nods his head.

“And that's what you wish for?" You’re genuinely curious. 

“It is. Do you not wish me to?” Din asks now, rolling his head to the side to look at you. It draws a smile on your face. You don’t want him to put the helmet back on, not at all. You won’t ever tell him that. 

“I wish for you to be happy. Safe, more than anything.” You whisper to him, still grinning sheepishly. “That’s all I wish for- us all together like this when we can be." You old your hand up to him and Grogu sleeping next to him. "For you to just be safe and come back to me when you must leave. Helmet. No helmet. I'll take you as you come to me." 

Your words make Din smile. A real smile. Not a sleepy ‘look, you almost broke my nose’ smile in the night. This was Din’s real smile. You wonder how many times you missed out on it because it’s hidden from you behind that helmet.

Din gives your foot a soft squeeze. It’s impossible to not think about the future with him. It never really comes up and you can see why now after that small chase today. There is no guaranteed future-- so why talk about it?

The memory of being in Nevarro with Din was more than enough to keep your heart happy, the idea that maybe one day, you'd be able to find a nice plot of land there and live in a real house-- maybe give Grogu a non-green sibling. 

“Are you happy?” Din asks, his other hand ghosting across your thigh. You'll never get tired of the way his heat feels against you. It's the thing you look forward to most when the day is wrapping up and you know he's going to hold you in his arms or you'll press yourself into his back and keep him close and safe all night. “You still want to stay? Even after our run in with Gorian Shard?” Din’s fingers tickle you gently. Not enough to actually tickle, just touches.

You scoff, “Gorian Shard doesn’t scare me," you shake your head from side to side, looking at Din through your lashes. “I used to work for this guy who was a real ass. Now he was scary,” you wink at him.

He leans up careful to not wake Grogu and points a finger at you. “I was only an ass because… I liked you and knew better,” Din whispers. “Don’t call me an ass again.” He warns through a playful smirk, and lays back down, holding his arm out for you.

You crawl to him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Perfect and beautiful. From the very beginning,” Din sighs, his hand now moving up and down your back. The other holds your arm across his stomach. 

“Is that the real reason you wanted to see my doodles so bad that day?” You yawn and close your eyes, listening to his heart. Din chuckles to himself. “Why is it funny?” Your eyes are still closed when you ask. 

“I had already seen them- I wanted to see if you'd show me.” He says through his laughter. You keep your head on his chest waiting for more. You know by now there will be more. “You doodled all the time. I always watched you draw the child- and then the man...” Din trails off and his fingers grip you, tightly enough for you to feel it. “I got nervous you pinned for another. A man without a helmet.” You tilt your head to look up at Din with furrowed eyebrows, but he continues before you can speak. “I was jealous.” He has his eyes closed now, thinking back on that day.

You do the same and it all comes back to you like it happened yesterday. "I thought it was my secret,” you whisper to him. “I didn’t want you to know I was thinking about you like that. That I had been...picturing you that way-- I thought of you knowing what was in my notebook, and then having to fly around the galaxy with you after. I would have died.” You chuckle at the feeling of being so nervous. You were so scared. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“A secret.” Din sighs. “You thought I was going to kill you.” Din teases just as quietly. “I tried to not be jealous-- you weren't mine to be jealous over. But... I couldn't sleep for so long wondering who it could be. What did he look like?” Din starts to explain again. “I went through your things. Betrayed your trust. I shouldn’t have done that. But I had to know. Then I see my helmet, my beskar...” He trails off and squeezes you against him tightly. “You drew when I wasn't around, because I hadn't seen all of your doodles. Mesh'la--”

"What does--"

"Beautiful. Very fitting for the girl in her white dress," Din glances down at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively. 

You roll your eyes at his compliment, feeling the heat pooling behind your cheeks and now, in your lower belly. “I wanted way more than for you to just touch me that first night,” You tease him. “I liked it though, what we did that night. It was very sexy .” You say the word slow and drag a finger up his stomach. “Maybe one day I can watch you in the dark.” You swirl a finger around his nipple and then rest your palm flat against his chest. “I’d watch you touch yourself in the dark.” 

Din’s breath hitches in his chest when you speak. “I can do that for you.” His voice is steady and even when he talks. “I’d do anything for you.” 

That makes your breath catch in your throat. Din…would do anything for you? You would do anything for Din. If he asked you to bathe in the waters with him you would, despite whatever was living in there waiting for you when you jumped in. You would do anything for him and to be with him like this. You snap your upper half up and look down at him with the most seriousness in your eyes you can muster. He looks up at you, confused. 

“I would do anything for you. I mean it.” You lean down, careful of his nose, and give him a kiss. “I would-- Anything .” You whisper and pull away. You lay your head back down on his chest before he can respond. Din never says anything. He just places his hand on your head and holds you close to his chest like that until he falls asleep.

The next morning when you wake up, you’re alone in the sheets. You stretch out on the floor and sigh. The galaxy through these windows is incredible. You could lay here all day and watch the stars pass you by. Once you get up and change into your clothes for the day you go and look for Grogu. 

Him and Din are sparring in the hull. You watch carefully as Din teaches Grogu the correct form. Grogu shows Din that he doesn’t really need good form by picking him up by the waist and setting him down ten feet to the right with the force. You smirk as Din struggles with the invisible fist around his middle. You know what it feels like, Grogu does it to you about fifty times a day. Din walks over to Grogu kneels beside him and says something you can’t hear. Now, there is an invisible force around your middle and it’s dragging you into the room Din and Grogu are in. 

“Did you tell him to do this?” You ask, getting dragged right by Din. You turn your head to look at him with lifted eyebrows. “I hate when he does this.” Grogu sets you down right beside him and holds his arms up to you. “Luke said I have to stop holding you.” Grogu continues to hold his arms up to you. “Some Jedi Mandalorian you are.” You tease him playfully as you reach for him. “A cute one, that’s for sure.” 

“You should probably grab your robes. It’s gonna be wet on Kalevala.” Din explains as he presses his helmet to your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss. 

“What’s on Kalevala?”

As the ship door opens you’re greeted with the most beautiful sight. A giant body of water, more water than you’ve ever seen in one place. It’s breathtaking. Din was right. It is wet here. The rain drips onto your forehead as Din walks beside you with his hand on your lower back. No funny business this time.

You have to pull the hood down over your face to keep your eyes from being pelted with the drops of rain. It’s beautiful, but wet. You slip on the smooth stone path that leads from the landing pad to the castle Din pointed out on the way in. You manage to not fall but Din still grabs your wrist with his other hand to steady you before you carry on. 

“Please be careful, don't fall,” Din rasps to you as you start up the stairs. It is a long way down to said beautiful body of water. You eye the edge of the steps carefully and Grogu for once, follows behind in his floating orb that sits in the corner of Din and yours’ bedroom now. Barely used anymore. 

The three of you follow a droid who had been waiting for you out in the rain. It leads you down two long hallways; yours and Din’s footsteps echo as you walk slowly. There is water dripping off the hood of your robes onto the floor and also your forehead. You push the hood back, and wipe the water off your face.

Even from a distance, you can see Bo-Katan’s red hair. She smiles and waves at you as you get closer, but frowns at Din.

Something bad must have happened the last time they saw each other. 

“What are you doing here?” Bo-Katan almost snarls at Din.

You’re taken aback! She didn't seem this angry last time they were together? She was nice to you. You remember that part. Bo-Katan smiled at you when you walked in just now!

Why would she be mad at Din?

Their conversation gets kind of heated– as heated as a Mandalorian argument can get, you think. Neither one of them raises their voice the entire time even though it sounds like they should be.

Din explains his plan to go to Mandalore.

This makes Bo-Katan laugh at Din. Laugh right at him! “Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the purge. The Children of the Watch, and all the factions that came before it shattered out people.” Bo-Katan growls. It makes you want to take two steps back and one to your right to be behind Din. This woman is scary. You need to train with her for two more years and you’d be unstoppable. “Go home. With the woman. She’s nice. There isn’t anything left on Mandalore, Din Djarin.” 

“I have to go. I need to bathe in the Living Waters for my transgressions.” Din explains quietly. 

“You are a fool. You’d drag her there? Let her and the child stay here. They don't belong in a place like that. Let them stay, Din. I’d be a good host to them while you went to bathe .” She rolls her eyes at the last part but then her head flicks to you and she smiles. “Would you want to stay? Do you miss girl talk ? We'd have such a good time."

Uh, yes the fuck you do. To both of those things. It’s like Bo-Katan is hypnotizing you as she speaks. Girl talk sounds like fun. Gossip? A real slumber party? Maker, yes, please. She’s probably got such good snacks. She lives in a fucking castle, of course, she’s gonna have good snacks. You wonder if she’d let you sit in her fancy stone chair.

“They both come with me,” Din says flatly, completely crushing your dream of having a best friend. Bo-Katan snorts and turns her head back to Din, frowning. Her eyes move up and down on him like she's 

“There are flames in the mines, Din. Not magic. Beskar came out of them one to supply our ancestors. Nothing else. It’s all superstition. The planet is dead. Raved. Poisoned. 

The more Bo-Katan talks the more you think Din should just go back to High Magistrate Karga and accept that job offer. With a nice house by the hot springs. Din responds to her about a curse or something. You were busy thinking about how you'd decorate your new house on Nevarro when you snapped back to the conversation happening in front of you. 

“Make up your mind.” Din rasps from behind the helmet. Woah, Din, let’s be a little nicer to your best friend Bo. Okay? She sounds like she’s trying to help him.

“You want to explore the mines so badly, go right ahead. Bring your aliit there and let them see. Try and find proof and bathe in the waters that don’t exist.” Bo-Katan is pissed off, it’s pretty evident and now you’d just like to leave. “They’re beneath the city of Sundari. The civic center.” Bo-Katan rolls her eyes and waves her hand at Din dismissively. 

“Thank you.” Din says as he turns. Grogu follows him. You give a small wave to Bo-Katan but she motions over with her fingers. You start to walk to her but stop, looking at Din who is already ten or fifteen steps down the hallway.

“C’mere.” She calls you over now. Din’s footsteps stop in the hallway and he’s turned around looking at you and Bo-Katan. You’re on the stairs leading up to her fancy chair. “Do you wish to stay? You could.” She asks with concern in her eyes. “I’d hate to see anything happen to Din’s aliit .” When she says that, her eyes flash to Din quickly then back to you. “You’re more than welcome to stay. I hear you trained with the Jedi. I’d love to see what you learned from them.” She gives you a smile with her perfectly shaped lips. Who is telling everyone about you? Is Din out here giving away all of your secrets?

“My aliit comes with me. No discussion.” Din rasps from down the hallway. Bo-Katan frowns at you but takes one of your hands in her ungloved ones. 

“Someday.” She coos to you, rubbing her thumb across the top of your hand. “Be safe out there, little one.” You try to hide the shock in your eyes when she calls you that but it’s hard. You’re not necessarily a ‘little one’ you’re grown. As grown as you’ll be. You’re smaller than the Mandalorian people, yes. But not enough for her to call you that. You pull your hand away from hers slowly and smile.

“Someday.” You’re calling back to her as you reach Din’s side and press yourself into him, uneasy with the exchange you had with your new best friend. 

“Did you hear what she called me?” You snap your head up to Din, despite the rain as you two step outside of the castle. “Why’d she call me that? Why’d she say it the way that she did? Are you not telling me something about Bo-Katan?” You ask Din so many questions as he walks beside you back to the ship. 

“What did she call you?” Din asks as he raises the ramp to the ship. 

“She called me little one.” You repeat it just like Bo-Katan said it to you inside the castle. Din’s helmet snaps to you but the rest of him freezes. “What? Is that your pet name for all the women you touch?”

Why else would Bo-Katan know his sweet name for you? It’s probably not uncommon but for her to just guess correctly on the first try? No way. Not even for perfect lips and eyes and hair Bo-K. No way. She’s not that perfect. 

Din watches as you stare at him waiting for a response. 

“Is that what you were doing the other night when you left?” Your eyes go a little wider at his silence. “Din..?” He still doesn’t answer. “Din!? You didn’t!?” You’re in complete shock. This isn’t happening. Your worst fear as of two days ago? Because before that it had never crossed your mind that Din even spoke to other women let alone flew around the galaxy unsupervised with them. Now it’s starting; the planet in your throat is back. “Did you…and Bo-Katan– did you?” You take a step back from him and that snaps him out of his trance. His helmet shakes softly and he looks at you. 

“No. Nothing’s happened between me and Bo-Katan. I would have told you.” Din explains.

You have no reason to not believe him. He’s been very honest with you in the past. “I was with her the other night because I asked her to get me something if she happened upon one in her travels. She had wanted me to come get it. We argued that’s why she wasn’t happy to see me today.” Din talks slowly, and you’re trying to pull the words out of him faster with your lack of the force but it doesn’t work. 

“What did she have?” You ask quickly, trying to make up for time lost when Din speaks. “Why did you argue? Why did we even go see her today if she’s mad at you?” Din looks at you for a long time–the reason you speak to him so quickly– and then starts walking into the belly of the ship. “Where are you going? I’m tal-”

Din reaches for your hand and pulls you into the door he told you to not open or go in or anywhere near. You have to climb down a ladder to get into the small carrier below the ship. It feels heavy in here like there might be more gravity in here, somehow? You don’t know. You don’t pretend to understand how things work on the ship. 

“This is an N-1 Starfighter,” Din explains as he climbs into the cockpit. He grabs something from down below, where his legs would go. “Come on. Get up here.” Din calls down to you. You look for the footing and handholds he used to climb up to get into the cockpit. 

“Wh…en did you ge…t this?” You strain as you pull yourself up to kneel on the small ledge just around the outside of the pit Din is sitting in. 

“When I got the ship.” It’s said like it was a two-for-one special or something that you should know about. You roll your eyes. 

“What are we doing down here?” You look into your own eyes when you stare into his helmet. “What are you going to teach me now? You want me to fly this thing too?” You give him a look but Din hands you something wrapped in a black muslin bag with a drawstring. When you take it from him, you’re surprised by its weight. “Something new to put inside me ?” You roll your eyes again.

“Open it.” Din’s voice is soft as he watches your fingers fumble with the knot in the drawstring. You get it open, and inside is a cold, metal object. You almost can’t believe your eyes when you pull it out of the bag. 

“Din…” You voice trails off as your fingers trail over the unfamiliar metal that’s in your hands. It’s beautiful and dark and reminds you of-- Din’s beskar. “Is this…?” You can’t even get the words out but you look up at Din and he’s nodding. 

“There aren’t many lightsabers made from Mandalorian Iron, but Bo-Katan found one. I told her how badly I wanted ner ad’ika to have one. The beskar just made it more special. Like you.” Your eyes flick between the lightsaber in your hand and Din’s helmet as he speaks to you. 

“What does that mean?” You’re quiet when you ask because you liked it when he called you his aliit and don’t want that to change. 

“My little one.” Din rasps quietly. “We can put your Kyber crystal in it tonight, I put it somewhere safe so the other little one didn’t get it. Eat it.” Din puts his hand on the back of your neck. “ Ner ad’ika ratiin. ” Din whispers through the modulator. “My little one always.” The tip of his helmet touches your forehead. 

“Why did you and Bo-Katan argue?” You ask Din, pulling away from his helmet so you can look down at your new gift. “Were you upset with her about something?” Din shakes his head and sighs. 

“She doesn’t want me to take you to Mandalore. She worries it’ll be too dangerous. She tried to talk me out of it.” Din leans back in the seat of N-1 and sighs. “It is going to be dangerous. That’s why I wanted you to have this before we went there. There could be all sorts of dangers hidden away there. You need to be prepared.” 

You show Din how to put the Kyber or Focus crystal into the lightsaber. You both are sitting on the floor of the carrier below the ship.

“Okay, so I think if you just snap and turn this bottom part back in like this.” You press hard on the bottom plate of the lightsaber in your hand and then twist quickly to the right. You hear a soft metallic click as everything locks back into place. The weight of the handle you’re holding suddenly feels one hundred pounds heavier. It feels good in your hands like it belongs there. 

You jump to your feet, take ten large steps back from Din, and press the small button on the side of the handle and a pale pink plasma extends four and half feet out of the handle you're holding. It’s so bright and so hot you can feel it from here and it makes you squint your eyes. It hums quietly as you hold it in your hand. You can feel it vibrating softly. 

“Perfect.” You whisper as you spin the handle around gracefully in front of you. The plasma moves so fast in your hand it looks like a solid pale pink shield in front of you. The dull humm whizzes past your ear as you twirl the handle in one hand by your side. “It feels so good.” You look to Din as you slice the plasma blade through the air easily. “It’s prettier than any of the ones I got to use at the temple.” You hold the grip tightly in both hands and hold the searing hot line of pink plasma up in front of your face. The heat is hot even from a foot away. 

“You look like you know what you’re doing with it,” Din says with his legs splayed out in front of him, leaning on his hands behind him. “That injury I received on my leg years ago was from a darksaber.” He says it so casually. You hadn’t forgotten about the injury. You had just never asked again what happened. Din said a fight and then you just became so worried about taking care of him, it never came up again. Then you went to Ossus with Grogu and never got the chance to ask him again. 

“I love it. It’s the best. Thank you, I couldn’t ask for a better one. So now we go to Mandalore-” You ask Din, strapping the saber to your belt.

“No, now we got to Tatooine. I need to see someone about a memory circuit.” Din explains, standing up from the floor. “We should be there tomorrow sometime. You should rest.” You give Din a look. 

“It’s the middle of the day. Grogu doesn’t even nap anymore. When would I rest?” You ask Din looking at him through your lashes. 

“Grogu is also mine to look after too. I think you forget that sometimes. Always, actually.” Din shoos you out of the carrier part of the ship. “I wonder what he got into while we were down here.” Din grumbles while you climb the ladder ahead of him. 

Grogu surprisingly didn’t get into anything. You’re so pleased with him, that you give him a small handful of orange candies. He squeals with delight when you put them in the small pockets of his robe. You don’t see him again for forty-five minutes as he munches happily on them sitting next to Din in the cockpit while you go to your room. You undress and lay naked on the floor under the windows, covered by only the softest sheets you’ve ever felt in your whole life. 

What Din said downstairs resonates inside your head.

Aliit. Ner Ad’ika. Ratiin. 

You memorize those words. Remember how he spoke them to you. You’ll learn Mando’a for Din. So that you can speak poetry to each other in his native tongue. Say all the nice things he says to you back to him so he can understand, really know how much you care for him. You’ll learn, no matter how hard it is or how long it takes you. 

The nap you end up taking is heavenly. Stretched out like a star in the sheets on the floor. You dream of all the exciting things your aliit will do together now that you’re weaponized. You still need Din to teach you how to fire a blaster pistol correctly. You’ve never actually shot one, just held one in your hands that one time. 

The child is crawling on you. 

“You always give him to me when I have no clothes on.” You mumble sleepily, pulling the covers up to your chin. “I just need a couple-” But you're cut off when Grogu puts his entire mouth on your right eye and eyebrow. It stinks. His breath is putrid. It makes you gag and you have to wipe his slime off your face when you sit up. You flick your hand out onto the floor and the slime splatters against the metal. 

“That’s why I keep the helmet on.” Din rasps, chuckling over his words. “Stinks, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh ha ha ha. The Mandalorian can crack a joke.” You wipe the remaining slime off your forehead and look at the cute child in your lap looking up at you. “You do stink. You stink so bad. Do you want to… take a bath?” Hold your hands up to him like you’re gonna get him. Grogu’s eyes go wide with terror and he bolts, faster than you’ve ever seen him move out of the bedroom. 

“He needs one,” Din says, helping you to your feet. “You probably do too.” He says, wiping missed slime off your cheek. 

“I do need a bath. I haven’t had a proper one since the temple.” You look fretfully at Din who just shakes his head. 

“We’ll stay somewhere nice tomorrow. It’s the Boonta Eve festival in Tatooine. We’ll take one night off from the ship.” Din holds one finger up near his helmet.

You could pass away, you're so overjoyed. “Say you mean it. Please? Don’t mess with me.” You hold on to the chest plate of Din’s beskar. “Don’t play with my emotions like that. We can get good food? And sleep in a real bed? Not on the floor or squeezed together on a mat?” You’re speaking so quickly because you’re unsure if he’s being serious. “Din, I want to sleep in a real bed with you. I want that so badly and I want to watch people on the streets and see things. I want to spend my credits. Really bad. Don’t tell me you were joking. Please.” You take a deep breath in when you’re done speaking. You still have a grasp on his chest plate. “Please.”

“We could stay for two if you need it. For your…emotional needs?” Din sounds…uncomfortable with your desire for normal things. 

“Do you not like good food and soft beds?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. You’re not even being smart or funny, you’re actually curious because he seems very content with his bone broth and vegetables and mats he calls beds. 

“I do enjoy them.” Din rasps. “I enjoy making you happy.” You see yourself blush in his helmet. It’s crazy that the man who started your time together by telling you everything you did was wrong every chance he got, is now trying to give you everything you could ever ask for more and more. Giving you things you didn’t even know you wanted.

Fireworks are going off outside. They’ve been going off since you guys got off the ship. Now, you’re standing in front of a woman, Peli Motto. She’s looking you up and down with Grogu in her arms. 

“So this is your lady ? Huh. Smaller than I imagined…being with you and all.” Peli looks Din up and down now too and then shakes her head, not understanding. “Anyway… I missed this little guy. He talkin’ yet? Sayin’ Peli?” She turns her head down to Grogu and tickles her index finger along his stomach. “Yeah, Peli sure missed her little guy.” It makes you smile how much Grogu enjoys her. He’s warbling and cooing happily. They’ve met before.

“I’m looking for an IG memory circuit.” Din rasps, ignoring her remarks and questions. Peli gives Din a look of exasperation and then flicks her eyes to you. 

“Guy’s talkin’ like your grandpa.” She turns her eyes back to Din and snorts. “They don’t make those anymore. Those things are ancient history, old man.” You start to wonder how old Din actually is. He’s definitely not old enough to be your grandfather… that’s for sure, but now you’re curious. You’ve never asked. “I could ask the Jawas.” Peli tilts her head from side to side slowly like she’s thinking about it.

“Could you please. I need it for my droid.” Din explains. Peli gives him another look, up and down before she calls out to one of her pitter droids. 

“What’d you need the droid for anyway? I got this beauty right here! Already not broken either!” She exclaims, pointing down to an R5 astromech while waiting for the Jawas to come to talk to her. She’s a funny woman. You like her. She seems interesting. Don't take any shit. Likes to give it. You like her a lot. The Jawas finally appear and they speak in their native tongue, which you do not understand. “Nope. No circuit. But the astromech is still available.” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at Din and then looks at you, still wiggling them. You smile.

“I need a droid that’s rated for spelunking.” You and Peli both turn your heads to Din. 

“Spelunking?” Peli and you say in unison. You look at each other and then to Din and then again in unison say. “What are you spelunking?” 

Din tilts his helmet to you like you should already know this. You should, but there are so many moving parts to his whole plan it’s starting to get a little confusing. Peli and you wait for a response. The droid that was sitting at Peli’s feet bleeps happily. You kneel and hold your hand out for it. It rolls to you and lets you press your fingers against its cool metal. It bleeps again happily. You smile at it. 

“Cute.” You say to Din, standing beside him.

“See, your lady likes it.” Peli keeps wiggling her eyebrows.

“I need to send a droid to see if the atmosphere is safe to breathe on Mandalore,” Din explains. You remember this part now. Yes. The droid goes on the planet... yes. You remember. The R5-astromech bleeps loudly and starts to roll away. Peli grabs it by the top of its domed head and stops it. 

“Oh no, you scaredy droid. It’s time to shine.” She spins the droid around back to face you and Din. The R5 blips nervously. A couple of lights flash on the front of him. "Oh stop whining. Don't be a coward. You're an astromech, act like one, don't embarrass me." Peli looks back up at Din.

“It’s falling apart, Peli.” Din holds one hand out to the droid. 

“Mando its an adventure droid. R5D4 is as good as the day it came back from serving in the Rebellion. Since it’s Boonta here’s what I’ll do…half price and a free oil bath?” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at both of you again. 

“C’mon. It’ll be okay.” You wave the R5 over to you and it rolls, taking its place behind your legs on the opposite side of Din. Good, it can stay there because it's just as cute as Grogu maybe, and now you're it's mother. Just a cute little hunk of rolling metal that bleeps and bloops? Yes. You want him. He's yours now and Din can find a new droid to send out onto Mandalore because this R5D4 is your second son. 

“Don’t get too attached.” Din grumbles down at you. You shoot back with a look of disbelief.

“Too late.” You snip at him. “Already attached.” How could he? R5 is adorable. 

Din pays Peli and takes Grogu back from her arms. “Do you think the Spaceport has rooms available? With the festival happening, I wasn’t sure.” Din asks Peli quietly. 

“Oh you guys have a hot date tonight?” Peli says loudly enough for you to hear. You glance over at them, unaware that Din had asked her anything. 

“Huh?” You have your fingers on the top of the R5’s dome, holding on to him gently. “I just want to sleep in a bed.” You chuckle when she asks about the hotel room. 

“Does he make you sleep on the floor? Or in a closet?” Peli gives Din a look of disappointment. Her eyes moved up and down his body with a look of disgust now. 

“Yes. But Grogu is the one who sleeps in the closet. I got a whole room.” You explain innocently. Din shakes his head and sighs. 

“She has a bed.” He's exhausted with you already. “She chooses to sleep on the floor. And it’s not a closet…it's uh… Grogu…sized room.” Din is exhausted with this. You can tell he doesn’t want to be explaining this. 

“So a closet?” Peli asks with her face scrunched up, her hands reaching for the baby again but Din pulls him away slowly. 

“The child likes it.” You say to Peli. “He’s got his own bed in there. He doesn’t sleep on the floor. Unless it’s with us in our room.” 

“Alright–we have to go.” Din takes two steps towards you and places a gentle hand on your upper arm. You wave to Peli as Din drags you away. 

“It was nice meeting you!” You call out to her over the fireworks. 

“May the force be with you!” Peli calls back, waving her arm wildly.

Din leads the four– now four with the R5– down the crowded street, Grogu’s back in his floating bassinet.. The fireworks overhead boom loudly and they fill the sky and scene below them with different colored lights. You stumble twice over the R5 in front of you trying to watch the fireworks. 

“Be careful,” Din says, placing his hand on your lower back behind your robes now. His hand is hidden away from the eyes of others. Behind your robes, Din slides one gloved hand into the waistband of your pants and cups your cheek. “Do you want to spend your credits?” He rasps into your ear. “Look at all these beautiful things.” Din walks you past tables and stands of artwork and jewelry. His hand squeezes and grips you tightly as you walk and look. 

“This is beautiful.” You hold up a necklace. It’s got a small almost black stone hanging from a chain, it’s wrapped in dainty silver wire. It reminds you of Din’s eyes, his hair, and his beskar. “I want this.” You look up to Din who had been gazing down at you while you admired it. 

“Then it’s yours.” Din takes it from you and hands it to the vendor who places it in a small box while you rummage around in your bag for your money. Din hands you the box and you see him hand credits to the vendor while you’re still searching for yours. “Stop.” Din waves your hands away from your bag. “Another gift.” You stare up at him. Din leans into you and rasps into your ear quietly. “I’d like to watch you try it on later.” His gloved fingers dig into your ass softly.

“Okay.” You whisper as he pulls his helmet away from your ear. Din leads you down the street, buying you whatever you pick up and admire in your hands. A new sleeping dress– as Din called them. A small stained glass picture of a loth-cat that you would hang in your window. A small box of fancy-looking chocolate. 

You eventually stop picking things up because he’s buying everything you touch. 

The hotel is beautiful. Not as nice as the one on Canto Bight but you have a big room with windows overlooking the festival down on the street below. It’s perfect. You put Grogu to bed and close his orb. You set the R5 unit up for a sleep mode and then you go to look for Din. He’s drawing you a bath. 

“Hi.” You smile at him from the doorway. He’s still in his helmet but he took the top half of his beskar off. Din turns to you and waves you in, he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You press yourself into him and he runs his hand along the back of your thigh and up your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“For you. You smell like Grogu.” His helmet tilts up to you and you smirk down at yourself into the helmet. “I can smell you now.” You laugh at him and wrap an arm around his shoulder. 

“Join me?” Din nods at your question.

“Get in.” Din motions to the bathtub. 

Once you're in and submerged in the water Din kneels beside the tub. 

“You’re perfect.” He whisper-rasps as his fingers dip into the water beside your thigh. You bring one hand to his helmet and drag your fingers across the cool iron. “I like making you smile,” Din speaks so quietly as his fingers move across the top of your thigh, towards your middle. You inhale softly as you watch them dip further into the water as you part your legs for him. He sighs loudly as his fingers slip into your wet folds.

Din moves slowly against your clit, his helmet tilting up to you as you slide further down in the tub and close your eyes. It’s all of his fingers, rubbing and moving over the wetness between your thighs. No meaning or rhythm to his movements, just touching you. Feeling you. 

“You make me smile…very well” You sigh out as he strums his fingers against you quickly with a little pressure. The water around his wrist splashes softly as he does it. You arch your back slightly and gyrate your hips against his fingers. 

“Do you like it when I touch you? You haven’t grown tired of me yet?” Din asks as he presses his two middle fingers a little harder than the rest and focuses his motions there, around your clit instead of back and forth against it. 

“I love it.” You moan quietly. “Never get tired of you.” You close your eyes as he increases his speed. “Love when you touch me.” You can barely form a sentence when Din pulls his hands away and splashes the water off them. “Nooo.” You whine, your eyes snapping open as Din stands from the side of the tub. “Unless you’re getting in?” You grin up at him as you close your legs. Din shakes his head. 

“Wash. I have a surprise for you.” 

It’s nice to take a real bath and wash and scrub and feel clean when you get out. You take your time a little bit, but you’re excited about what Din has to show you. You put on your new sleeping dress and quietly walk out of the bedroom and into the separate part of the hotel room that has a couch. Din’s sitting on it, the rest of his beskar is off beside his helmet. 

“What’s out here that you have for me?” You walk to him and kneel between his legs. Din presses his hand against your cheek and sighs. He holds up the white box and shakes it gently. 

“Can I put it on you?” Din removes his hand from your cheek and takes the necklace out of the box. You turn around and pull your wet hair off your neck. Din drapes the necklace over your head and claps it around the back. 

“How’s it look?” You ask, turning so he can inspect it. He nods in approval. “I got it because it looks like your hair…your eyes.” You lean in and give him a gentle and quick Mandalorian kiss.

“Do you still want to watch me in the dark?” His voice rasps quietly. You raise an eyebrow at him and nod. 

“Yes. I do.” Din nods back at you, turns the light on next to the table, and stands up in front of you. You lean forward and press your lips to his lower stomach as he sidesteps you and goes to close the curtains. It’s hard to take your eyes off him as his strong arms reach and pull the fabric closed. 

Din reaches and takes his helmet off once it’s secure and no wandering eyes can see in. You’ve only seen him without it two other times and it still makes your breath catch in your throat how handsome he is. 

“It’s noisy in there. It’s a lot on your senses–overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” Din says as he walks towards you. You raise your eyebrow again, not understanding. Din sits down in front of you again, turning the helmet towards him, so he is looking into the face visor. “If you hate it, just say so and I’ll take it off.”

Maker…are you gonna put the helmet on? Is that what Din is trying to say to you? 

Before you can ask, Din is lifting the helmet over your head and sliding it down your wet hair. It’s tight. You wonder how this can be comfortable as the modulator slides down over your forehead. It’s dark–dark as the void in here. How does Din see anything? Once the helmet is completely on, and the speakers are directly on your ears, you hear what Din is talking about. It’s a constant static clicking in your ears. It’s annoying, sure, but then the screen behind the face visor comes on. It makes you jump back and you see a picture of Din before you, holding onto your shoulders. The screen is an entire one-hundred-and-eighty-degree image of the room you're in. You turn your head to the side slightly and you can see behind you. Like your peripheral vision is extended. 

“Woah.” Your own voice rasps out of the modulator and you look at Din who’s smirking at you. “This thing’s fucking wild. Now I see why you keep it on all the time.” Din chuckles and you watch him through the screen and turn the light off. You’re plunged into the darkness and reach for Din’s legs but in a flash there is a green screen now, softly painting pictures of the darkness before you in shades of green and gray and yellow almost. “Wow.” You whisper and it raps into the dark.

“Can you see alright? You’re okay in there?” Din grabs the helmet in both of his hands and turns it so you’re looking right at him. His voice sounds like it’s coming out of a speaker. Not clear at all. It’s also raspy. 

“That’s what I sound like when you have this thing on?” Your head tilts to the side and your face wrinkles up behind the helmet. Din laughs and nods. “Wow.” 

“So you can see me?” Din asks after a moment of you admiring night vision, looking all around the room. You nod and snap the helmet back to him when you get a glimpse of what he’s doing out of the peripheral of the screen. 

Din’s got one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and the other is holding the waistband of his pants down below him. You eagerly help and pull his pants down to his thighs. Then you lean back and watch as Din starts to touch himself in the dark. 

At first, he just grips it gently and tugs upwards, the skin and everything moving along the hardness beneath. You can see in the dark as Din’s head falls back as he jerks himself quickly for a moment and then stops. He takes his hand and brings it to his mouth and licks his fingers. It makes between your legs throb when he does that, something about the action just got you slicked up. 

“Oh wow.” You whisper out quietly but it registers in the modulator. Din smirks and spits into his palm and brings his hand back down to his cock. He palms his saliva across the head and down the shaft. Your hips start to gyrate even though you’re not doing anything, just watching for right now. Din wraps his hand back around his shaft, the other cups his balls while he strokes himself slowly. He lets out a small breathless sound of pleasure and you see the muscles in his arms flex as he squeezes. 

You can't stop yourself now, you hike your sleeping dress up and bring your hands to your middle. It’s so hot watching him touch himself like this, now you know why he wanted to do it to you. It’s already soaked when your fingers find your cunt, it’s swollen and you want Din inside you but you’re not going to let him stop. You touch yourself like he did in the bath earlier, quickly strumming your fingers across your clit. It’s noisy and wet, you can hear it through the speakers in your ears.

Din’s head sits up and listens in the dark, his hand freezes on himself when he hears you. Your fingers keep moving around the wetness. 

“Don’t stop.” You rasp through the modulator to him. “I want to watch.” Your fingers move in slow circles now around your clit as he resumes thrusting his fist up and down on his cock. “Go slower.” You demand and you watch as he slows down a little, not a lot but you can see he’s grabbing himself tightly as he strokes, all of the muscles in his arm are flexed. The hand he’s got on his balls moves slowly and gently as he massages himself. 

“You’re so fucking…wet.” Din groans softly. “I can hear you from over here.” He pants out like he’s just run a race. His words make your hips move.

"Fuck, Din..." You moan through the voice modulator.

Din’s head falls back against the couch as you speak and now his hand moves with vigor on his cock.

“Slow down," you whimper softly as your fingers slip inside of you. “Don’t come yet.” You curl your fingers against that spot inside of you.

Din groans in frustration as he slows his fist down once again. “I want to be inside you,” Din growls into the dark as he slowly strokes himself while you time your ministrations against your g-spot with the movement of his hands.

It makes you moan softly as he thrusts against himself. He can hear what you're doing and it makes him close his eyes and sigh deeply. 

You’re leaned back on one elbow, one leg stretched out in front of you, the other is bent at the knee while you finger yourself as Din struggles to keep his slow pace. He can hear your fingers inside of you. 

“Please,” Din begs as he strokes himself.

You smirk behind the helmet and moan while your fingers start to curl wildly. You want to make yourself come with Din. “Okay.” You whine through the modulator. “Tell me when you’re gonna come.” You pant as your fingers slow down. The ball in your belly has started to grow and you don’t want to come before him.

Din unleashes himself at your command and he’s stroking himself with meaning. His bicep is fully flexed as he massages his balls a little faster, a little harder. You take a mental note that he likes that. You watch and touch yourself while you do. Din is moaning softly, head resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna come.” Din whispers breathlessly. His legs are twitching and his hips are thrusting up into his fist as he stokes. “I-I I’m gonn-” He strains the words out as you watch the ropes leave his cock and jet out onto his chest and stomach. Din’s mouth is hanging open as his head snaps up like he can see what he just did. His words send you over the edge though, and your fingers draw your own orgasm out of you as he comes. You whimper softly through it, Din looks in your direction longingly like he wishes he could see. 

Your orgasm isn’t even fully over before you are on your feet and crawling into Din’s lap. You straddle him. 

“I need it.” You rasp down to him. His hand comes up and his fingers slip into your folds, feeling how wet you made yourself watching him. 

“Fuck.” Din growls. His hands grip your waist and pull you down into his lap. He’s already getting hard again, you can feel it pressed up against your ass. “How badly?” Din moves your hips against his and you rock them fluidly with him. 

“Please, I need it so badly.” Your voice rasps into the dark. Din reaches one hand up to cup your breast, his mouth finds your nipple easily in the dark and he sucks it between his lips. “Oh fuck.” You whimper and melt into him. His tongue circles it slowly as he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you. His other hand leaves your mound–it’s not going anywhere– and he grabs his cock and lines it up at your entrance. 

It gives you butterflies because he is big and it did hurt for a while the first time but you’re not scared. No. It’s going to feel so good. And it does, Din guides you down with the arm around your waist, not letting you sink fully down onto it. He eases you down as the head of him splits your opening. His mouth is still attached to your chest, now his teeth nibble at your erect nub in his mouth and it’s making you hold onto his shoulders. You’re looking down through the helmet and watching as he moves from one soft mound to the other, his tongue pressing flat against your flesh and he drags it up the curve of your breast and sucks the diamond peak into his mouth. It makes you shiver as he pulls you down further into his lap. Your chests are sticky with his release from earlier, but you keep going. It doesn't matter.

“ Fuck .” Din groans against your flesh as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You cannot make any sounds. You’re not sure if it's the angle or if it’s because you both already just got off but he’s deeper inside of you than he was the first time. Your nails bite into the skin on his shoulder and he hisses sharply in pain until you start to move your hips slowly. Din lets your nipple fall from his mouth and he leans back into the couch. “Yes.” He moans softly, pushing his hips up into you. 

“ Oh .” That is all you can say as he grips your hips again tightly. 

“Hurts?” Din’s head snaps up and he sounds concerned. 

“ No, don’t stop. ” It doesn’t hurt. It’s like pure bliss in your head, just clouds and stars and everything good you could ever imagine is flowing through you. “Please, don’t stop.” You move your hips a little faster and Din obliges you. He thrusts his hips upwards into yours as you start to lift yourself off his lap slightly. Din grips you and pulls you back down on him to meet his thrusts.

“Perfect.” Din groans as he starts to hammer his hips up into you at a brutal pace. You grip his shoulder tighter as you hover just above him and let him fuck you.

“I’m coming.” You whimper through the modulator. You hadn’t even felt it coming, it just happened, but Din keeps going with the speed and force and you’re dripping down onto him as you come. “Din. Din. Din.” You whine each time his hips meet yours. “Fuck. Din.” There are tears in your eyes from behind the helmet. You come again, almost in rapid succession as he continues. You’re trembling and you’re resting the helmet on the top of Din’s forehead because it’s like ten thousand pounds and Din’s fucking all the strength out of you. 

Din groans and slams his hips into yours one last time before he pulls you down into his lap so he can finish. His hips move slowly in a circle beneath yours while he empties himself inside of you. 

“ Oh my Maker.” You whisper as the tip of the face visor finds his shoulder. “Oh. My. Maker.” You pant.

Din chuckles and lifts you in his arms easily, “Let’s sleep in the real bed the little one needed so badly.” He teases as he carries you into the bedroom, and sets you on the soft sheets. They’re not as nice as the ones on the ship but they’ll do. Din lifts the helmet off your head and now you’re plunged back into darkness. Din’s lightsaber-degree hands find your waist after he crawls into the bed beside you. 

“Was it good?” He whispers in your ear after he’s snuggled himself comfortably into every crook your body makes when you curl up.

You nod, already half asleep on the pillows. The thoughts of how amazing Din is run through your head and how lucky you are he accepted your plea out of the Canto Bight Casino and to someplace else– anyplace that wasn’t here.

You don’t even remember how you worked up the courage to ask. You had a couple of drinks after your shift and while you were walking out…Din was just getting onto his ship. You called out to him and asked him for a ride anywhere– that you’d do anything. He had looked at you for so long that you thought he was ignoring you or maybe didn’t hear you. 

The only thing Din said was... “Are you ready to go right now?” And you were. Not really but you didn’t care. Your old life was boring and monotonous. Not this life. 

“I want my own helmet.” You mumble into the dark sleepily.

Din kisses your shoulder and chuckles. “Then you'll get a helmet.”

The R5 bleeps at you from the side of the bed. You open one eye to look at him. His lights start going off and he whoops and beeps happily. You reach out and press the top of his head like maybe he has a snooze button on the top of his little dome head. R5 blips excitedly when your fingers touch him. Grogu’s floating orb appears in your peripheral. 

“It’s so early. Go back to bed.” You wave both of them away with your hand and roll over to snuggle into Din but he’s gone. Beds cold. Like he hasn’t been here in a while. You sit up and look around the room but he’s not in the bedroom area of the room. “So he just locked me in here with you two and went off to do Mando things? Dank farrik.” R5 bloops sadly and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Really?” The droid bloops again in the same way. “Huh.” 

Grogu grabs the edge of the floating orb and now your raised eyebrow turns to him as you see him wiggling, getting ready to pounce. You hold your finger up to him knowingly. You cock your head to the side slightly. 

“Don’t…you…dare.” Grogu eyes you as you hold your finger up to him. “I had a bath las–” Doesn’t matter, before you can finish your sentence Grogu is flinging himself through the air and attaching himself around your neck. “No! Don’t! Bad baby!” You try and peel him off of you as the R5 unit starts to wheel itself around, wildly bleeping and screaming mechanically. Grogu mouths the side of your face and jaw. His little teeth never once biting down hard, just his mouth and slimy pink tongue slither across your face and now over your eye and forehead again. “NO!” You yell at him. It does not deter the child. 

The R5 droid is still rolling around the room screaming in fear. This cannot be happening. Grogu never did stuff like this!? Now you have the droid making all this extra noise. Where is Din!?

“Okay! Enough!” You slide your hand up between your face and Grogu’s body and push him off of you. His little claws drag down one side of your cheek as you pull him off of you. “Grogu! Stop!” You shout at him as his claws break skin. 

Grogu, sensing that you’re not liking this game actually, goes limp in your hand and you have to reach out beneath him with your other to catch him so he doesn’t fall off the bed. Once he’s in your lap and you’re now covered with stinky, sticky slime saliva on one side of your face and the other has three semi-deep scratches down your cheek, blood is pooling at the open skin and beginning to drip.

You wipe at your bloody cheek with the back of your hand at the feeling of something warm and wet on your cheek, thinking it’s Grogu’s mouth juice. Nope, the back of your hand is covered in blood and now your cheek is stinging and burning and you feel tears come to your eyes. 

“Oh no.” You whine, holding the child in the crook of your elbow as you scramble out of bed as fast as you can. As you look in the mirror, the three cuts on your cheek are still bleeding and the other side of you is slick with slime. The R5 bloops from the doorway. You look down at him and sigh. “You can’t fix this, can you?” Pointing to your cheek. The droid makes a sad powering down sound and then rolls away. “Okay thanks.” You call out to him flatly. 

The mirror shows you that the blood has dripped down your face and onto your chest and new nightgown. You sigh and start to draw a whole new bath. You don’t even care anymore. You bring Grogu’s floating orb into the bathroom and get in the tub.

“This really hurts.” You point to your cheek and look at him in his orb from just over the edge of the tub, you're sunk in deep enjoying the warm water. “Why’d you do it, huh?” You’re mad at Grogu even though you don’t think he meant to hurt you, the moment you shouted at him he stopped. But it did still hurt and now you’ve got three mini claw sized scratches on your face that probably need some sort of bandage. 

Grogu warbles softly at you and sinks deeper into the orb so you can only see his eyes and ears. You nod at him and do the same thing behind the edge of the tub, showing him only your eyes. Grogu gurgles and warbles. 

“You can play with the R5 now.” You respond to his noises. “You can’t hurt him like this!” Showing Grogu your cheek again. “Ouch.” You say slowly. 

The bathroom door opens and Din is standing in the doorway. 

“There’s blood all over the bed; are you menstr–” Din stops when he sees your face. “Oh.” You nod at him and flick your eyebrows up and bring one hand out of the water and hold it to the baby, dripping all over the floor.

“ Your son felt it necessary this morning to give me podracing stripes.” You sink back down into the tub so Din can’t see even though he already did. Din’s helmet tilts down to Grogu who has completely disappeared from your line of sight from below his orb. 

“You hurt her?” Din asks, sounding disappointed in the child. “Not okay. Not nice.” Din points a finger at him accusingly. “No. We don’t hurt. We don’t scratch.” Din scolds the child and you hear him whimpering in his orb quietly.

“Okay, okay. He’s got it bad enough coming from me. You don’t need to go in on him either.” You feel bad for ganging up on the baby. 

“But you’re bleeding.” Din holds his hand out to your hidden cheek still looking down at Grogu.

“Yeah but it was an accident. I think he was trying to play? I don’t kn– Maybe he’s teething? He did the mouth thing again, I don’t know. He’s never done anything like this before.” You let Din see the full damage. He kneels beside the tub and takes your chin in his gloved fingers so he can turn your face to the side gently. 

“Got you good too. Damn.” Din sighs. “We need to see a medical droid. You’re going to need mechnosutures.”

You frown at Din and pull your chin from his hand. “Scar worthy?” The water in the bathtub splashes softly as you move. Din shrugs his shoulders. 

“With some bacta-therapy you might be alright. Makes you look tough though.” Din presses his hand to the other side of your face, avoiding your gashes on the other cheek. He cups your cheek gently and sighs down at you. “Still perfect.” He shrugs again. “And beautiful.” You blush and it hurts your face. “Do you want to stay again tonight or did you have your fill of people and food and beds?” Din stands, turning back to Grogu to pick him up. 

“We can leave. Are we actually going to Mandalore now?”

Din nods at your question.

You think for a long time before you ask your next question. “Can I come the whole way with you? Like into the mines?” 

“I was going to have you stay-” Din starts but you nod your head. 

“I know, I was going to stay in the ship but I want to come instead. I’m really good with my lightsaber. I’ll be very careful and I’ll listen to everything you say and-”

Din nods silently.

“Really?" You weren't expecting him to actually say yes.

“I’ll show you the mines and what’s inside of them. What’s left of the planet."

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Kyle x secretary reader - secretary mini series pt1

wc: 505😉 (probs gonna edit this n make it longer cuz wtff)

warnings: jobs n fields in the military i pulled out of my asshole with no reserch whatsoever to sound intimidating, implications of moaning, i should be studying, my usual shit writing

Thinking of an office siren reader working for 141 as a secretary. You’re so sweet, but that’s what makes you petrifying. 

Price is a busy man, so he shouldn’t tire himself by being buried under paperwork. So are his men, right? Following this logic, Laswell eventually agrees to get them someone with enough balls and caffeine addiction to accept the job. The dreading profession, ruthless art of getting crushed under paperwork meant for four men and about a couple dozen more. It’s insane for anyone to be able to keep up, so no one can, right? Wrong. 

Your main tasks are basic: review medical notes, handle recruit admissions, write mission reports, analyze every mission, extract and process classified and crucial information so that the pathetic excuse of adults around you can understand it, write emails, update the military handbook, read and sign documents, attend briefings and debriefings, rate them and send the notes to the general, conduct the communication between map-makers, higher-ups, the “strategy-makers” (as you like to call them) and executives, attend conferences– 

Okay, maybe, just maybe, it’s not basic at all. 

But to everyone’s surprise and fear, you’re efficient. Efficient enough to have time for everything it leaves them curious and a bit jealous. Get your nails done, go shopping, do hair, make everyone coffee…? They’re scared of you at this point. 

You’re also good looking, clean, fast, kind, oh, and. Good looking. And gorgeous. Did I mention that you’re good looking? 

And you take care of yourself. Heels chosen, outfit matching, expressive jewelry, hair and nails always done–

You’re standing in front of the coffee machine, getting yourself a small treat as you plan what’s left of your day. You could maybe leave for a nice dinner or join the nurses in late afternoon gossip, you need more underwear, and basics to wear around the base out of duty… You should start shopping for a tie since the dog, Riley, tore it… You used the other one to tie thug’s limbs together 2 weeks ago. No rest for us women these days– 

You’re lost in your thoughts before you feel a friendly hand on your shoulder– It’s the majestic looking one.

You two chat often.  “Hello, Kyle” your expression takes a warmer turn at him in a loose shirt and sweats, looking relaxed. His name rolls off your tongue smoothly, you like the sound of it. You could moan it–

“Taking a break?” He asks, attempting to start his usual small talk with you but you tilt your head in confusion. A break from what? It later clicks though. “Oh, I’m done.” You smile innocently at him, leaning on the counter sweetly. 

He freezes, eyes widening. “With wh- like, done done?” He’s baffled, and you’re amused. 

“Done done.” You confirm with a syrupy simper, handing him the other cup in your hand. Exactly how he liked his coffee… Now, what the fuck?

Mission: Terrify Kyle

Level: Easy

Status: Completed

Date: 05/04/2025

Remaining: Terrify Simon, Terrify Johnny, Terrify Captain.

To be continued…

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