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life update ★

hi guys! long time no see. thanks to those of you that have stuck around despite my lack of posting.

i lost inspiration to write for a while and i'm in my last year of university now. i also have a lovely boyfriend who grants me the luxury of being able to live the experiences i used to write about, hence the quiet on this blog.

anyway, i wanted to say that after midterms i'll probably be back to churn some stuff out before i get to work on my dissertation. i really enjoyed interacting with the fic community on tumblr and hope to be able to post more soon!

reader, i hope you're well. if you're not, have trust things will turn out okay. have a wonderful day/night and i hope to see you soon.

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re: comments

i want to apologise for not replying to any queries directly commented under my posts. this blog is actually a sideblog so i'm unable to reply to any comments under this name HOWEVER i will readily answer questions/messages through my inbox.

anyway, that's all. if anyone has any requests please do have a skim through my rules before sending them through. good morning/afternoon/night dear friends!

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BRO!!!

Part 2 of A Little Quiet was so good!!! The ending legitimately made me cry a bit. I feel for the reader a lot. That would suck so much :(.

Thanks for writing and sharing your work!!!

I’m on my knees begging for more, tbh.

ahh- thank u so much anon! i'm glad you were able to sympathise for the reader, they're in a tricky spot right now! ★

as for more, i got a few comments asking whether i will add on to this mini-series. the answer is yes! right now i'm planning on which direction to take it, but there'll definitely be a new chapt in the semi near-future.

once again, super chuffed you enjoy my writing. have a great day!

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A Little Quiet [ Part. 2 ]

Read Part 1 Here

morpheus x gn!reader - explicit nsfw, straight up filth, afab!reader, fwb, reader (18+) is in college, morpheus is still learning how to not be an asshole, a smidge of angst (1325 words)

a/n: please see below [gif creds to @/vampgf]

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Dream's slender fingers glide along your chest, dragging a line from your collarbone down to the stiff peak of your nipple. His previous words ring in your ears, as you muster the courage to meet his gaze.

'I will retain your attention through ways of my own.'

A shiver travels down your spine as your mind races through the implications of his promise, walls clenching around nothing. As if he can feel it, Dream grunts and moves his fingers downwards, closer toward the throbbing ache inside of you. "It seems that you are impatient tonight." He mutters, chest rising in a soft chuckle. It does nothing to amuse you, red-hot embarrassment flushing through you, and yet, your body continues to seek friction against his. You writhe desperately in the hopes that he will stop with the frivolities and just touch you already, but it seems that Dream has been consumed with an odd mood tonight. One that involves teasing.

His godforsaken fingers continue to skim over your navel, your hips, your thighs, until finally you crack.

 "Just touch me." You practically mewl in frustration, eyes tight shut and body all too hot to bear.

"Oh no, sweet thing." 

At this, your eyes flutter open again, all movement ceasing. Dream's pearly admiration of you had a tinge of darkness behind it, glowering from beneath the surface.

"You are not in the position to be making demands."

You feel as though all time has paused, that all in the Dreaming has suspended in mid-air. There is nothing in this moment aside from the fathomless eyes that are pouring themselves into yours, daring you to object to his statement. You're not exactly sure you even want to do so.

"Alright, Lord of the Dreaming." you murmur, not missing the audible groan that graces his lips upon hearing such a formal manner of address.

"It'll do you good to keep that attitude," he continues lowly, the raspiness of his voice making your ribcage tremble something in-between fear and arousal. "I find that it suits you." You almost object to that last quip of his but Dream has you beat, finally thrusting a finger inside of you. You moan so loudly that it would be mortifying if you were back in your college dorm, but here in the Dreaming, you were safe. Morpheus keeps a staggering slow pace, inserting another finger and pumping deep inside of you all whilst his eyes don't leave yours. It all feels too much, his presence is overbearing and somehow still not enough. You bite down the urge to ask him for more, but in true Morpheus fashion, he reads your body language with ease and adopts a more steady rhythm.

When his heavy panting begins to align with yours, you realise that Dream has been stroking himself with his free hand, honouring the same pace he maintained with you. The tip of his dick bobs in and out of view as he strokes himself, hips fucking into his palm. The sight makes you clench once more, although this time around something of substance. Dream's movements stutter slightly before speeding up, making the sounds of your wetness echo harshly throughout the chamber.

"You're doing so well for me." He hums, his own movements becoming sloppier with frantic urgency. After a few more thrusts, he abruptly stops, removing his fingers and moving his hands to your waist. You shoot him a confused look before he flips you over with ease, your cheek now pressed flat against the dark sheets. At times, you forget that he is an Endless. It is scarily easy to do so, especially in moments of passion, but Dream always manages to remind you. His extraordinary nature will always triumph over his humanity. Always.

You do not have time to dwell on the matter, however, as you feel something hot and hard prodding at your entrance. Morpheus drags his dick across your folds as you sigh in satisfaction at the pressure, sticking your ass out for more relief. 

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

You jump when you feel his voice in your ear, lips grazing your helix as he breathes warm air down your neck. It scatters throughout you like a log catching on fire, your body breaking out into a desperate sweat. "With you, always." You reply shakily, relishing in the feeling of his cool fingers moving the damp hairs off of your neck. He hums blissfully in response, aligning himself against you once more before sliding it in, this time with no teasing to be seen.

Dream is relentless. He pounds you as if there is nothing after this, after this moment. You cry out in pleasure, the pressure inside of you completely different to before. You felt undeniably full, fucked out of your mind as your body rocked into the sheets in synchronisation with his. You wish for this moment to never stop. You wish to feel his weight upon yours forever. But as your orgasm builds, so does the fear. When you are done, he will undeniably tear away from you. As per your routine, you will awaken alone in a cold sweat, in a small, overpriced college dorm in the middle of nowhere. You will go about your day pretending that he didn't take up every other thought in your mind, and then you will bear the intense, one-sided longing until he felt to see you again.

Though you are once again distracted, Dream does not mention it. Or perhaps he doesn't notice. His broken gasps eventually bring you back to him, to your Morpheus right in front of you, as he struggles to keep himself upright over your scalding body. His arms waver as he speeds up, choking back the groans that begin to rise in his throat. These are your favourite moments, when he is becoming undone, unruly. They are only yours, for now. 

You begin to feel that familiar twitch in your own abdomen now, snaking your hand down to apply pressure onto your clit. Dream swats it aside before replacing it with his own, deft fingers working in quick circles against you. "Fuck," You croak into the sheets, muffled and tired and wanting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" 

"Come on, sweet thing. Come for me." He pleads. You are unable to see his glassy eyes trained on the side of your face visible to him, holding on to every twitch of your features, every flutter of your lashes. He wishes to lean down and kiss it, but he won't. There is a distance he must adhere to and a line that must not be crossed. He can only watch in admiration as you finally catch your release, gasping and writhing beneath him. Your fingers clench around bundles of satiny fabric as you feel Dream catch up with you, his legs giving out and slumping over your body after he comes inside of you.

There is beauty in the silence that follows, the only sounds in the chamber being the mismatched breaths that belong to the two of you and the thump of the mattress, as Morpheus finally rolls onto his side. 

"Thank you." You murmur, not facing him. You cannot bear to. 

"You are always exquisite." He returns hesitantly, hands flexing at his side. Dream, too, casts his eyes toward the ceiling, unable to look at your face- undoubtedly glowing. He fears that if he were to turn and look at you, that line would be crossed. His self-control has been wearing increasingly thin; it is unlike him to go wandering through the Waking World for selfish matters such as pleasure. He hates himself for knowing where his heart is beginning to lead, but he hates you more for his growing desire to let it.

"I think we must talk," He begins, but the bed feels suddenly emptier next to him. Dream turns his head to look at the dishevelled sheets beside him and sighs, your body long gone, scattered into atoms and washed back into the Waking World. Perhaps another time.

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a/n: holy shit thank u all so so so much for all the feedback on the last post. i am so eternally grateful for all the wonderful tags and comments in particular. i've tagged some specific commenters/rb's that i thought might want to see the part 2 below (let me know if u guys would like me to remove you!) once again, thank you so much and i hope you enjoy this addition. any feedback/criticism is always welcomed!

tags: @pistachoz @layla2-49 @prettyouttherethoughts @silverhart93 @radskadattle @littlenymphie

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thank you to those of you that have left comments on my work directly or in the tags when reblogging, i cannot tell you how much it means to me. i write so that others might enjoy the same things that i do, and it brings a real sense of fulfillment!

i am working on a part 2 to the fwb fic that i posted last night, so keep tuned for that!

once again, thank you to those of you that send me little comments, it really is the difference between me feeling motivated and posting regularly, versus not at all.

have a good day/night everybody!

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A Little Quiet

morpheus x gn!reader - fluff turned implied nsfw, fwb vibes, reader (18+) is in college, morpheus maybe a little ooc, deadlines (1203 words)

a/n: i've been wanting to write smth abt morpheus since finishing s1 but i've hit a writing block. hopefully this gets me going.

Read Part 2 Here

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"Is this what has been keeping you from me?"

You head shoots up from your desk, startled by the rumbling voice behind you. 

Your head whips around only to met with none other than the King of Dreams and Nightmares, who is seemingly peering at your laptop from over your shoulder. Your cheeks heat up at the sudden proximity between you both, before you hurriedly divert your attention back to the screen, lest he catch sight of your discomposure. In this moment, your room had never felt so confining.

"Hello, Dream." You croak, pretending to scan over that same shitty paragraph you had been stuck on for the last half hour. When he doesn't reply, you carefully continue, acutely aware of the fact that he has yet to move away from you. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't visited the Dreaming in two nights. You haven't slept at all, in three."

Oh. You had not expected the King of Dreams to have noticed your absence, let alone find you here so he could question it.  The fact of the matter was that the crunch time for this assignment had rolled around far quicker than you had anticipated, resulting in a few all-nighters and barely-there naps that you managed to sprinkle in to prevent hallucinating- though, that last part may be up for debate. Dream of the Endless has never visited you in the waking world, before.

"So now you're here?" You continue, faking casual disinterest.

He pauses at this, suddenly moving away from you. You almost wished you had kept your mouth shut if it meant that he would have remained closer for a while longer. 

"I am simply doing a welfare check. It is a... responsibility I carry."

Despite knowing your place in Dream's life, you couldn't help but deflate at his statement. Of course, he was only here to carry out his duty, nothing more. You fail to see the rigid posture that he adopted; adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat. 

"Will you be returning any time soon?" He asks somewhat sarcastically, although it feels like an accusation. Where have you been? When are you coming back?

"That's the plan. Just after I submit this stupid paper, and then I could sleep for an eternity."

Dream's fingers twitch, steel gaze redirected to your hands as they mindlessly work to fill the word-count. "An eternity." He hums under his breath, "That is a long time, even for one such as myself." You chuckle in reply to his deep grumbling behind you, and come to realise that his presence has provided you with some sort of inspiration. The words were coming naturally to your brain, flowing through you like some sort of spirit had taken over your body. You silently muse over whether this is Dream's doing, but continue with your assignment nonetheless. Wherever this was coming from, as long as you submit the damn thing and free yourself from this torment, it was fine by you.

He remains silent until the last tap of your keyboard indicates that you had sent off your work, and then swivel around in your chair to face him.

Dream stares back at you owlishly, and it's only then that you begin to process the gravity of his being in your room, perched on the edge of your tiny bed like some sort of well-trained house cat. You force yourself to keep a straight face whilst nervously speaking up, "Well, it seems that I'm done."

"Indeed."

"I can sleep now."

"You can."

Dream does not move from your bed, infact he does not move at all, simply eyeing you as you awkwardly clamber around him and settle down on top of the sheets. You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as your head hits the pillow, every joint in your body beginning to voice its previous discomfort. The Lord of Dreams simply readjusts his position so that he sits parallel, next to you, making no move to leave.

"Sleep. I will see you soon." He murmurs, eyes not meeting your gaze. You feel the dulcet tones of his voice rumble in your bones, and before you know it, you have succumbed to the seductive call of slumber.

When you awaken, you realise your floral cotton sheets had been traded for a more sophisticated black satin, the bedding seeming to go on for what felt like miles. The sheets wrapped you in a soft cocoon, providing an excellent shelter of warmth and quiet, even in a realm as fantastical as the Dreaming. Despite the dark, gloomy interior of the chamber, it did not feel unwelcoming. Infact, rather the opposite. 

"I find it quite ironic that one who never sleeps would require such an extravagant bedroom." You murmur, turning over to meet his gaze.

Morpheus looks at you in an expression that remains unreadable, bringing his fingers up to skim your cheek. "Welcome back." He utters in a husky whisper, and it's only then that you become aware of how silent it is here. No white noise from your deskfan, no annoying keyboard clicking, no bed creaking under your weight. Just your combined breaths, and perhaps your rapid heartbeat.

His hair is a sultry mess of charcoal, wild and stark against his skin.

His skin.

Porcelain and gauzy, you had never laid eyes on something so touchable and sheer with streaks of desire. Intense eyes, haughtily good-looking, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

"Do not deprive me of yourself." He commands, casting a soft echo across the chamber, though it is not harsh. "Do not punish yourself by taking leave of this place," Morpheus brings his lips close to yours, barely skimming against them before hovering just left of them. "Do not put such meaningless tasks before me." Goosebumps prick at your skin as you stare at his lips move, aching to close the gap. Every cell in your body was chanting his name, begging for it even. "Do I make myself clear?"

You can only nod, hypnotised by his every movement.

He's tying you down, smiling like a panther in the dim lighting but you cannot see past his pupils; eyes sleek like two pebbles places upon his face.

"Magnificent, you are magnificent." He's fumbling, hot breath tickling your ear. His saliva is said to have contained medicinal properties: numbing. 

You are unable to believe the tales as it seems your skin is scalding; nothing short of aluminium reacting with bromine. How a man who seems so pale and cold, can radiate such a searing heat is beyond you.

You think back to the example of your lab professor had performed back in your last year of high school. She had just burned her index finger and- Agh! Morpheus burns your neck in a similar fashion.

"You are... distracted." He hums. 

"If I don't focus on something else other than what you're doing to me right now, I'm scared I'll combust." He huffs through his nose at this, and you at first think it is annoyance. You are unable to see the smirk that graces his lips as he brings them back down to your neck, before moving them against your skin in languid motions. 

"It matters not. I will retain your attention through ways of my own."

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i just found ur blog!! and went thru all of your writing, and i loved them!!! could i plz request something fluffy then spicy for din djarin, like he comes back from a hunt and sees reader in the bunk sleeping in our of his shirts?

Hunter's Prize

mando x gn!reader - fluff turned nsfw, afab terms, tired!din, sleepy!reader (1109 words)

a/n: first off, i cannot apologise enough for how long it took for me to complete this request, thank u for being so patient. secondly, AAH thank u so much! that means so much to me. i had a lot of fun w this request so i hope u enjoy reading this!

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Din's body ached with every step he took onboard the ship; the only thing keeping him afoot being the remnants of fiery adrenaline from the bounty chase earlier on. It had ended even more successfully than Din hoped it would, with the bounty struggling to put up any sort of a fight. He came along willingly after short game of cat and mouse, and even strangely requested to be frozen in transportation. Whatever, the Mandalorian wasn't about to complain about his luck. At long last, his body would be able to surrender itself to the alluring call of slumber and sink into that almost comfortable cot of his, and-

Ah. 

A seemingly, occupied, cot of his. There you lay, the rise and fall of your chest being the only indicator of life in the otherwise all-too silent room. But Din was never one to complain, not when you looked like that. Tired eyes rake over your sleeping form, elegantly splayed out in amongst those itchy blankets he had gotten Maker knew how many moons ago. You made his den look like the most comfortable place in the galaxy. And perhaps, the safest, too. Even through the helmet, he was able to smell you, faintly. The soft scent of what would've been yours and Grogu's dinner, your sweet-smelling shampoo from the market, you, you, you. 

The Mandalorian begins his nightly routine of shedding the layers of beskar that conceal him from the world, it has almost now become ritualistic. First his gloves, then his forearms, shoulders, cape, chest-plate, thighs, calves, boots- 

He stops at his helmet, fingers skirting along the ridges before dropping back down to his side. For now, this is enough. A fleeting thought of its removal passes through Din's mind before it is trampled upon by his better judgement. At least, what Din thinks is his better judgement. These days, it is becoming harder to tell. 

The low shuffling from his cot brings him back to the room, to you, and before he knows it, the Mandalorian is at your side, palm resting upon your head.

"I'm back." He murmurs, though it comes out bluntly through the modulation of his helmet. 

"All in one piece?" You ask, only half-joking. Your hands reach out to him under the dim lights, as if to confirm this is indeed true, before you feel a soft chuckle rise from his chest. He grunts in what can be loosely translated as a 'yes', and flops onto the cot right next to you.

"Hey, you almost crushed me!" You laugh, now a little more awake. You feel strong arms snake around your waist and tug you closer to him, and breathe a sigh of contentment. It hadn't been long since Din had left, yourself and Grogu had become used to waiting much longer, but even a few hours away from the man resulted in an embarrassing amount of yearning. You craved Din's presence on this ship. His heavy footsteps from above in the cockpit, the way in which he fathers Grogu. The domesticity of it all makes you feel like some sort of family. The thought makes your tummy fizzle.

"Stop squirming around."

"I can't. It's cold."

"That's definitely not why you're wriggling like a sandworm. You're wearing my thermal."

Your face gets hot as you look down and realise that Din is indeed correct. Wearing his clothes wasn't unusual for you, but he had never caught you in the act. Usually you would curl up in one of his old capes or undershirts while he was away, and safely return it when you felt like the Mandalorian would show up any time soon. But this felt like he had caught you red-handed. 

Din on the other hand, felt hot elsewhere upon making this realisation. Blood coursed downwards as he rested his helmet into the crook of your neck, dragging his fingers underneath the tight cotton against your skin. "I don't mind." He murmured, "It suits you."

"You can't even see me." You groan, rolling your eyes.

"Yes I can. My helmet has night-vision. When you're underneath me, when you're on top- I see it all. I can see everything."

Silence. Your eyes widen in horror as you think back to the countless nights of intimacy. Expressions you thought remained unseen by your partner in the darkness of the room, had indeed been witnessed. Forget about earlier, your stomach was now doing backflips.

"And... And I want to see it again. Now, I mean."

Permission, he's asking for your permission. Din's hands feel so hot all of a sudden on your waist, as you become hyperaware of his dick pressed firmly against your ass. Despite the slight embarrassment, your grind your hips against him in approval. The Mandalorian always made you feel at ease, and this was no exception. Din grunts as you apply pressure on his crotch and begins murmuring sweet nothings almost immediately.

"S'fucking beautiful, you're so beautiful." He whispers, moving against you in slow rhythm. "You're always so good for me."

You feel yourself get wet at his words and put your hand through your thighs, relieving Din's cock from its restrains and guiding it to sit against your clothed pussy. You had only your underwear on under his shirt, but it almost felt like nothing against the head of Din's dick. You were so wet that he would've been able to make out every detail of your pussy through the slick material of your panties. It clung against you like a second skin. You feel the back of your neck begin to prickle with sweat as you guide the tip against your folds, holding back moans everytime it grazed your clit. Din brought his fingers up to your mouth and stuck them inside, opening it up wide and playing with your tongue.

"Louder." 

It was a command you were more than willing to follow, allowing your frustrated moans to reach his ears. Din flipped you over with ease pushing your panties to the side and sticking two fingers inside of you. The pressure almost makes you cum there and then but you try your hardest to refrain, clenched around the slow pumping of his fingers. 

"Just like that, pretty thing." He mumbles, the cool of his helmet being the only thing to stop you from overheating. The way he's slumped against you tells you that despite all of this, Din is tired. His shoulders are slouched and his movements a little duller than usual, not that you mind.  Tonight, you will laze in bed until dawn, bodies intertwined and hushed confessions of love before he will once again take his leave. But for now, this is enough. His closeness, his touch. It is enough.

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hi guys! i’ll be traveling soon so i might not be updating as frequently as i’d like for the next 3 weeks but i have another din request i’ve been working on that i’ll post soon, so look out for that ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა i hope everyone is well, have a great day/night

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Hi can you do dinxreader, where the reader is friendly and a bit talkative and all of the sudden din says something that’s makes the reader go completely quite. They just remain quite rest of the way Bcz they’re hurt and din just gets weirded out by the silence. I love angst lol. Thank you so much!

White Noise

mando x gn!reader - din snaps at reader, (maybe toxic!din?), angst, fluffy ending (1028 words)

a/n: thank u for ur request anon!! i hope this is okay, i ended it with a fluffy ending. i'm not great at angst yet but hopefully i'll improve when i keep at it ☆

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"Remember the last time we were on Coruscant? I had the craziest kriffing time."

You happily chatter away next to your stoic companion, who stares at the array of dimly lit controls that lay in front of you.

"Maybe it's because I'm just from some lame village," You lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, eyes becoming glossy due to the bright shooting lights of hyperspace. "But Coruscant has always been so attractive to me." You're unaware of Din's twitching fingers, and instead fixated on the expanse of stars behind the glass. Perhaps if you had been paying a little more attention, you would have read the uncomfortable posture your companion had adopted; jealousy settling into his nerves. He remains silent as you continue, not offering any sign of acknowledgment of your monologue.

"The city is insane, and some people there look so high-class. Those silky evening dresses and shirts! Maker, such stupidly unique fashion and the droids are so advanced! I think I went clubbing once and there was this one particular type of droid that-"

"Can you shut up?" Din finally snaps, helmet glaring at you. You immediately pause in the midst of your ramble, eyes wide and heart racing at the sudden outburst. You were accustomed to seeing Din act coldly, however he had never treated either you or Grogu in this manner. Not ever. You can only clamp your mouth shut and redirect your gaze down to your boots, humiliation taking ahold of your body. Were you speaking too much? Did you say something to irritate him? The Mandalorian seemed fine when you had all boarded the ship, and had even insisted on putting the kid to sleep to allow you some time to rest. You wish for the seat to swallow your body up so you didn't have to bear the now aching silence of the cockpit. You wish for Din to tell you what you did wrong. A half-hearted apology begins to crumble and travels down from your mind into your mouth, but you stop yourself. You haven't done anything wrong, to your knowledge, so why did Din feel the need to act like that? To make you feel so shitty for just trying to make conversation?

Instead, you turn your body away from him and settle further down into the seat, face turned away from him so your expression would be unreadable. Or so you thought. Din watches your face through the warped reflection in the glass screen surrounding you both, fixated on every minor twitch or blink on your features. He knows his reaction was unwarranted, but when you don't reply to him at all, he begins to worry. How was he supposed to say that the first time he saw you back in Coruscant he was hellbent on keeping those so called "high-class" bastards away from you? That he trekked through the city in a selfish stakeout to keep you out of harms way, and coincidentally run into you at a bar in the midst of the night? That the very idea of you being impressed by those narcissistic and sleazy bastards was making his stomach turn?

He's unable to do any of those things, and can only grip onto his levers a little tighter than before as the Crest runs the course of its journey in an unsettling quietness. The sort of discomforting silence that it hadn't experienced since back when Din would travel alone. Although it was an unwelcome change to your journey, Din couldn't find it in him to speak once more. Guilt nestled itself between all of the silent gaps and soon enough the only thing to have caused any commotion was Grogu's soft cries once he had awoken from his nap. You inwardly thank the Maker for his well-timed disturbance and rise from your seat to tend to him, before feeling cool leather wrap around your wrist.

You both remain there, still for a few seconds, before Din gets up properly and tugs you back away from the ladder. He leaves you alone in the cockpit whilst Grogu's distressed gurgles turn into barely there snores- no doubt the result of his father's swaying and cooing. The thought makes your stomach tighten in what can only be embarrassingly described as affection. You don't hear him when he returns, too absorbed in your own thoughts to be aware of the faint clank of DIn's feet against the floor.

"I apologise."

"Oh. No, it's fine. I guess all fathers want to spend quality time with their kids."

"What?" DIn's helmet cocks to the side in confusion, before he shakes it and settles back into his seat. "No, I mean about earlier. It was... wrong of me to behave in that manner. I'm sorry."

Oh. You can only shrug your shoulders and smile in an attempt to brush it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in front of him. Din seems to know that you're putting up a front, and continues,

"I love hearing you talk, but Coruscant- I'm sorry. It's selfish but it's like it threatens to take you from me. It may be beautiful but it's... unsafe. I don't like remembering when you were back there. What if I can't protect you this time? What if you get hurt?"

Your eyes struggle to focus on the beskar-clad man in front of you, becoming fuzzy with tears. "I thought that I had done something to upset you." You mumble, irritation dissipating. Din was, as always, simply concerned for your safety. You shake your head and stifle a pained chuckle, wiping your eyes. "That was messed up." you end up on, inching towards him.

Din welcomes you with open arms, guiding your head into his chest and settling his helmet into the crook of your neck.

"I really am sorry, I won't ever speak like that to you again. I just need you safe, meshla."

You hum in understanding as his hands drop to your back, drawing soft circles underneath your shirt. It was a sweet warmth in comparison to the icy atmosphere prior, and your mind begins to relax completely. Soon enough, the Crest's quiet doesn't seem so awful anymore.

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Missing You

mando x gn!reader - mando comes home and voices some thoughts, (semi-confession?!?) fluff, gender neutral reader (492 words)

a/n: this is super SUPER short but i’m still getting a feel for how i want to write din, so consider this an experiment~! have a nice day, reader ☆

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"I missed you..."

You look up at Din, who's awkwardly lingering by the ladder leading up to the cockpit. The rest of his sentence dissolves into the cool air of the ship, and you focus on the soft thrumming onboard to stop your cheeks from heating up.

"You missed me?" You echo, though not teasingly. You may not know much about Din, but you do know that he is a man of few words. Everything he has ever said to you has been carefully thought out and mulled over before reaching your ears, whether it was on the quiet of the Razor Crest or in the midst of a mission gone wrong. And never has he said anything of this nature so explicitly to you before. You remind yourself of the no doubt platonic nature of his words but the warmth in your face doesn't stop rising, despite all that.

"When I was gone- I thought of you a lot." He spoke on quietly, hands awkwardly tensing and flexing by his side. "'And the kid." He quickly adds on, almost as though he had forgotten the lines to his well-rehearsed script. But that didn't matter.

Because Din Djarin had missed you.

Immediately your gaze drops back to your now shaky hands; idly playing the material of your shirt. You refuse to look up at that painstakingly blank helmet; it would be humiliating for him to be able to see the shy giddiness evident on your face from just a few words. Besides, the Mandalorian would probably be creeped out by it, anyway. What kind of friend gets so excited upon a receiving a totally platonic, totally chill, greeting from their... friend? Employer? Something shifted in the air just now but it's becoming increasingly harder for you to deny its existence. He must feel it. Din had to have felt it, too.

"Well, Grogu did miss his father." You reply cautiously, eyes trained on the frayed hems of your sleeve. You feel Din move closer to you before abruptly pausing, almost expectantly. When you don't speak again, he breaks the silence.

"'And you?"

Your body involuntarily shivers at the close proximity between you both. You hadn’t expected him to have been so close, to have felt the rumble of his modulated voice travel through your body and ring in your ears. The coolness of his beskar against your shoulder does little to combat the rising flames in your stomach and you can’t help that damn smile that creeps back unto your lips as you finally look up, making eye-contact for the first time in weeks. Din had mentioned to you at one point previously that you had an unsettling talent for being able to find his eyes under his helmet. And now, knowing that those same eyes were staring right back at you from underneath that inky visor, your skin began to prickle with excitement.

“I was counting down the days.”

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i always come back to this blog a little ashamed because i leave such wide gaps inbetween posting- but i’ve just finished my first official year of university so expect more writing from me! (/ε＼*)

anyway, i just wanted to say that i’ll now also be writing for the mandalorian!

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uzui’s muscular figure looming over you in bed, hands resting by your shoulders as he looks down at you. uzui slowly leaning down, face getting dangerously close to yours before he pauses and looks away from your lips to your eyes. uzui smirking as you struggle to meet his intense gaze and look away. uzui roughly tilting your chin back to face him and pressing a warm kiss on your lips. uzui.

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i can’t stop thinking about spooning with hawks as he envelopes you in his wings... a frosty winter night with the soft patter of rain against the window, snuggled closely to each other and feeling his warm breath fanning over your neck... the occasional sigh as he stretches his wings and shifts in his sleep, only to reattach his arms around your waist... feeling his stubble against your skin and he presses sleepy kisses all over you in the night.

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wow! it seems we have reached 100 followers~☆ thank u so, so much everybody!

so, i understand i haven’t been very active the last 2 months (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ please forgive me! i started university recently and the workload is insane — but hopefully over christmas break i’ll get back to writing!

i hope everyone is having a wonderful day (*ﾉ∀`*)

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Hiya! Could I please request a movie night with Hawks that quickly turns into something spicy? I understand if you can't take the request but can't hurt to ask right?

Fast and Furious

hawks x female!reader - explicit nsfw, strictly 18+, married!reader, degradation, creampie, fluff (1306 words)

a/n: hi anon <3 so sorry this took fucking forever. i also went w fem!reader bc it wasn’t specified so i hope that’s ok and took some creative liberties. i hope u enjoy~

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Huddled together in a fleet of cushions and blankets, you and Keigo stare idly at the large flat-screen TV that illuminates your shared living room. Truth be told, the film had long ago become boring to you- the only thing on your mind were the soft circles that your husband had been drawing on the space above your hips.

You look over to your right and watch his focused expression, eyes filled with the colorful reflection of the TV light. Keigo was so beautiful. Although he hadn’t shaved in a while due to working overtime, and his eyebags had looked better, he was still insanely attractive. He could pull off anything, really.

“What’cha looking at, Birdie?” Keigo catches you in the corner of his eye and turns to smile, the circles on your hips creeping up further and further toward your waistband.

“I’m looking at the guy that won’t stop trying to turn me on.” Hawks pauses for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “Alright, alright- you caught me. This movie sucks and I’m horny.” You can’t help but smile upon hearing his remark and lean forward into a kiss. When you pull away, Keigo’s eyes look different. There’s an intensity to them as he looks back at you, mouth still relaxed in an upward curve and fingers still playing around with your waistband. “D’you wanna forget about the movie? And, well… Do you wanna…”

“Go on, Number 2 Hero.” You chuckle, mockingly tossing your head back and batting your lashes at him. Keigo feels his dick jump at the light-hearted term and wastes no time in pulling your sweatpants down, before taking his own off and settling down between your legs.

"Look at your fuckin' panties..." He murmurs, dragging his slender finger along the drenched fabric clinging to your folds. You hadn’t realised how wet he had made you throughout the film until now. Keigo could see everything and you hadn't even taken them off yet. The sight makes his abdomen twitch. "Maybe you should keep these on for a while." He says softly before pushing them to side and pressing his mouth onto your clit. "S'kinda sexy."

The vibrations of his voice made you want to close your legs on instinct but Keigo's grip is firm, already anticipating that delicious reaction of yours. Instead, his fingers pinch at the flesh of your thighs whilst he begins to lap away at your sweet spot, all wet and all warm and all his. Keigo had always been good at eating pussy- it was something that he genuinely enjoys. He gets off to it. The shy gasps when he sucks on your clit after tongue-fucking you, the long, firm licks from top to bottom. Everything about it is too much and somehow you can never get enough.

You look down at him and meet your husbands eyes as he eagerly eats you out. Reaching down to stroke his hair, your arm is suddenly stopped in its place. Keigo moves his lips away from your pussy and instead drags his tongue along your fingers, never once tearing his gaze away from yours. Your body temperature rises with the warm, wet sensation of your fingers enveloped in his mouth. He sucks on them like he's starving, eyes hungry and half-lidded like a puppy drunk on milk.

At the same time, he brings his other hand back to your pussy, toying with it teasingly. He presses your folds together and rubs alongside the middle before letting go again, repeating that action a few more times before you inevitably begin buck your hips up and whine. "Dude, just fuck me already."

Keigo only smirks before pressing that same hand that had been teasing your pussy into your mouth. "Louder, sweetheart. I don't think I got that."

You wait for him to remove his hand from your mouth, but upon realising that wasn't going to happen you attempt to speak up again.

"Fuck. Me.”

“Look at that, you said it all muffled and now you’re drooling all over my hand like some kinda bitch in heat." Keigo leans down until your faces are centimeters apart. "Well, are you? Are you my bitch, Y/N?” He asks softly, tilting your head up to look at him properly.

The dull ache inside of you is what propels you to nod your head. Keigo chuckles as he palms a dick a few times, lining it up with your entrance.

“If you’re gonna be my bitch then I wanna hear you pant like one.”

The end of his sentence is almost lost in a deep groan as he slides inside of you, face twisted with pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He exhales, pumping in and out of you with shaky arms holding his body above yours. The room feels so much heavier and you weakly push away the blankets that surround the two of you. Keigo’s dick felt like it was burning you up from the inside out, so anything other than his body was an unneeded addition of warmth.

Keigo's lazy thrusts became faster and rhythmic, reaching deep inside of you. The soft grip he previously had on your thighs was now trembling and sweaty, almost as though your flesh was about to slip out of his grasp. The sheer strength of his grip made your thighs hurt but the sensation was nothing in comparison to the one deep in your belly. "Keep going." You pant, in a trance. The only thing that matters is that he keeps going; that he keeps pushing himself inside till that ache in your core dissipates. "Keep going, keep going, keep going-"

Your chanting does not fall unto deaf ears, however your husband has other plans. Keigo leans down until you can feel his hot breath fanning over ear as he begins to slow down. "What did you say?" He taunts, inbetween his own gasping breaths. "What do you want from me?"

He was insatiable in his need to make you beg for it. To beg for that release that he knows you so desperately crave despite the fact that you were both reaching your limit. “I said, ah, keep going. Please.” You whine, rolling your hips up to meet his movements. “Whatever you want, beautiful.” Keigo huffs, eyes gleaming. He speeds up again and doesn’t withhold his own moans and shaky mewls that echo throughout the living room. You begin to feel the familiar build up of a climax in your insides as Keigo whines about his own oncoming orgasm. “Cum with me. Cum with me, baby.” He pleads. Keigo’s arm slipped as he crashed down on top of you, never once stopping his frantic thrusting. You take the opportunity to bite into his shoulder as your own orgasm rolls over your body, taking it captive in a frenzied hot flush.

“I’m gonna- I’m-I’m-“ Keigo can only babble incoherently as he fucks you through his climax, thick, ropey cum spilling inside of you. Your pussy clenches around his dick; the overstimulation milking him for everything he has. “That’s it, baby. Give it all to me.” You coo in his ear, embracing your lover as he became limp on top of you.

You both take a while to come back around, Keigo’s head resting upon your chest. As you play with his hair, you feel his wings twitch with satisfaction.

“Now that was a good movie night.” He mumbles, nuzzling further into you. Although he should, he doesn’t pull out for a while. The idea of keeping his cum stuffed inside of you was an exciting thought, and it was too hot to start moving again. You guys could always clean yourselves up again later, until the cool running water of the shower. And perhaps have room for a round 2.

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hi ares! how are you doing babe <33 i hope you’ve been taking care! take this as a check up, let me know if there’s anything you need :D and pls lmk if there’s anything new or exciting that’s been happening! also don’t forget to get plenty of sleep and water <3

lulu this message is so fucking sweet, thank u !!!! wow it rly brightened up my day ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ as far as anything new or exciting happening i’ve been applying to so many jobs cus i’m broke asf (summer break is almost over) so i hope that goes well. i hope ur well 2 + drink plenty water MWAH

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I just really like the idea of an amnesiac s/o who has to be reminded everyday that they're dating Shigaraki! I think Shigaraki would eventually get tired of this and try to get rid of them by just leaving them outside since they can't remember him or recent memories whenever they wake up but he just can't no matter what he tries to tell himself.

My Sweetheart

shigaraki x gender neutral reader - semi-angst idfk, amnesia, abandonment, drabble (569 words)

a/n: dude i ADORED this idea and i’m so peeved that it was sent during a total writing-block couple of weeks because i wasn’t able to do it justice at all. but thanks so much for sending it in, it’s a rly unique idea anon~ (≧◡≦)

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Shigaraki had long ago stopped searching for a hint of recognition in your eyes. Sluggishly sprawled out in his gaming chair, he ignores your quiet inquiries about who he was, and what you were doing here in this foreign place.

To tell you that you had been here for what was now approaching three years, was useless. Everyday he would guide you through the same story, show you the same pictures, explaining what had happened.

At some point in the last couple years, a mission had gone terribly wrong. Your injury had led to you now unable to form new memories and then retain them for any longer than a period of a few hours. Shigaraki thought he could do it, at first. He thought he could explain to you every single day about how deeply he cared for you, and that you were safe there.

But he was wrong. His patience had now become increasingly thin and it was only a matter of time before he would leave you to your own devices. If that meant allowing you to run from him, and face the world on your own, then so be it. He was tired of playing babysitter.

“Come with me.” he suddenly one day snaps, grabbing your arm with all fingers except his pinky, and tugging you out of the property. You can’t help but wonder where he’s leading you, and instead focus on the ache on your arm. You question whether holding you this hard must be a habit of his, or perhaps you’ve angered him somehow. You walk for a while in silence, still guided by Shigaraki, until you come to reach a bus stop.

“Take this- it’s like, what, seventy thousand yen? It’ll cover food and maybe a roof for a little. I don’t fucking know, even if it doesn’t- it’s not my problem anymore.” Thrusting a couple of tattered notes in to your hands, he pulls away immediately.

And with that, he leaves you, stranded alone at the bus stop with no idea where to go. Shigaraki tells himself it’s okay. It really wasn’t his responsibility to look after a person who didn’t even remember him. It’s not like you would even realise that he left you after a bit, so why does it matter? Why is his chest burning up with guilt? In a few hours you would fall back into the same pattern and forget he even existed.

But still, there was something. Something that was screaming and begging for him to turn back and scoop you up into his arms. To shield you from the harsh reality of this shitty world and play into the fantasy, if only for a while. If only for another hundred days before he’d inevitably succumb to those same draining thoughts. Shigaraki decides that this feeling is enough, for now.

He turns back and sees you some distance away, lingering at the stop, exactly where he left you, looking cluelessly around. Almost as though you had just… forgotten how you got there in the first place.

“Hey!” Shigaraki realizes he didn’t have anything to follow up with, as you look back at him - a deer caught in the headlights.

“What’re you doing there?”

You shuffle under this strangers intense glare, taking a moment to decide whether to offer up the information or not. But something tells you that it’s okay.

“This might sound silly, but I forgot.”