#..behind where we wash dishes 🫠🫠

[silk-bullet]

Hmmmmm 8am and I’ve just inhaled a bunch of ✨ black mold spores ✨

[firstofficerwiggles]

Love a good Thots weekend!!

Ever since we got a glimpse of Din’s house on Nevarro I’ve been obsessed with domestic thoughts. Thinking about a little moment like Din crowding you up against the kitchen counter, pushing his nose into your cheek, and kissing that sensitive spot behind your ear. Then those big hands grabbing your hips, spinning and lifting you up on to the counter before making out and maybe a little dry humping like horny teenagers 🫠

Listen, once I stopped crying tears of joy that Din and Grogu finally have a real home of their own, I immediately started picturing all kinds of romantic little scenes of domestic bliss for Din and his spouse (aka us). After the last few years, Din deserves to enjoy himself and cuddle up with his love as much as he can. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Rating: T+ (18+ to be on the safe side here – no sex, but definitely some spiciness)

Mando’a words: riduur = spouse, cyare = beloved, cyar’ika = sweetheart 

You’re standing at your sink in your new kitchen, your hands full of soapy dishes as you look out the window at the sunlight on the flowers you and your husband planted the other day. A soft breeze blows in, stirring your cheerful curtains. Music floats through the air, one of your favorite tunes that makes your hips sway to the rhythm. You’re in your own bubble of happiness, enjoying the precious gift of domesticity.

Din watches you from the doorway of your small house. He’s just returned from a mission with Captain Teva where he helped break up a spice smuggling ring. Wanting to surprise you, he had let you think he had an errand to run before coming home. It was worth it, he thinks, to have this chance to see you like this so content and carefree. He’s never seen anything more beautiful.

Quietly, he slides his helmet off, placing it carefully on a table by the door. His gloves follow, leaving his hands bare. Then, using his stealthiest of steps, he sneaks up behind you. Those large hands of his close around your hips and he presses his body against yours. His nose nuzzles into your skin just behind your ear as he murmurs to you in that deep husky baritone,

“I missed you, riduur.”

You startle and gasp at first, dropping the dish you’re washing into the sink. But when you hear his voice, you melt into his embrace. His big warm body feels so good on yours, even with some of his beskar in the way.

“Din, you’re finally back,” you breathe out, so delighted to have him home.

His hands move around your waist to hug you tighter for a moment as his lips trail feather soft kisses along your neck. 

“Where’s Grogu?” you ask. Despite your worries about a dangerous mission, Din had brought your son along with him as part of his training.

“He’s visiting Grandpa Greef for the evening,” Din replies, “I thought it would be good for them to spend some time together.”

Din’s hands move over your body, softly squeezing your curves. One hand manages to find the hem of your top and he slips his hand under the fabric so he can feel the warm silkiness of your skin against his.

“How nice of Grandpa Greef,” you chuckle, “I hope he has plenty of snacks.”

Grabbing a nearby towel, you quickly dry your hands, and then turn in your husband’s arms so you can look into the handsome face of the love of your life. It still takes your breath away to see him. Those tousled curls, scruffy jaw, full lips, and warm brown eyes are the best view in the entire galaxy. Especially right now, as he looks at you with such desire you feel as though you might burst into flames on the spot.

“How did I get so lucky to find you, cyare?” you ask in wonder.

“I’m the lucky one,” he replies, “I married the prettiest, smartest, best girl in the galaxy.” 

He nudges you with his leg, shifting you away from the sink. You move with him, turning slightly. He surprises you yet again when he reaches down to hold tighter to your hips before lifting you up to sit on the counter. His hands find your knees and he gently pushes your legs open so that he can stand between them.

You reach up to play with one of the errant curls on his forehead, before caressing his temple and cheek. When your hand lands on his jaw and you lean forward, Din closes the distance between you as his lips find yours. His kiss is tender at first, his mouth moves softly over yours in a delicate dance. One of his hands is at the back of your neck and he uses it to tilt your head a bit, giving him an even better angle. As he does so, the kiss turns heated, his tongue delves into the warm cavern of your mouth and he sears his lips to yours.

You wrap your legs around his hips, tugging him closer to you. You kiss him back with equal passion, your own tongue exploring his mouth, relearning its favorite path after your time apart. Your hands tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp. 

Din groans into your mouth, but doesn’t break the kiss. His hands return to your hips and he pulls you forward until there’s no space between you. He kneads your soft flesh as he grinds his hips into your core. He swallows the gasps you make as his body discovers the sensitive parts of yours.

You have to break the kiss for a moment to moan sweetly. The rush of feeling him between your legs, hard and hot, has your head spinning. You move your hips with his, seeking more friction and moaning again when he kisses your neck. 

 “Ah, Din, cyare, do you think maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” you suggest as his hands make their way under your top and across your chest.

“What’s wrong with right here?” he questions, “We have the whole house to ourselves, and I think it’s about time we take advantage of all this space.”

“But really, Din, in the kitchen?” you ask.

“Riduur, by the time we’re done, we’ll be able to look at any spot in this house and have a memory of our love.”

He says this with such determination that you swoon into him, your lips crashing into his as you kiss him fiercely. When you break apart again, you tell him,

“Yes, let’s fill this house with love.”

“We already have, cyar’ika, but I’m happy to do it again.”

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[octoooo]

I want more information about Sabito :(

Silly little bunny coded Fox coded guy

Like, what was he like before the demon attack? We only ever see him through someone else’s eyes. Tanjiro at first and he’s brash and harsh, then Giyuu & he’s portrayed similarly but caring as well. Is this just his default? Is it a result of losing his loved ones? Did he even have loved ones?

(I let my thoughts flow free & wrote a lot again 🫠)

Who did he live with? Does he have a goofy story behind his hair color like Rengoku & Mitsuri?

I mean he had to have gotten it from somewhere, maybe an ancestor ate a million peaches and suddenly their kids had peachy hair.

Also what was his family like? Nice? Cruel? Cold and distant? I mean Sabito seems to operate with tough love so was that learned or did he just pick it up after the Demon incident?

Personal 🐙 headcanon time; I like to think he had a nice family; parents, 2 older brothers, himself and a younger brother and sister.

I’ve seen hc’s where Sabito is an older sibling (either the oldest or the middle child) and he’s a sweet older brother. I’ve seen hc’s where Sabito suffers from some sort of amnesia. Which explains why we never learn about his family name or birthday or anything—because he can’t tell us.

Where did his toxic masculinity come from? Was it taught to him by an older family member? Did he craft that idea after being too “weak” to save his family from the demon?

(I like to think Giyuu eventually steers him away from those toxic thoughts. Starting with bribes like “a real man would take charge & wash the dishes,” to “real men let themselves feel” and “real men are able to cry.” Without giyuu as his buffer though Sabito reverts to his old toxic self. That’s what it’s so important for them both to live, they support each other & make the other better (or worse))

Didn’t mean to go in Sabigiyuu rant XD anyway,

Where did his scar come from? Of course we can assume it was from the demon attack but what if it wasn’t? What if Sabito was just being a goofy kid and he sliced his cheek open sliding down Mt Sagiri? Or what if it was from a family member?

If there’s anything our fav demon slayers have it’s tragic backstories & I think Sabito deserves at least A backstory. Doesn’t have to be tragic like,,a few crumbs Gotouge please 🙏🏾 I love head canons just as much as the next person, but they’re only temporary scratches to this burning itch, a scratch that only canon info can soothe and THEN I can choose to patch over it with headcanons or not.